## New Den Mother - request story - Sequel added

Post by KP Presents » Thu Jul 12, 2012 6:34 am

“Bobby, honey, could you make sure the front room is tidied up please?”
I love it when Mum calls me Bobby or Honey - especially when she smiles when she does it. I’m Bob Jones, and I’ve lived here with my mum since she left my dad when I was a toddler. I’m 14 now, and very protective towards her - she’s a real lookers, or so my friends at school say. She’s only 32, and looks like a film star - thin, with a nice chest, and long dark brown hair that falls over her shoulders. She doesn’t wear much make up either, but her lips shine every time she puts lipstick on.
Her name’s Pamela, and she works at a local office while I’m at school. She always dresses nicely, and today was wearing a pale blue knee length summer dress, with short sleeves that had a little epaulette on them, and a thin white leather belt around her waist over the buttons. Her legs were encased in a pair of natural tone nylons, and she had a pair of cork wedge sandals on her feet. Her outfit was completed by a pale blue scarf that was tied round her neck, the ends to the side.
This was Saturday, and there was a reason why she was dressed so smartly. She had been approached by my Scout master a few weeks before about possibly becoming a Den Mother, and to my surprise and delight she had said yes. I had been a scout for some years now, so I was a bit too old for her to be my Den Mother, but I knew how important they were, so when she asked if I would help out as well I agreed too.
Since this was her first time meeting the kids, she’d invited them all round to our house for the day, and her request to me was just to make sure everything had been tidied away - not that there was anything lying around, but you know how mums are. Anyway, I was going to be the “big brother”, so I had out on a pair of khaki shorts and a striped polo shirt, as well as some sandals on my feet.
Anyway, I was looking out of the window when I saw a car pull up and the first three of the troop get out. I knew they were all ten to twelve years old, but when I saw who was there I have to admit I was a little worried.
It was Jack Bolton - I knew him from school as a bit of a trouble maker, and there were three of his “closest friends” with him, walking up our pathway with a rucksack on Jack’s back and a big smile on his face. I walked out of the room, opening the door as Mum came through from the kitchen and said “hello, boys - come into the front room and Bobby her will bring some drinks in.”
“Thanks, Bobby,” Jack said with an evil looking smile as he and his friends walked in. I was already having second thoughts about this, as another three boys walked up the path. It looked as if mum had drawn the short straw, and got the worst troop in the scout pack to look after. These were the worst behaved kids I knew of - and ten of them were going to be her all day.
Mind you, at first I thought there wasn’t going to be a problem. By the time they had all arrived they were sitting in a circle, perfectly well behaved as mum talked to them, and they said “Yes, Mrs Jones,” or “No, Mrs Jones” at the appropriate times.
At any rate, once she had laid down the rules Mum said “All right, boys, I think we should all play a game this morning. What sort of game would you like to play?” I stood up at that point, sure everything was going to be fine as I heard Jack say “How about Indian Tracking?”
“Indian Tracking? I don’t know that game,” my mum said, “Does it have another name?”
As I walked out of the door, I heard another boy say “Capture the White Lady,” but I wasn’t really paying attention - I needed to get a drink, so I headed into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of squash from the pitcher.
I could hear some murmurs from the front room as I slowly drained my glass, but it was only when I started to walk back that I heard my mum say “Help!! Somebody help me!!” I stopped in my tracks, wondering what was happening when I heard her again.
“HELP!! If there are any cowboys, help me - the Red Indians have mmgggphphfffff!”
That tore in - I ran into the room, saying “What’s going on..” only to get the shock of my life.
Mum was standing next to the table, with one of the boys standing on the table beside her, his hand covering her mouth. That wasn’t the most surprising thing, however - what was was the fact that somehow one of them (I think it was Jack as well) had brought a coil of rope in, and had actually made a lasso. In fact, as I saw Jack standing next to mum with a big grin on his face, and the ends of the rope in his hand, I knew it was him.
Mum had her hands pinned to her sides around her waist, but from the look in her eyes I could see she was just playing, even as she kept saying “MMpphphphh! MMMMMMMPHPPP!” through the boy’s hand, making him giggle.
Well, in for a penny as they say. “What are you doing?” I said as I stood there.
“Quiet, paleface,” Jack said as he tugged on the ropes. “We’re taking over this stagecoach stop, and you are your wife are our prisoners! Now, drop the gun!!”
My wife? He’s saying to pretend my mum is my wife? I look at her and see her almost giggle ender the hand, and realise she’s happy with this as well. Hell, I’d love to have someone as wonderful as her as my wife some day, so I did the correct and brave thing.
“No way,” I said as I stepped forward, “Let her go!”
“GET HIM!!!”
They turned and looked at me, and as one ran at me like the defensive guard at my high school football team. Even the kid on the table joined in, stopping only to pick up an apple and get mum to bite down on it before he jumped on me as well.
