Max and Tom's mother - story completed

Postby KP Presents » Wed Dec 07, 2011 1:12 am

When I finally caught up with Max, a few days afterwards, he just smiled and handed me a small photo album. We found a quiet spot, round the corner from the main yard, and he watched as I flipped through the pages.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I eventually said when I handed him the book back. “You did all this in one afternoon?”

Max just smiled as we both thought back to the previous Saturday....



“Have a good time, Tom, and make sure you come back in one piece!”

I waved to my mom as I walked down the path, my rucksack on my back as that old song used to say. It was early spring, and the start of the hiking season for my scout troop, so we were going to the local woods for a planning and preparation day. As it was a Scout trip, I had my uniform on, the scarf fastened round my neck with the woggle.

As I turned to walk to the bus stop, I saw Max playing in his yard. I walked over and asked him if he was doing anything in particular, but he just shook his head.

“Nah – just staying out of Mum’s way,” he said with a shrug of the shoulders. “What are you up to?”

“Hiking all day – I’m out until six tonight.”

He looked tame in that way that showed he was thinking of a plan. "Are your cousins over this weekend?” he eventually said.

“Nah – they have a recital tonight. Why?”

“Oh, no particular reason. I’ll see you later tonight.”

I waved and walked off – forgetting for a moment that Max had something of a crush on my mum. Has I realised what he had planned – but then, I only heard the full details second hand later on.....


Once I waved Tom off, I knew that I had a chance of fulfilling my fantasies about his mother. Not that I wanted to hurt her in any way, but given the games we had played recently I really wanted to see her tied up and gagged again. This time, however, Tom would not be there, so I had to use a different approach.

Running into the house, I gathered everything I figured I might need into a rucksack, told my mum I was going to see Tom, and walked out of the door. As I hoisted the rucksack onto my shoulder, I tried to contain my own excitement – if I did this right, I was going to have a fantastic day.

It’s a short walk to Tom’s house, so I climbed the stairs onto the patio and knocked on the door. Mrs Vandenburg came and answered the door, in a white t-shirt and faded denim shorts. Her feet were in a pair of old tennis shoes.

“Oh hello Max,” she said as she looked at me, “What can I do for you today?”

“Is Tom in? I wanted to see if he was free to play a few games.”

As she looked at me, I wondered what was going through her mind, especially when I mentioned games. She frowned and said “I’m sorry, Max, Tom is at a scout camp all day today – I’m not expecting him back until about six.”

“Oh,” I said as I frowned, knowing full well my friend was not coming back until later, “I see. Well, thanks anyway...” His front door opens onto a corridor that runs right through the kitchen, so I could see the long grass in the back yard.

“Mrs Vandenburg,” I said quietly, “I can’t help seeing your grass is a bit long out back. I’m not doing anything today – would you like me to cut it for you?”

“Well,” she said as she turned and looked at the yard, “It could do with a trim. Would your mum mind if you did it?”

“I’m sure she won’t, Mrs Vandenburg,” I said with a smile, “but you can call her if you like and ask.”

“No – no, I‘ll take your word for it.” She opened the screen door. “Come on in – you can leave your rucksack in the hallway. The mower is in the shed out back.”

The first part of my plan was a success – and I didn’t mind the hard work, not if the rest of the day went as I hoped it would...



It took longer than I thought it would to cut the grass – it was an old hand mower, and the ground was uneven – but by early afternoon I had finished and bagged up the cuttings. As I wiped my forehead, I saw Tom’s mum standing in the doorway to the house.

“Nice job, Max,” she said with a smile as she stood there with her arms folded. “Why don’t you come in and I’ll fix you a sandwich and a drink.”

“Thanks, Mrs Vandenburg,” I said as I walked into the cool kitchen. Sitting at the dining bar, I watched as she made me a corned beef and tomato sandwich, and handed it to me with a tall glass of milk.

As I sat and ate, she sat on the other side of the bar and watched me. I have to admit, as I glanced over and saw the way her t-shirt covered her chest, I was having some rather naughty thoughts, but I tried to keep them to myself. It’s just the way the material stretched over her breasts...

“Penny for them, Max?”

I looked up and blushed. “Sorry, Mrs Vandenburg,” I said quickly, “I just – well, Tom is lucky to have a good looking mum like you.”

“Oh – and you don’t think your mum is good looking?”

“No – I mean, yes, but she’s my mum...” I stopped myself, afraid of what might come out.

“It’s all right, Max – you’re a young boy, and there’s nothing wrong with thoughts like that.” She stood up and walked to the window. “you really did a great job out there – is there anything I can do for a reward for you – do you want some money or...”

“No thanks, Mrs Vandenburg – unless...”

“Yes?”

“Well, I got this new camera for my birthday. Would it be all right if I took a few pictures of you – just for myself?”

“What sort of pictures – tied up?”

I shook my head, not wanting to jinx what might happen. “no, just ones of you posing – that’s all.”

“All right, Max,” she finally said with a smile, as I saw the way the light through the window lit up her blonde hair. “You can take a few pictures – let’s go into the front room, the light is better in there.”

