Postby 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…