Jack was laughing, and as mum kept the apple in with her teeth I was forced onto the ground, four of them holding my arms and four my legs. The oldest one, a particular friend of Jack’s went to the rucksack and took out several lengths of rope.
“I’ll make sure his wife doesn’t cause us any trouble,” Jack said as I saw the ropes been brought over, “make sure he doesn’t either.”
“GET OFF ME!” I shouted, but to no avail;, as they rolled me over and the four held my legs down, while the other two brought my hands behind my back and held them together. I felt the rope digging into my wrists as it was wrapped round them, pulling my hands tightly together palm to palm. They obviously had paid attention in their rope class, for they made a damn fine job of making sure I could not move them apart.
I could feel the same thing been done to my ankles, no matter how hard I tried to kick my legs apart. Against one or two of them, I would have been all right, but against nine? No chance. Anyway, eventually they rolled me over and sat me up, and I could see Mum laughing as she tried desperately not to bite through the apple.
“Like I said,” Jack continued with a sneer, “We are taking over this house for the time being. Now,” he said as he looked at mum, “You are going to prepare food and drink for us all.”
“Jstdnthhrtmhsbnd,” mum mumbled as she looked at me. “He’ll so as he’s told, won’t he,” Jack said as he looked at me. “So long as you don’t hurt her,” I said as I played along, trying to find a way to undo the knot around my wrists, but they had tied it well out of reach of my fingers.
He led my mum out of the room as the other boys made me stand up and hop over to the long couch, sitting me down on it. “Don’t move a muscle,” they said as four of them followed Jack, the others staying in the room.
“This one’s going to be a pushover,” one of them sneered as they looked at me.
“Look, “ I said in a quiet voice, “This is the first time my mum’s done this, or been in this situation. For God’s sake, don’t do anything to upset her - I know what Jack and you lot are like.”
“Oh,” he replied, “and what’s it worth to you, Bobby?”
“Not to tell the pack leader what you did here today - well?”
As they thought about this, Mum came back in, led by Jack as the others carried a tray loaded with more drinks and snacks. She took one look at me, spat out the apple and said “Please, let him go, I’ll do whatever you want but don’t hurt him.”
“Shut up, Woman,” Jack said as mum was made to sit on the floor, and the boy who had been on the table earlier placed his hand over her mouth again. “You need to learn who is in charge here,” he continued as he pulled her arms out in front of her, crossed her wrist and started it tie them together with the ends of the rope.
I watched as she looked down at the rope work, saying “nsssknts” as Jack wound the rope between her wrists and tied it off. I could see the way her arms were pinned even more tightly around her waist, and wondered what he had in store next.
What he did was take a black silk square out of his rucksack, and fold it into a ball. Mum gasped as the hand was taken away from her mouth, but as she started to say “What’s that forrrrr” Jack pushed the wad into her mouth, before the other boy put his hand back over her mouth.
I was watching this, fascinated - so fascinated that I did not notice until it was too late that they had tied my own legs together, below my knees, and were now pulling my own arms into my side with more rope. I could see mum looking at me as well, her eyes wide and questioning as her own ankles were crossed and bound together, the wedged soles of her sandals hitting against each other as the rope pulled tightly around them.
As one of the boys tied her legs together, this time above her knees, Jack took another length of rope and pulled it around her upper body, passing it below and above her chest with each turn round and pulling after each one. Now, I knew my mum was gorgeous, but seeing her sitting there as the rope pulled her dress in, and stretched the fabric over her so tightly that the buttons were threatening to give - that was something else. I’d never seen her this way, and I have to say it made me look at her in a completely different light.
“Plsltsggg,” mum mumbled, but from her eyes I could tell she was still smiling. “I swear, if you hurt a hair on her head I’llmsdmsmmfdmsfmfmg.” The last part of my pretty little speech was cut off in mid flight as one of the boys used my kerchief - MY kerchief - to keep the cloth he had just stiffed into my mouth in place, rolling it into a thick band before he did so.
As for mum, Jack had finished binding her upper body, and was now taking off the scarf from around her neck. He rolled that into a thick band, and tied a knot in the middle before he pulled the knot into her mouth, her red lips closing over it as he tied the ends tightly under her hair at the back of her neck.
“Keep an eye on them,” he said as he walked out of the room, “While I watch out for the stagecoach.”
So, there we were - trussed and gagged in our own living room as a bunch of kids watched over us. They pushed me onto my side on the couch and left me to look over at mum.
“Rullrght,” I mumbled as I tried to twist round. She looked over at me, and I could tell she was happy as she said “Ysss - bgtru?”
I didn’t know what she meant, as I watched her twisting her arms and shoulders round, the ropes holding her breasts firmly up as the beads of sweat formed on the skin under her collar. It was fascinating, it was alluring, it was - turning me on?
Now I knew why mum was looking at me in a funny way - I could feel the bulge in my pants, and quickly looked round to make sure nobody else had noticed. If they had, I would never have heard the end of it - but fortunately they had not.
