Paul’s Mom Part 3 (Conclusion)

Postby LordNelson » Thu Oct 17, 2013 4:16 pm

Here is the conclusion to my first fictional posting. Please let me know if you like it. I have written quite a few over the last few years, both true and fictional, and will be posting them once the new site is up and running.

Paul’s Mom & The ABC’s – Part 3 Mrs. C

Sitting on the floor in front of me is my best friend’s mother. She is leaning against the end of her bed. She is bound hand and foot. I am about to gag her. The belt around her ankles is holding her high heels together so forcefully that the leather squeaks when she moves. Her legs are held together firmly by two more belts. Her arms are tied behind her. Her elbows are pulled together so tightly that her blouse is stretched across her bosom; the outline of her brassiere showing every detail through the fabric.
Now, as an adult, this scene would be erotic. Then, as an eleven year old, it was confusing, exciting and scary. I hadn’t even had time to figure out girls my own age and here I was experiencing my first tie up with a grown woman. Only recently had I discovered an infatuation for sexy legs. Studying the skirts and tights in the schoolyard had not prepared me for this. Mrs. C’s legs were long, slim and attractive. The nylons and high heels were extremely eye-catching to me but I wasn’t even sure why. Her breasts on the other hand were another matter. One of the first things that young boys notice is when young girls start to blossom. Even the slightest hint of a bosom is enough to cause a stir in class. Here I was with a pair of mature breasts staring me in the face.

Being too young to fully appreciate what was in front of me all I could do was to stop questioning my feelings and continue with the game. I had been hoping to tie up a girl for years now and the fact that my first opportunity was a woman had thrown me off but now I was going to get back on track. As I approached her with the gag she must have sensed the change in my confidence. She gave me a big smile and then opened her mouth wide.

As I went to insert the rolled up scarf it appeared that it would be too big. I almost hesitated but I didn’t like the thought of her offering to help me again. I pushed it in, gently at first, and then more firmly until it was completely in. I placed the second scarf between her lips and she tilted her head forwards so that I could tie it in behind. Strengthened by my new found confidence I pulled the knot tight and then gave it an extra tug. She moaned as it sunk deeply into her cheeks. I tied the second hitch to secure it and stood back.

Years of damsels in distress on television and in books did not compare to having a live one of my own creation. I felt a rush of excitement knowing that I finally had the real thing. None of my fantasies compared to actually seeing the belts biting into her legs, her arms helplessly bound, the gag silencing her. She sat looking up at me and waiting. I studied her once more from head to toe. There was no point in trying to hide it any more. She knew that this was more than a game to me.

I took the alarm clock from the nightstand and when the second hand passed the twelve I nodded at her. She started her effort to escape with her legs. She twisted her feet testing the bonds around her ankles. The black pumps on her feet squeaked as they rubbed together. Then she began working her legs back and forth in an attempt to create some slack. The belts held tight.

She continued her efforts with her arms but found no weaknesses there either. Knowing she couldn’t gain her freedom I think she chose to put on a show for me instead. Digging her heels into the carpet she pulled herself forward on her butt. I’m sure she knew that this would result in her slipping out of her skirt; which it did. After a few pulls she was clear of the bed and she rolled onto her side. By this time her skirt was up past the waistband of her pantyhose and she was showing a narrow band of bare skin above the elastic of her panties. She continued to work at her bonds while she rolled from side to side.

At one point she rolled over face down. My attention was seriously divided between the curvy backs of her legs, the belt biting into her wrists and the sight of her black panties showing through the sheer pantyhose. She lay like this for a moment and then rolled completely over onto her bound arms. She arched her back lifting her bottom until only her feet and shoulders were touching the floor. The spectacle was like a three ring circus. On one side was her strained face biting deeply into the gag. On the other side the muscles in her legs were tense against their bonds. But the main show was in the center ring. Her skirt was still fully up and the black V made by the panties in her crotch was there in all its glory.

