We never thought this could happen to us …
Part I: Nightmare after Christmas
Several pieces of burning wood were crackling in the fireplace, electric candles on the Christmas tree were lighting up the room and the old black and white comedy Bishop’s Wife was playing on the TV.
For my mom Roberta Riley, a 45 year-old History teacher, and me, it was just another typical evening of our Christmas. We were sitting on the sofa in the living room of our house and watching TV. My name is Tommy and I’m 18, by the way.
Mom had been single as far as I could remember and she had been bringing me up by herself since I was born. We spend almost all of our time together by watching old movies, playing desk games or cards or reading books. I was a shy quiet boy who never had many friends, actually I didn’t seek company of my peers and therefore we were very close. No matter how odd it may seem my mom was my only real friend.
There was one particular thing about us and it was our resemblance. We both had long red hair and the same blue eyes. However I was quite tall and slim whereas my mom was a corpulent lady with really huge breasts and big bottom. When we were around the house we even wore the same clothes. My mom was a flannel shirt wearer and all the shirts she had she bought twice – one for her and one for me. Tonight we were dressed in matching green and black plaid flannel shirts she bought us for Christmas and blue jeans.
Suddenly I had a strange feeling that I heard a noise from the kitchen.
“Mom, I think I heard something in the kitchen. Did you hear it too?”
“I didn’t hear anything, darling. I am sure that it was from the outside.”
“I think you are right, mom.” I said and gave my mom a big smile.
However after couple of minutes I heard the sound again. My mother didn’t seem to notice anything.
“I heard it again. Maybe you didn’t close the window.”
“You may be right, honey. I’m going to check it out and get myself some chocolate Do you want anything, dear?”
“No, thank you, mom.” I replied and went on watching the film, while my mom disappeared in the kitchen.
Two minutes later even I heard the noises again and this time much louder.
“Mom, are you alright?”
No response. Quite nervously I got up and went to the kitchen. What I saw there, took my breath away. I saw a young man dressed in a tight black latex cat-suit. He had a red and black plaid flannel shirt with tied tails over it and a pair of black leather gloves on his hands. There was a black domino mask covering his eyes. He was tall and slim and had very long straight purple hair with white, blue and red highlights. The man was holding my mom in a tight grip under her breasts and his other hand was clamped over mommy’s mouth. She had tears in her frightened eyes.
“Who are you? What are you doing here? Let my mother go,” I said quite hysterically.
“Please calm down, my sweet boy,” said the intruder with a soft voice. “I won’t harm her or you in case you are both quiet and cooperative.”
I calmed down a little but the sight of my poor helpless and terrified mother was almost unbearable. “Take anything you want, just don’t hurt us please.”
“Of course, handsome,” said the burglar and laughed. “Now take these two chairs from the kitchen table and go to the living room. We are right behind you.”
I did as I was told and grabbed the chairs and took them to the other room and placed them in front of the TV.
“Good,” said the burglar. “Now sit down both of you.”
He let my mom go and we sat down. She hugged me and we both started to cry a little.
“It’ll be alright, darling, don’t worry,” she said and her voice was trembling.
“Oh, that is so touching.” said the burglar and started to laugh again. “You are the cutest couple I have ever visited.”
“Please take everything you want and leave.”
“I’ll go eventually but first I must make sure you won’t cause any trouble.”
“We won’t, I promise.”
“That is not good enough.” The burglar took a big leather bag down from his shoulder and pulled out a gun and a piece of rope. He pointed the gun to my mom and tossed her the rope.
“What is that for?” asked she even though she had already known.
“I want you to tie your son’s hands behind his back.”
“Oh no, please.”
“Don’t make me use this little toy.”
Mother reluctantly got up from the chair. I had already put my hands behind my back to make it easier for her. I knew she had no other choice than to tie me up.
“I am sorry, dear,” said mom and was crying.
“It’s okay, mom. Do what you have to do. I love you.”
“I love you too, honey. Please forgive me.”
Then she took the rope and with her shaking hands she started to wrap it around my wrists. The burglar was watching her and giving the instructions. “Make it tighter ... I said tighter ... okay, now tie a double knot, no triple. We must be sure he won’t free himself.” The she checked my bound hands and was content. Even though my mom surely didn’t want to she did a very good job and tied my wrists really tight.
“Okay, now tie his ankles and knees and tie his chest to the chair as well.” said the intruder and gave her four other ropes. My poor mom did as she was told and soon I was completely helpless.
“Your son looks very sexy tied up like this but there is one more thing missing ... the gag.”
“Oh no ...”
“Oh yeah. Where do you have your scarves?”
“In the closet over there.” she pointed to a small white wooden door.
“Okay. Go and bring a lot of them and don’t try anything. I’ll stay here with Tommy.”
A moment later mom returned. She was holding a large pile of her scarves and bandanas.
“Put it on the floor.” ordered the burglar and took something out of the pocket of his flannel shirt, crumpled it into a ball and handed it to mom. “Those are my fat girlfriend’s panties. She had been wearing them for three days. Stuff ‘em in his mouth.”
“Oh no, please. That’s disgusting. He’s all tied up and helpless. You don’t have to humiliate him with dirty panties. He won’t be able to breathe.”
“Oh yes, he will. Do it,” said the man and pointed the gun to my head. “Do it or he’ll die.”