“Bbbe? Rullrt?”
“Yssdrlng,” I said, keeping up the pretence that she was my wife, and I saw her smile over her gag in return at me. I tried hard to calm myself down, but it was so difficult, so damned difficult.
“It’s coming,” Jack said a she walked in, “we need to make sure these two cannot get in our way.”
“How are we going to do that,” one of the other boys asked.
“Hog tie them,” Jack said as he took more rope out of his rucksack. I looked at mum, shaking my head wildly from side to side to warn her about this, but she just looked dewy eyed and said “plsdnthrrs” as she was helped to lie on her back and then rolled over.
“Dntssshhr,” I called out as Jack pulled her legs back, making mum yelp through her gag as she felt the rope tightening around her legs. Jack just ignored her, however, as he tied some rope between her ankles and pulled them back as far as he could, before tying the rope around the two bands I could now see he had drawn together behind her back. At the same time, her skirt fell down around her knees, making her legs visible for all to see.
“Hey, she’s got great gams,” one of the boys said as he touched her legs. That was too much for me, as I screamed “dntudr” and tried to get off the couch.
“Leave the woman alone,” Jack said angrily, “we’re just here for the stagecoach, not her. Get her husband here next to her.”
IT was my turn to be forced to stand up and hop over, before I was pushed down onto my back and then rolled over, my legs pulled sharply back as well and secured in place. As I grunted, mum looked over at me and nodded before saying “jstpllngbbee.”
“Let’s go,” Jack said as the gang followed him out, presumable from the way the sounds were going to the kitchen. I started to roll myself round, trying to look over my shoulders at where the ropes were tied, and mum did the same. After a while, however, I stopped and lay on my side, watching her as she tried to twist her arms free.
The motion was making her breasts bounce up and down, as the ropes held them firmly in place, and I could see the beads of sweat on her chest as the top buttons on her dress finally gave way under the strain. He pale skin was now visible over the top of the white bra she was wearing, and I lay there, entranced by the way they moved with her, as she threw her head from side to side, trying to get the gag out of her mouth as well.
Eventually, she lay on her side, panting with her eyes closed before she opened them and looked at me. Well, not just at my face - her eyes widened still further when she looked at my pants, and I suddenly realised just how tight they were felling down there.
“Wltlkltr,” she mumbled as she rolled over onto her side, and looked over her shoulder at me. “Cnu cmbhndmndtrps?”
Looking at it, I could see where Jack had held them all together in one big knot. Flexing my fingers to make sure they had some feeling, I said “ltmtr” and rolled over, ending up on my side as we lay back to back.
It seemed to take an absolute eternity, but I was eventually able to get the knot undone that held her legs in place, and she managed to stretch her long legs out. Rolling over, she managed to sit herself up on her knees and started to shuffle over to where I knew she kept her sewing basket - and I knew suddenly what she was thinking of doing.
“Kpgngng,” I mumbled as she reached the basket, opening the lid and looking as she rummaged in there for a moment, before taking out a pair of scissors with a grunt of triumph. Moving back over to me, I had to stop myself from looking at her chest as it rose up and down with each movement of her body on her knees.
She finally got back to me, and started to use the blade of the scissors, rubbing it up and down the ropes that were holding my ankles so firmly. As they finally gave way, she started to saw at the ropes around my wrists, which eventually parted with a great feeling of relief from me.
Sitting up, I took the scissors and cut mum’s wrists free, before reaching up and taking the knotted scarf out of her mouth. As the wet knot fell against her skin I pulled out the black square from her mouth and let her catch her breath.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done that,” she said, but before I had a chance to comment she said “We need to cut our selves free - the deal I did with Jack was that the game would not end until we both entered the kitchen.
“All right,” I said as I held the scissor, “Turn round and I’ll cut the rest of you free.”
“All right boys,” Mum said as we both walked into the kitchen, “Game over. You go and clear up the living room, and I’ll fix lunch.”
“Yes, Mrs Jones,” they said as they filed out. Jack stopped by me and whispered 2Your mum’s the best” before he went with the others. “I knew they were an unruly group from the Pack Leader,” Mum said as she washed her hands at the sink, “so I let them have their game. I can always buy another scarf.”
She looked at me when I sat down. “What happened to you is nothing to be embarrassed about, Bobby,” she said with a smile as she dried her hands and sat down, “I’m glad you found me so attractive - as your mother.”
“Mum?”
“Hmmm?”
“What did you mean in the living room - about it been a long time?”
Mum eventually explained it to me later - and I may tell you as well at some point. But right now, I’m tying mum’s legs to the front legs of a chair, her black stockings contrasting with the white rope as she sits here. She’s wearing a red silk blouse and black skirt, and has a red scarf pulled tightly in her mouth, her body encased and secured to the chair with rope.
Lots and lots of rope...
Last edited by KP Presents on Tue May 13, 2014 3:56 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Post by danusri » Sat Jul 14, 2012 6:50 am

