My Girlfriends Mum

Postby Fantasmia » Fri Jul 27, 2012 11:30 am

I was 19 when this happened and Dawn, my girlfriend, was 18. We had been going together for just over 6 months and we played kinky games a lot. Dawn was very ticklish, especially her feet, and ever since I'd pinned her down one night to tickle her she'd wanted me to tickle her when helpless. So I'd begun to tie her with socks, tights, scarves then ropes.

It was a Saturday afternoon and we were in the lounge of her house . I was in black t-shirt and jeans with white socks, she was in tight cycling shorts and yellow t-shirt. she was also tied up. I'd got her hands crossed behind her back and tied together, her elbows tied together with quite a big cinch, wound many times so she had about 6 inches between her elbows.

her ankles were crossed and bound with white rope and her legs were tied just below her knees. A trainer sock was in her mouth and a folded scarf, folded over itself many times so it was like a rope, was pulled between her teeth holding the sock in place and knotted behind her head. this did something to muffle the screams she was making as I tickled the soles of her feet, ran my fingers up her legs , the backs of her knees and lifting her shirt went onto her ribs and tummy. she squirmed and wriggled in her bonds having a ticklish hell which she would later tell me she absolutely loved. Her pony tail was beginning to fall out and her straight red hair was becoming matted to her face with the sweat that was forming of her forehead and cheeks.

With all the noise she was making, even if it was muffled, neither of us had heard the front door open and her mother enter. It was only when he mum opened the lounge door that we realised we were not alone.

Mrs Jennings was home early, we had not expected her home until about 6pm and it was now 3. she stood in the doorway in her work clothes of dark blue knee length skirt, pale blue blouse, tan tights dark blue jacket and matching navy blue, heeled shoes.

"So what's going on Alfie?" she said.

"Erm...erm...We did...didn't expect you."

"So I see. I took some time owed. So what's going on?"

"iiiffffmmkkkmmmm." Dawn tried to enter the conversation.

"Take that thing out of her mouth." I quickly untied the scarf.

"Blup. It's OK Mum." said Dawn spitting the wet, rolled-up sock out.

"It's all ok is it? Alfie has not tied you up for his own evil purposes? he isn't making you scream? He hasn't gagged you so you can't call for help? It's all Ok is it?"

"yes mum."

"I can't hear you."

"Yes Mum."

"And you had no nefarious plans for my daughter did you?"

"no Mrs Jennings."

"What was that?"

"No Mrs Jennings"

Dawn and I could not make eye contact with her mother or with each other and both stared at the floor.

"Well that's a relief." Said Mrs Jennings "I was worried for a moment." She took her jacket off and threw it over the back of a chair and slipped her heels off. "Is there any spare rope?" she said turning round with her back to me and holding her wrists crossed behind her back."

Re: My Girlfriends Mum

Postby danusri » Sun Jul 29, 2012 8:04 pm

nice beginning, waitin for the rest!!!!!!

Re: My Girlfriends Mum

Postby LauraHogtieTickled » Mon Jul 30, 2012 8:57 am

More Please :)

Re: My Girlfriends Mum

Postby Fantasmia » Wed Aug 01, 2012 1:53 pm

Wow erm wow erm what could I do. Dawn was tied up and here was her mother practically begging me to tie her.

"Well what are you waiting for. Are you going to tie me up or not."

Make that begging to be tied up.

I took a piece of rope and began to wrap it around her wrists drawing them together. I wrapped the rope round her wrists about 6 times then winding between and tying off with the knot well away from her fingers.

"Mmmmm that feels good" she said

"Mum how can you let him do that?"

"Oh can't you keep her quiet?" said Dawn's mum.

I picked up the soggy sock and scarf. "noooo you're not putting that wet thing back in my mouth."

"Give her the one your wearing" said her mum with a wink and an evil grin.

I took one sock off, rolled it into a ball and shoved it into Dawn's protesting mouth before tying the scarf between her lips keeping her quiet "mmffmmmnnggmmm" well it was working as I tickled her bare feet to test the gag.

I turned my attention back to her mother. Taking another piece of rope I wrapped it around her upper arms pinning them to her body and squeezing above and below her breasts.

It is probably worth explaining what Dawns mother (or Christine) looked like. She was 37 with the same red hair as her daughter but whereas Dawns was straight Christine's had more body and was a little wavy. She was more curvy than the slim Dawn but that is the difference 19 years and a child make. She did have certainly more top shelf than Dawn but still had legs and although a small love handle she would (as I was to discover) still look good in a bikini.

Well I wrapped the ropes tight round her upper arms and tied a couple of loops over her shoulders as a kind of harness before turning my attention to her tan nylon covered legs. I made her sit with her back to the sofa with those beautiful pins out infront of her. First were her ankles. 6 turns around then cinching tight in between her ankles then I lifted her skirt slightly to do the same just below her knees. Well Dawn was still watching so I couldn't get too intimate with mum.

I was just finishing and looking at Christine when she said "Well don't I get gagged too. I took my other sock off and rolled it up into a ball holding it infront of her mouth, she sniffed, wrinkled up her face but opened her mouth to obligingly take the sock in and allowed me to tie the scarf between her teeth. I looked at my two tied up damsels. mother and daughter bound together and tried to control the tight feeling in my jeans. I did not succeed.

