## Paul's Mom Part 1

Post by LordNelson » Mon Oct 14, 2013 6:19 am

I am new here and this is my first fictional story. As with all of the stories that I will be posting here it starts off with an event that really happened but at some point my fantasies take over.
Paul’s Mom & The ABC’s – Part 1 the A-Team
It is said that when a person reaches the age of sexual awareness the first things that arouse them will continue to arouse them for the rest of their lives. It’s called the Love Map Theory. We each have a love map which is created by our early experiences. When I heard this theory I considered what it was about women that I liked the most. This is my love map;
I love skirts.
I love the legs in the skirts.
I love the legs in the skirts wearing stockings.
I love the legs in the skirts wearing stockings and sexy high heeled shoes.
I love the legs in the skirts wearing stockings and sexy high heeled shoes and tied up.
It’s a simple list and I can recall exactly when the list was created and by who. At age eleven I was starting to be aware that there were more differences between boys and girls than just the way they dressed. Parts of girls that used to be flat were now starting to pleasantly curve. They did their hair differently and put on make-up. They even began to talk differently.
For me the biggest difference was legs. Any girl could look like a boy in jeans and a T-shirt. The one thing that made a girl definitely a girl was a skirt. It had always been that way but at this age there were subtle changes happening. The skirts were getting shorter, tights changed to nylons and the shoes became sexier.
My young body was just starting to produce small quantities of the hormones that would come to rule my life but at the time they only served to confuse me. Girls were no longer to be avoided but I didn’t know why. I wanted to talk to girls but I didn’t know why. I knew that I had some hidden use for girls but I didn’t know what. Other kids my age would gradually figure it out over the next few years but I was destined for something different. I was about to have an instant revelation.
My best friend was Paul C. who had moved to my town about two years ago. I knew that his dad was his hero and his mom was his best friend. His parents were over protective and wouldn’t let him leave his neighborhood. This meant that we spent a lot of time playing at his house. Paul’s dad was a former military man and we played a lot of military themed games. Paul’s mother was a stay at home mom, a gardener, an excellent cook and most importantly she always had time to join in our games if we needed a third.
Paul often started his stories with “me and my mom did this” or “me and my mom did that.” Until I came along she seemed to be his most constant playmate. I thought it was cool that a grown woman would be willing to play games whenever he wanted. In the time that I had known him she never took part in any of our activities; until now.
One day Paul and I were part of a military elite force, the A-Team, who were in charge of National Security. As usual we spent more time planning our games than actually playing them. Our mission was to capture and detain an enemy operative. The objective was to have him out of contact with his government at a critical moment. The confusion created would lead to his accomplices showing themselves while attempting to find him.
We had a problem. It was a two man operation which meant that our victim would have to be imaginary. As we planned the details of our mission Paul suggested that we ask his mother to be the enemy operative. I was about to object when I realized that detaining her could involve tying her up. I had wanted to tie up a girl for several years but hadn’t yet had the opportunity. His mom was no girl but it would be good practice. The mission plan took a new direction.
I suggested that once we had captured her we tie her up. Paul was reluctant at first but I talked him into it. We went to his dad’s workshop and found some ropes. Next to the shop was the laundry room. I found a box of clean rags and picked out a pair to use for a gag. Again Paul was not to keen on gagging her but I talked him into it. Last of all I proposed that we take her by surprise. Paul was adamant that we ask her first but again I talked him into it.
We knew her routine and the plan was simple. Today she was at a church meeting and would be home in about half an hour. The first thing she would do would be to go upstairs to her bedroom and get changed before making supper. When you go up to the second floor of their home there is a small landing at the top of the stairs. To the left is the washroom, straight ahead is Paul’s room and to the right is the master bedroom. I would hide in the bathroom and Paul in his room. When she entered her room we would pounce on her from behind, take her to Paul’s room and tie her to a chair. We watched for the car.
When she pulled into the driveway we took our places. I heard her coming up the stairs. I had the door open a crack and watched her enter her room. I burst out and crossed the landing. That’s when things went weird. Paul didn’t move. I turned to see where he was and tripped over my own feet. She turned to see who was coming behind her. I grabbed at the first thing I could reach. It was Mrs. C.
I know that when I slammed into her my arms were around her waist. By the time we hit the floor I was a little south of there. When we met the carpet my arms were around her knees and I was lying between her legs. She had a skirt and pantyhose on. My left arm was around her right leg and my hand was on the back of her left knee. My right arm was around her left leg and my hand was on the back of her right thigh. It was the first time I had ever experienced the feel of nylons on a leg. In spite of the circumstances it was amazing. But as wonderful as it was it could not match my other predicament. My face was sandwiched between her legs.
Somehow during our tumble her skirt had bunched up just enough to allow my head to come to rest between her soft stocking clad thighs. Today that would be my definition of heaven but back then my young inexperienced brain was going into meltdown. Not only had I tackled my friend’s mother but here I was holding her down with my head up her skirt. I tried to get up but with her lying on my arms I was unable to move. After a moment of struggling I felt a hand on my shoulder.
‘Relax’ she said ‘let’s get ourselves sorted out before we make any sudden moves. Can you explain to me why you knocked me down please?’
I lifted my head as much as I could. ‘Paul and I are playing a game. He said we could capture you. We were supposed to grab you together but he chickened out.’
‘What kind of game involves capturing his mother?’
‘We needed someone to be an enemy spy. We were going to capture you and take you to his room to tie you up.’
I was having difficulty coping with information overload. Each of my hands was telling me how good it felt to be holding onto her. My mouth was trying to carry on a conversation. My neck was getting sore and my face was sinking back into that nylon paradise. I wanted to be there but at the same time I didn’t. I was so confused.
‘So this was Paul’s plan and he chickened out. Did you have a plan B?’
‘What’s a Plan B?’
‘B stands for backup. You should always have a backup plan in case the first plan doesn’t work.’
‘We didn’t have a Plan B. I’ve never even heard of Plan B before.’
‘Since it’s my son who got you into this mess I guess it’s up to me to get you out. Give me a minute to think and I’ll come up with a Plan B for you.’
My neck couldn’t take it anymore. I may have been naïve but I knew that putting my face back between her thighs was probably not a good idea. I turned my head and tried to rest it across her legs. They were too far apart and I wound up snuggled in deep enough to have half of my face against the soft inside of her thigh. I gave up and turned my head back. I sank in up to my ears. I don’t know if was accidental or on purpose but she closed her legs slightly and began to gently squeeze my head. As far as I was concerned the longer it took her to come up with Plan B the better. I could really get used to being here.
To be continued…
Last edited by LordNelson on Tue Oct 15, 2013 2:47 pm, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: Paul's Mom Part 1

Post by hafnermg » Mon Oct 14, 2013 9:12 am

hmmm Very interesting. I look forward to seeing where this is going.

### Re: Paul's Mom Part 1

Post by SelenaGfan » Mon Oct 14, 2013 9:27 am

Good start to hopefully a great story.More please.

### Re: Paul's Mom Part 1

Post by bound-black-girl lover » Sun Nov 24, 2013 1:19 am

Re.: "Love Map Theory":
MY "thing" would-be: white cotton button-front shirts with notch collars which lay flat against the shirt's body and are unbuttoned-at-the-neck (PREFERABLY in a DEEP 'V')!
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That "style" was prevalent in Catholic school uniforms, stewardesses, nurses, etc.!