wow i always thought ur stories r pg-13 NOT THIS ONE tho!! Weldone

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Post by KP Presents » Sat Jul 14, 2012 8:12 am

> danusri wrote:wow i always thought ur stories r pg-13 NOT THIS ONE tho!! Weldone

I do stories for all agr ranges - but if the powers that be think it should be moved, then please move it.
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Post by SelenaGfan » Sat Jul 14, 2012 11:12 pm

More please,this was interesting.

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Post by danusri » Sun Jul 15, 2012 12:56 am

> KP Presents wrote:

> > danusri wrote:wow i always thought ur stories r pg-13 NOT THIS ONE tho!! Weldone

> I do stories for all agr ranges - but if the powers that be think it should be moved, then please move it.

i wasnt complaining, actually enjoyed it very much!!

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Post by liverpool » Sun Jul 15, 2012 7:14 am

great story!!!!!!!! I hope you write some more like this one

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Post by Jane » Tue Apr 08, 2014 7:13 pm

Please write another one of this kind. Mom and son tugs are so few these days. Pleasee

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Post by elanshof » Wed Apr 09, 2014 1:54 pm

Beautifully done.
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Post by The Wrapster » Thu Apr 10, 2014 7:36 am

Definitely like this story! It's a nice counterpoint to some of your other work.

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Post by KP Presents » Thu Apr 10, 2014 7:40 am

Y'know, I may just have to do something about this now...
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Post by markusthe1st » Thu Apr 10, 2014 10:22 am

Nice and playful - well done!
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!

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Post by Switcher13 » Wed Apr 16, 2014 4:38 pm

Wonderful story! How about a sequel?

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Post by Tommy » Wed Apr 16, 2014 6:42 pm

Such a nice story! Please do write something like this! I like this much better than the education series!

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Post by gaggednbarefoot » Tue May 06, 2014 1:19 pm

> KP Presents wrote:
> Mum eventually explained it to me later - and I may tell you as well at some point. But right now, I’m tying mum’s legs to the front legs of a chair, her black stockings contrasting with the white rope as she sits here. She’s wearing a red silk blouse and black skirt, and has a red scarf pulled tightly in her mouth, her body encased and secured to the chair with rope.
> Lots and lots of rope...