As she opened the door, I went and quickly got my camera from my rucksack. “Where do you want me sitting,” she said as we went into the front room.

“Just in the chair, please,” I said as she sat in an armchair. She put her hands on her lap and smiled as I took a couple of shots. “I always wondered what it would be like to be a model,” she said as she leaned forward and cupped her chin in her hands, “Will you let me see these photos when they are done?”

“Sure,” I said as I kept taking some photos. I had to fight how I was starting to feel, especially when to my surprise she lifted her legs up and draped them over the arms of the chair, he shorts riding up slightly as she did so.

“Go on Max,” she said as she out her hands behind her head, “I won’t bite.”

In my dad’s room are some photos of his great-uncle from the Second World War, standing in front of a plane which had a blonde haired woman with her head thrown back on the front. I swear, that is exactly how Tom’s mother looked at that point – just like that woman.

I kept taking more photos as she stood up and walked over to the couch, lying on her stomach and smiling as I took shot after shot after shot. “this is great, Mrs Vandenburg,” I said – and quite honestly as well.

“I think that’s enough for now,” she eventually said as she sat herself on the couch and indicated I should sit next to her. I looked up into her face and said “You were fantastic – have you ever modelled like that before?”

“Not really, no,” she said as she tucked her legs up and turned to look at me. “I always wanted to, though – Max’s father used to have books of these models from the fifties and sixties that I liked looking at. He was gone before I had the chance to try it out.”

She looked at me as I sat there, fidgeting. “Do you think I really am beautiful, Max?”

“Yeah,” I said before I realised what I had been asked. She laughed and said “I’ll take that as a compliment – you’re too young to have learnt how to lie about things like that. Have you ever taken photos of your mother like that.”

“Yes, I have – why?”

She leaned forward and looked at me. “After you came a few weeks ago, I had a word with your mother. She told me how you learned to tie ropes like that – and that you had tied her up a few times.”

I blushed at that – my games with my mum are a secret between us. “It’s all right, Max – your secret is safe with me.” She smiled as she held my face up. “So long as the person been tied up doesn’t mind, and you don’t hurt them, it’s just a game, so don’t be ashamed of it.”

“Thanks, Mrs Vandenburg,” I said as I lowered my head again. “Did I hurt you?”

“Hurt, no. Surprise, yes – especially when you stuffed those handkerchiefs into my mouth. Do you do that to your mother as well?”

“Yes – it helps her to keep quiet when I tickle her.”

She laughed at that, and said “I can understand why you think that – but surely it doesn’t need to be like that.”

I looked at her – if it was going to be any time soon, now was the time. “Well,” I began, “Different gags work in different ways and to different degrees of silence.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I can show you if you want – I have some with me.”

“Oh I see – did you think Tom and you could play a game with me?” I looked into her eyes and said “No – he wanted to try them. But, if you wanted to...”

I looked at her, wondering if she would rise to the bait. Eventually, she looked at the clock and said “Why not – let me go to the toilet while you get ready.”

She stood up and walked out of the room, while I let out a low whistle – stage two was completed.
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Re: Max and Tom's mother - part 2

Postby KP Presents » Thu Dec 08, 2011 8:24 am

“So,” she finally said when she came back in, “Do I have to be tied up for this?”

“No – but you can pretend by putting your hands behind your back,” I said as I pulled a wooden chair out and set it in the middle of the floor. “It will be easier if you sit on this.”

“All right,” She said as she sat on the chair. “What is the first one you want to show me?”

“Well, in the movies this always seems to work,” I said as I walked behind her and put my hand over her mouth. I merely covered her lips, but she sat still as I pressed down and said “You would think it cut off all noise from the way the TV shows it, but see if you can say anything?”

“Of course I can – you’re not covering my mouth,” she quite clearly said, but I felt a thrill as her lips moved under my hand.

“How about if I press harder,” I said as I pulled back slightly. She just laughed and opened her mouth, allowing my hand to fall in as she did so.

“Not the most effective then,” she said as I took my hand away.

“Not really no – when I play with mum, I use that to start the game and she plays along, but it really silences nothing. Would you like to try the next gag?”

“Go on then,” she said as she sat back, “What do you have for me?”

In reply, I took out of my rucksack one of my mother’s old silk scarves, a large cream coloured square with a picture of a tree on it. Folding it diagonally, I then rolled it into a wide band which I held in both hands as I walked behind her.

“Let’s see if this keeps you any quieter, Mrs Vandenburg,” I said as I pulled the band of cloth over her lips, pulling it tightly as I tied the ends together at the base of her neck. Walking back round, I picked up the camera and took a picture of her, her eyes wide over the cream and brown band.

“try saying something now,” I said as I put the camera down. She looked at me and said “I gss it is pssble to tlk thru dis” before she started laughing, the scarf slowly starting to slip down her face.

“Exactly,” I said as I started laughing as well. “IT will muffle, but unless I pulled it really against the lips then it does not stop the two things that make for an effective gag.”