“I am sorry, honey.” She started to cry again. She loved me as much as I loved her and the idea of stuffing my mouth with a pair of some strange woman’s dirty panties was simply terrible for her.
“It’s okay mom, do it. I can take it,” said I and opened my mouth. Mother kissed me on my cheek and then gagged me. My mouth filled with soft pink satin but the burglar’s girlfriend’s juices didn’t taste very well. Mom was right as usual. It was disgusting and humiliating.
“Now take this bandanna, tie a double knot in the middle put it between his lips and knot it at the back of his head so that he wouldn’t be able to spit his gag out.” said the burglar and tossed a red bandanna to my mother. She gave up resisting and folded the bandanna into a long band, made a double knot in the middle, put it between my lips and tied it behind my head.
“Three knots and make them tight, Mrs. Riley. We must make sure he won’t be able to talk.”
Mom didn’t say anything and tied two more knots while the tears were pouring down from her eyes. The bandanna pushed the panties deeper in my mouth and I had to do my best to control my reflexes and not to choke on the gag. Then she was given a silk scarf and told to tie it over my mouth as well to make the gag even more tight and effective.
“Okay, that’s enough. Now sit down on the other chair and take off your jeans and panties and stuff ‘em in your mouth.”
“What? I won’t do that. I won’t stuff my own panties in my mouth.”
“Oh come on, don’t be a coward. Your son has my girlfriend’s panties in his mouth. Surely you can take your own. Do it or ...” Other words weren’t necessary. My mom knew he was crazy enough to hurt us or even worse. She obediently put down her jeans and took off the panties. This was the first time I saw her like this and it was really weird. I decided to close my eyes because I didn’t want her to feel humiliated even more then she had already been. After that she folded her black panties into the smallest possible package and stuffed her mouth with it.
The burglar gave her a pink bandanna and told her to make a double knot in the middle as in the case of my gag. She put the knot between her lips and cleave-gagged herself. She also got a silk scarf and had to tie it over her mouth.
Then the intruder praised her for her cooperation and tied her hands behind her back, tied her chest to the chair and bound her ankles and knees, blindfolded both of us with mom’s silk scarves, checked my bonds, tightened them a little and then left the room.
We both were terrified to death. I feared for my mother’s life as much as she feared for mine. We started to struggle but there was no chance against those ropes. We also tried to communicate and comfort each other but the gags muffled all our efforts. There was no point calling for help either as we were effectively silenced and really helpless.
We often heard about home invasions on TV. People were getting bound, gagged and robbed almost every day in the United States but we never thought something like that could happen to us. We had been living our happy lives in our safe little world and now this world was destroyed by this womanish purple-haired villain in latex. What was he planning to do to us? Was he going to leave us bound and gagged and only go away with our things? Or was he going to rape us or even worse?
Soon he got back.
“Okay, I got all the money I was able to find, some jewels and some of your underwear, mom,” said the villain and laughed. “To gag my future victims with, you know. This has been such fun so far. I am planning to make this my regular business and you are my first clients. I have to make living somehow but the most important part of it is the thrill. Tying up and gagging such beautiful people as you are makes me really turned on. What are we going to do about it?”
We made some protests into our gags.
“Oh, your gag-talk is so sexy. Feel free to make as much noise as you can through your gags.”
And we did. Not to please him but to call for help even though the chances of someone hearing us were very low, almost none.
The burglar untied the knot on his shirt and we heard him unzip his cat-suit. We were terrified.
Slowly he removed my gag and replaced it with his stiff penis. The things that followed are so horrible and disgusting that I don’t even want to describe them. I had never felt so ashamed before. I never thought my first sexual experience will be so awfully humiliating. I was crying. His loud moanings of pleasure told my mom what was going on. She tried to protest through her gag but he wasn’t paying any attention to her.
“I haven’t had so much fun since I first did this to my cousin Billy,” said that crook afer he was finished with me and put my gag back on making it even tighter and more unbearable. “You’re a first class, Tommy, with a little training you could be a real pro.”
Then we heard a click of a lighter and immediately smelled the unmistakable scent of tobacco. It something that really didn’t belonged to our home as we were both non-smokers. Luckily that crazy man didn’t speak until he finished his cigarette. However it didn’t last long.
“Now let’s have some fun with mom,” said he and we squealed in protest. “Btw. sorry about that nice carpet of yours.”
I was lucky to be blindfolded so that I couldn’t see those terrible things he was doing to my poor mother. I didn’t dare to imagine what it was but judging from the hysterical noises she was producing it wasn’t pretty at all.
It must have been long after midnight when the burglar decided to stop our torment and leave.
He kissed our gagged mouths and said his goodbyes: “I’ll be back, darlings, when you least expect it.” Then he disappeared and left us there tied to the chairs, gagged, blindfolded, exhausted, humiliated, ashamed and desperately struggling to get free.
In the morning we were rescued by mom’s younger sister Diana who came to visit us and luckily had the spare key.
The police didn’t find the man who violated our home and we both know that he is still somewhere waiting for us.
That terrifying night brought me and my mother even closer but nothing is the same. We never spoke about it again but we don’t have to. Every strange noise in the night, every stranger or car passing our house during the day scare us to death. We hear that last sentence he said again and again in our heads and we are afraid it might come true.
The End of Part I I have some ideas for at least two more parts but I can't tell you when I start writing them or when I will be able to finish them. It could be weeks or it could be months. This one took me almost a year to put together. I hope you enjoy it.