Wow. you can't leave us like that pleaaasee lets have a sequel
Tie me up, take my shoes and socks and tickle my feet.
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Post by petraspeds » Mon May 12, 2014 12:41 pm

Very good story and much more like the Heidi stories with the innocence than education with the criminal gangs

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Post by KP Presents » Mon May 12, 2014 2:22 pm

> petraspeds wrote:Very good story and much more like the Heidi stories with the innocence than education with the criminal gangs

On that - you might like the new An Education more...
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Post by KP Presents » Tue May 13, 2014 3:55 am

It had been some months since Mom had that first meeting with her scout troop at our house, and we had ended up bound and gagged in a Wild West game, but the memory had stayed with me for a very long time. I couldn’t help wondering what Mom had meant when she said it had been a long time, but somehow the opportunity to discuss it never came up.
Until a couple of weeks ago.
I had spent the day at home catching up on my schoolwork, while Mom had been at work in her office. It was about five when she got home, and sat in the chair, rubbing her forehead as she looked at me. She had on a grey roll neck sweater, a knee length skirt and a pair of high heels – which she kicked off as she flexed her feet.
“Long day?”
“You said it, Honey,” she said as she looked over at me and smiled. “I could do with a night when I do nothing.”
“Come on, Mom – you never stop. Not unless someone forces you to?”
“Oh,” she said as she looked at me, “and you can do that?”
Now, ever since that day, we have from time to time played games where we have tied each other up, but nothing like what happened that time. I’d found some sites on line, but nothing had ever compared with that experience.
“Tell you what,” I said as I got up, “let me get you comfortable, and then I’ll order some pizza.”
“All right then,” she said as she stood up, and walked over to the couch, “I may as well have a little lie down.” She sat and waited while I fetched some lengths of rope, and then waited as I crossed her wrist behind her back and tied them tightly together.
“Mom?”
“Hmmm?”
“Remember when the troop came over, and we both ended up tied and gagged?”
“I do,” Mom said as she tried moving her wrists.
“You said then it had been a long time since someone had done that to you – what did you mean by that?”
Mom looked at me, and then said “You dad used to tie me up for fun – well, that and a bit more. I guess I had forgotten how much I enjoyed it.” She then lay on her side and watched as I tied her ankles together. “Bobby, I seem to recall you really enjoyed it as well.”
I blushed – I had enjoyed watching Mom like that when I was helpless. “I still get embarrassed about what happened,” I whispered.
“You shouldn’t, I was flattered,” she said as she wriggled on the couch. I saw the way her jumper moved over her chest, and for a moment I had that feeling between my legs again.
“Bobby?”
I shook my head and looked at Mom.
“Go and order the pizza – and if you want, we can play a different game after we have eaten. I think you’re old enough now to hear about this.”
I nodded and left her watching the television as I ordered a couple of pizzas, and some drinks, and then sat watching the television as well until they were delivered. I then let Mom go and we sat down to eat.
“So how does it feel when you can’t move,” I asked as I bit into my ham and mushroom slice.
“It’s difficult to describe – how does it feel to you?”
I thought for a moment, and said “I feel as if I have to trust nobody is going to do anything to me – is that part of it?”
“I think so,” Mom said, “but there’s more to it than that, isn’t there? I tell you what – when we have eaten, why don’t I tie you up, and you can explain how it feels to you. Then we can see if it feels the same way.”
“All right,” I said as we kept eating, and drinking the Coca Cola I had ordered as well. Once we were done, I cleared the boxes away, and watched as Mum sorted some ropes out.
“Now, I’ll take care of you, and then you can do the same for me, all right?”
I nodded as I stood there, in my t-shirt and shorts, and Mom crossed my wrists behind my back, before using some of the rope to tie them together. She then wrapped some rope around my arms and chest, over my stomach and my shoulders, making them feel really tight against my body.
After she had tied the ropes off, she turned me round and looked at me, saying “Well, how does that feel to you, Honey?”
I wriggled my arms around a little, and then said “I really can’t move them. It feels funny, but nice – does that make any sense?”
“More than you may realise,” Mom said as she looked at me. “All right, I want you to sit down on the couch now.”