I sat on Dawns legs leant forward and gave her a big kiss before reaching behind my back and raking my fingers up her bare soles. "MMnnggmmnngg, mmnngg mmnnnn" she called through her gag, begging=g for mercy. I gave her a solid minute's tickling before standing up.

"I wonder if your mother is ticklish to?" I said walking over to Christine. The way she pulled her legs up trying to sit on her feet gave me the answer, but gave her no protection. Soon my fingers were scraping her soles through the nylon and she was grunting and wriggling, thrashing around on the carpet. I gave her a solid 5 minutes by which time she had tears in her eyes, her hair was beginning to get matted like Dawn's and her blouse was beginning to rise out of her skirt.

Just when she thought I'd finished I gave her soles another quick 30 seconds torture before standing up and helping Dawn to her rather unsteady feet. *By this time Dawn had been tied up for more than 2 hours solid remember.)

"I think we need to let your mum cool down a bit." I said as I threw Dawn over my shoulder and began to carry her into the hall way and upstairs to her bedroom hearing her mum's muffled protests.

We spent over an hour in Dawn's bedroom with both of us getting more exposed. I took dawn's gag out and let her use some mouth wash (my socks weren't that bad surely) and between tickling and other things we discussed Christine.

"I never guessed your mum would take it like that"

"I never knew she was into these games"

"NO clue?"

"None"

"How did you feel when you tied her"

"Nervous"

"I thought she was going to go ape at any moment"

"Well lets make the most of it " I said, tying the scarf back in Dawns mouth "and don't scream so much this time."

Eventually I had to untie Dawn and get dressed before going down stairs to see Christine. She had clearly been struggling as she had laddered one knee of her tights and her blouse had come more open and completely out of her skirt. Her hair was completely tangled and her clothes were soaked with sweat. She was still securely tied up and gagged though.

I untied the scarf and she spat the sock out.

"You're not going just yet are you?" was the first thing she said.

Now how was I going to cope with a girl friend and her kinky bondage obsessed mother?????

As dawn came into the room in her shorts and t-shirt , her hair tied neatly back but with deep rope marks up her arms and legs I said:

"Well I suppose going out tonight is out of the question!"

“Tell you what.” said Christine. “If you keep me tied up and torture me I might just give you my credit card numbers and you could order some pizzas.”

Re: My Girlfriends Mum

Postby randomentity » Sun Aug 05, 2012 6:53 am

Nice story! :)

Re: My Girlfriends Mum

Postby ManRandomThe » Sun Aug 05, 2012 9:55 am

Looks like she is making them an offer they can't refuse. Nice work.

Re: My Girlfriends Mum

Postby Fantasmia » Tue Aug 07, 2012 12:11 pm

20 minutes later Christine was on the floor even more disheveled, her blouse was all out of her skirt, her skirt ridden up, she was busting out of her top and the left foot was completely bare where her tights har ripped. less than 5 minutes tickling was enough to get her to give us all the details on her cards but we gave her another 15 just to make sure she wasn't lying. she lay a hogtied sweaty panting mess as Dawn and I called for pizza.

I gave dawn a big hug and wet kiss as Christine was getting her breath back. While we wee waiting for the delivery She insisted I tie Dawn up again so I quickly crossed her hands behind her back and made her lie on her tummy before crossing and binding her ankles and tying all together in a tight hogtie. Mum and daughter lay next to each other helpless as i bent forward to tickle all 4 feet and make them squirm.

I decided the best way to make both women squirm and blush was to ask mother , Christine, just what her history of tie up games was, surely she hadn't just let me tie her up on a whim. Well it worked, tickling her feet, backs of her knees, tummy and ribs certainly made her talk, and Dawn blushed to hear some of her mother's teenage exploits. I had to gag her to stop her interrupting. We were just hearng about her first boyfriend to tie her up when the food arrived.

Well I made both women beg to be fed and delighted in the way the had to wriggle in their bound positions to reach the pizza slices. When they were finished I got a wet cloth and wiped their faces before re-gagging and blindfolding Christine. I released Dawn's hogtied and carried her upstairs where I helped her take her clothes off before tying her to the bed again. Well you can guess what happened after I took my clothes off and wriggled around on op of her but eventually I thought I'd better go see her Mum.

I put my jeans and shirt back on then went down to find Christine still hogtied , blindfolded and gagged bbut now on her side, clothes evenmore dishevelled than before, she was definately busting out from her struggles, and covered in sweat. I released from the hog tie and untied her hands and arms , checking her fingers were OK and that she wasn't too stiff.

"Count to 100 then you can start to untie yourself" I said. before I went back to the beautiful Dawn lying tied naked with her red hair plastered over her face and upper body.

We were'nt disturbed by Christine that night but about 20 minutes after I had left her I heard foot steps on the stairs followed by the sound of a shower.

I waoke with dawn the next morning after one of the most surreal evening sof my life to date. But not the last!

Re: My Girlfriends Mum

Postby randomentity » Tue Aug 07, 2012 4:00 pm

Very interesting story! A follow-up with more detail, especially on 'the stories' forced by tickling, leading to embarrassment, I particularly liked that part (maybe that makes me evil or something lol :P), would definitely be a nice read!