At this point I think she realized that her efforts might be a little too vigorous for a boy my age. I realize now that she was probably enjoying it so much herself that she had forgotten about me. She lowered herself back down and rolled onto her side again with her back to me. For the last minute or so she barely struggled at all but I was fine with that. The extra bonds she had asked me to apply to her elbows and legs were something that I had never seen before. Her final position gave me a chance to study them in close detail and I liked what I saw.

When the five minutes ended I started to untie her. I took my time and took advantage of every opportunity to touch or hold her legs. The feel of nylon in my hands was a new sensation that I wanted to indulge as much as possible. I don’t know why but I left the gag until last. Once her hands were free she attempted to untie it herself. I took great pleasure in watching her fumble with the knot. She eventually gave up and for the first time I was treated to the wonderful sound of a woman trying talk through a gag. She gave me about a dozen mmphs before I caught on that she wanted me to un-gag her.
She was seated on the floor with her legs stretched out in front of her. As I worked at the knot from behind her I was looking over her shoulder. Her panties were still in full view which for an eleven year old is as exciting as Christmas. When she lowered her head to give me better access to the stubborn knot she saw it for herself and quickly pulled her skirt down. I finally managed to untangle the scarf. She turned her head towards me and I removed the wad from her mouth.

I thought that it would now become awkward as she was probably aware that tying her up had been a life altering experience for me. I had no idea what to say next but she was wonderful and put me at ease immediately.

‘Wasn’t that fun’ she said. ‘I could see that you were really enjoying yourself. I know that you had some problems a few times and maybe I gave too much advice but it all worked out pretty good if you ask me. It’s too bad that Paul was a party pooper but we definitely managed just fine without him.’
‘It was fun’ I replied ‘and I don’t mind that you helped. I learned a lot from you.’ I couldn’t think of anything more to say. My head was overflowing with images of high heels and stockings, bosom and bottom, belts and gags.

She stood up and straightened out her skirt. The pleasure I experienced from watching the simple act of her rubbing her hands over her thighs and rear end to smooth out the wrinkles was a fitting conclusion to our afternoon. I told her that I was going to go see Paul now.

‘Forget about Paul. He’s probably in his room sulking about the fun he missed out on. Go wait for me in the kitchen and I’ll be there in a minute. There’s some root beer in the fridge. We’ll have a cold drink together; that gag kind of dried out my mouth.’

As I waited for her I was still not able to comprehend everything that had happened. Years later I realized that she must have enjoyed being tied up and got caught up in the moment. From an adults perspective it was obvious that she was carried away by the pleasure she was experiencing not realizing that her response was way beyond what an eleven year old can understand. Her behavior afterwards was an attempt to mask her embarrassment and to soothe any shock or discomfort I may have been feeling. What she didn’t know was that I had been waiting for that moment for years and while it was overwhelming at times it caused me no distress. Quite the opposite, it was a tremendous learning experience for me as she showed me things that no boy my age had probably ever seen.

When she came into the kitchen she had changed into a more casual outfit. The t-shirt didn’t hug her bosom and the shorts and bare legs were no match for the skirt and stockings. The flip-flops were a big letdown after her sexy heels. We had a root beer and some cookies and chatted but neither of us mentioned our encounter. Paul finally came down just before I left. He apologized but his mom still gave him a hard time about letting his friend down. I said nothing. I was glad he had wimped out.

It had been an incredible afternoon and I had learned one important thing. When you’re all alone on the A-Team nothing is better than a Plan B from Mrs. C.

Re: Paul’s Mom Part 3 (Conclusion)

Postby SelenaGfan » Thu Oct 17, 2013 11:22 pm

That was really good.I hope you post more of your writing her in the near future,both fictional & non fictional.I also hope the have legs in nylons as I am also a love of sexy legs in hosiery.

Re: Paul’s Mom Part 3 (Conclusion)

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Sun Nov 24, 2013 2:36 am

FICTION-wise I HOPE that when you turned 18 you turned her into your "s*x sl*ve" (shall we say)! cheers

Re: Paul’s Mom Part 3 (Conclusion)

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Re: Paul’s Mom Part 3 (Conclusion)

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Re: Paul’s Mom Part 3 (Conclusion)

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