I did as she asked, watching as she took some more rope and tied my ankles tightly together, and then my legs below and above my knees. As she did so, she passed the rope between my legs to make those bindings tighter, and I felt her fingers brushing the back of my legs. It felt as if there was a little electric shock running through me when she did that, and I shivered lightly.
“Is something wrong, Bobby,” she said as she looked at me.
“I don’t know,” I said as she tied the rope off above my knees, and I wriggled my legs round. “It felt ticklish and sensitive at the same time. I guess I really won’t be going anywhere now, though.”
“Not yet – but tell me how you feel. Are you scared?”
“Nervous,” I said with a smile. “I’m completely at your mercy now.”
“Well, not quite,” Mom said with a smile as she stood up and looked in the bag we kept the tie-up materials in. Taking out a clean rag and an old black bandana, she looked at me and said “Open your mouth as wide as you can.”
As I did so, she pushed the rag in, and then used the bandana as a cleave gag to keep that in place. It’s not the first time she’s gagged me, so I nodded as I lay down and she lifted my legs onto the couch.
“Now, Bobby,” she said as she ran her hand up my leg, “does that feel good?”
I thought for a moment and then nodded – it really did feel good, and as I closed my eyes I imagined her beside me, also tied and gagged, as we looked at each other…
I felt her kiss on my forehead, as she said “I need to go and get changed – while you lie there, let your imagination run riot.”
I nodded as I watched her walk out of the room, and then I closed my eyes. I imagined I was the bodyguard for this superstar, and we had been kidnapped, tied and gagged as they went to collect the ransom. It was my duty to rescue and protect her, as she lay on the bed opposite me, and I started to struggle to get free.
As I did so – well, something else was happening, and I realised there was a bulge where I did not particularly want one at that time. I stopped and panted, then opened my eyes wide in shock when Mom said “I see you were getting excited.”
I saw her standing there, in a red silk blouse, the top two buttons of which were open, and a black leather miniskirt that came to just above her knees. She also had on a pair of black stockings, and leather shoes with a stiletto three inch heel.
“Mmmmm?”
“It’s all right to feel that way, Bobby,” she said as she stroked my head, “it’s only natural. But it’s my turn, so I’m going to untie you, and then you do whatever you need to do.”
I nodded, feeling the swelling subside as she untied me and removed my gag, and then I felt the need to go the toilet very quickly. When I returned, Mom had put one of the chairs from the dining table in the centre of the room.
“Bobby,” she said as she sat down and smoothed her skirt, “I’m going to tell you how to tie me, and I want you to do exactly what I tell you, all right?”
“Sure Mom,” I said quietly, “what do you want me to do?”
She smiled as she put her arms around the chair back, and said “first, cross my wrists and tie them together, and then tie them to the chair back.
As I did this, she said “when your father would do this for me, he would pretend her was a burglar or a spy, and I had to be kept out of the way for my own good. Now, I just need to feel as if I cannot move, and I have to trust you for everything.”
I didn’t quite understand what she was trying to say at that point, as I tied the ends of the rope to the chair back. She tried to move them, and said “Good – now take a longer length, and use it to tie my waist to the chair.”
I passed the rope around her, my fingers brushing over her blouse as I did so, and I heard her gasp slightly as I gently pulled her back. “You all right mom,” I said as I tied the rope off.
“Yeah – yeah, I’m fine,” she said. Now, take one of the really long lengths and double it over.” She watched as I did this, and then said “Now, carefully take the rope around me, below my chest, and then feed it through the back of the chair. Then take the ends through the loop and pull it back as far as you can.”
Well, I did what she asked me to do, and as I pulled her back I heard her pant again. “Good,” she said, “now, bring the rope back through the chair back, and wrap it round me above my chest, then through the back again.”
I did just that, and then did it twice more above and below, before I tied the rope off at the back of the chair. Walking round, my eyes widened when I saw how mom’s chest had been forced out, but she was smiling and said “It’s all right, Bobby – I’m all right.”
“Are you sure Mom – it looks awfully tight.”
“Actually,” she said with a smile, “I want it tighter. Take another length of rope, and tie it to the chair back about half way up.”
I did that, and then followed her instructions, feeding the rope through the chair under the lower band and pulling it up in front of her, then around the back of her neck and returning it the same way on the other side. Once I had tied this off, I went round and stared at her, the blouse stretching over her chest and the buttons straining. She smiled at me and nodded as she said “Yeah – that’s what it felt like.”
“Am I doing the right thing then, Mom,” I said as I watched her twist round, her chest moving with her as I saw the outline of her bra underneath. It made me feel funny watching her as well.
“Now, I want you to tie my ankles and legs, and tie my ankles to the chair leg,” she gasped, “but first I want you to gag me. There’s a red silk scarf in there, use that as a cleave gag, and put the other rag in my mouth first.”
“Are you sure, Mom – what if you want help?”
“If I do, I’ll start humming Yankee Doddle Dandy, all right?”
I laughed at that, and then realised she had put lipstick on as I put the folded cloth in her mouth, and then tied the folded scarf between her lips. She smiled and nodded then as I knelt and tied her ankles tightly together, and then tied them to the chair leg.
As I took the rope around her legs, and pulled them together below her knees, I felt her stockings, and I realised the touch of my hand on the silk was exciting me again. I concentrated on tying her legs firmly, however, but as I took the rope between her legs I brushed against the silk again, and I heard Mom moan slightly.
Looking up, she nodded and smiled to show she was all right, so I tied her legs together above her knees as well, and then sat on the couch to watch her as she struggled.
And boy did she struggle, twisting her body from side to side as she tried to loosen the ropes. As she did so, her chest moved with her, and I sat entranced by the sight. It was hypnotising in a way, as her breasts bounced up and down, and I didn’t realise how excited I was getting.
Suddenly, the top buttons on her blouse gave way, and I sat up as I saw the top of her white bra underneath. I stood up and walked over, saying “Let me fasten that for you, Mom.”
To my surprise, she said “nnnnn” and shook her head from side to side, instead pushing her chest out as far as she could. I didn’t know what she was asking for, but as she wriggled again and forced her chest out, I slowly started to unbutton the rest of her blouse.
“Bddbbeebebee” she mumbled as she closed her eyes, and moaned a little as I opened her blouse up, moving it to the sides as her bra appeared between the bands of rope. It was stretched so tight I could see the nipples on the material.
And something else was getting tighter as well, as I realised I had lump in my shorts again. I wanted to back away, but Mom said “Sllrrttt-tshthtm.”
I gawped – yeah, gawped at Mom, but she just nodded and closed her eyes, as I very nervously reached out and touched her breasts. She sighed as I did that, so I did it once more, stroking my hands over as she moaned softly.
I was in a real quandary here – it felt wrong to be doing this to my mom, and at the same time – at the same time she seemed to like it, and if she liked it I had to keep doing that, so I did so for a good half hour, very gently stroking her as she softly moaned.
Eventually, however, she started to hum that tune, so I stopped and removed her gag. “Thank you,” she said as she looked at me, and then kissed my cheek. “Untie me, and we’ll get ready for bed.”
“Did you enjoy that Mom,” I said as I started to remove the ropes.
“Very much so – perhaps we can do it again another night…”
And that night is tonight – Mom’s lying on the couch, wearing a black and white pop art dress and tight black leather boots, and I have the ropes ready…
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### Re: New Den Mother - request story - Sequel added

Post by skybird137 » Tue May 13, 2014 4:17 am

Wow, that's quite an addition, KP.

### Re: New Den Mother - request story - Sequel added

Post by gaggednbarefoot » Tue May 13, 2014 6:55 am

Good. I just wish he'd spent more time tied up and not touched mums breasts. Can't do that with hands bwhind
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### Re: New Den Mother - request story - Sequel added

Post by KP Presents » Tue May 13, 2014 6:58 am

> gaggednbarefoot wrote:Good. I just wish he'd spent more time tied up and not touched mums breasts. Can't do that with hands bwhind

There's always next time...
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### Re: New Den Mother - request story - Sequel added

Post by gaggednbarefoot » Tue May 13, 2014 7:00 am

I'm sure there's more where this came from. Keepmup the good stories. Love mother son tie up tales.
Tie me up, take my shoes and socks and tickle my feet.
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