“O, nd whts tht?”

“Hang on,” I said as I walked over and untied the scarf. “I said, and what’s that, Max,” she said as I rolled the scarf up more tightly.

“You need to do three things – stop your tongue moving, stop your lips moving and muffle the sound as much as possible, to completely gag someone. Two of them can do the job.”

“I don’t believe you – how do you know these things?”

“I saw it in a television program once,” I said with a smile. “If you don’t believe me, however, let me prove it.”

I folded the long scarf into a thinner band. “If you open your mouth, I’ll show you what happens if you stop the tongue moving.”

“All right,” she said as she opened her mouth wide, watching as I walked behind her and pulled the scarf between her teeth, forcing her tongue to the floor of her mouth. “Close your lisp over this,” I said, and as she closed her red lips I pulled the ends back and knotted them together at the base of her neck.

When I walked back round, I could see her teeth closing over the cloth band, and her lisp slightly apart as I took another photo. “So,” I then said, “do you think you can be understood under that?”

“I cnt mv mtng,” Mrs Vandenburg said as her eyes widened. “Drgd, icn mv m lps bt...”

“But you can’t move your tongue,” I said with a smile, “so you can’t form the words properly. Impressive, isn’t it?”

“llrght, llrght,” she said through the cloth. I could see a dark stain growing at the centre of the band, as the cloth started to soak up her saliva.

“It is possible to make it more effective,” I said, “but I need to use a different cloth for that. Do you want to try it?”

“Ys,” she mumbled, and then watched as I took a black and white bandana from my bag, folded it into a thin band and then tied a knot in the centre of it. Walking behind her, I untied and removed the large scarf, but before she could say anything I pulled the knot between her teeth and tied the ends at the base of her neck.

“ntfr, dntsnthng,” she mumbled, but the sound was very effectively muffled by the cloth knot that filled her mouth and forced her tongue down. I took another picture, then quickly removed the scarf and handed her a glass of water.

“Thank you,” she said as she took a drink, and then set the glass down. “So forcing my tongue down and filling my mouth does effectively gag me. That’s why you put the handkerchiefs in my mouth.”

“that’s right, Mrs Vandenburg. The cloth muffles the noise, and keeps your tongue down, while the extra scarf stops you spitting them out.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“let’s put it to the test,” I said as I untied the scarf. Taking from the bag two large handkerchiefs that belonged to my father, I wadded them up and walked over to stand beside her.

“I suppose I had better let you stffthmn” she said as I pushed one wad of cloth into her mouth, followed by the second one. Taking the bandana, I pulled it between her teeth again, forcing the cloth back and holding it in place.

“See if you can spit the cloth out,” I said as I picked up the camera, watching and taking pictures as she tried to push the wads out with her tongue. “bldhl,” she mumbled, “thbndttght.” She looked at me, and I could see her eyes glistening as she tried to force her gag out.

“lrght, idmtdft,” she finally said as she looked at me. “whtrugngtdnw?”

“Do you want me to take that gag out,” I said as I looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. IT was saying two thirty, and I still had two gags I wanted to try. I looked at her as she nodded, and walked over to untie the scarf and pull out the soaking cloths.

“All right,” she said as she took another drink of water. “I take it back – keeping my tongue down and stuffing my mouth worked. You said there was a third element, however.”

“Did I? Oh yes, Stopping you moving your lips. I have a way of doing that, but I just want to prevent you moving your lips. Stuffing the mouth as well can be dangerous.”

“Oh,” she said as she looked at me with her head down, “All right then – stop me moving my lips and I’ll keep my tongue at the floor of my mouth.”

She watched as I took out a roll of brown sticking plaster I had found in our medicine cabinet, and removed the top before tearing off a long, wide strip. “Could you please put your lips together, Mrs Vandenburg,” I said with a smile, which she returned as she kept her lips closed.

The tape stuck to her lips, and I could see the shape of her lips underneath as I smoothed it down. Stepping back, I watched her trying to work her lips, saying “gdthstf” through the brown layer.

“Yes - my mum says the same thing,” I said as I took some more photographs, watching her moving her jaw to try and force the tape off. “thsrlywrks,” she mumbled as she shook her head, eventually saying “plstktf.”

“All right,” I said as I gently peeled the tape away and handed her a wet wipe. As she cleaned the rsidue off her lips, she said “Inteersting, but I’m nto sure I like it. Thsi has been a real education, Max, thank you.”

“No, thank you, Mrs Vandenburg,” I said with genuine pleasure. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Answer me a question – you use these gags on your mother?”

As I nodded, she then hit me with the killer question – “Which of these does she like the most?”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“None of them,” I said as I went back to my bag. “she likes this one.”

“What is that,” Tom’s mum asked as I took out my prize possession. It was a red sponge which I had worked a hole through the middle of with a knitting needle and fed an old blue nylon stocking that belonged to my mother through.

“Let me show you,” I said as I squashed the red sponge down. “open your mouth wide.” As she looked at me, I pushed the sponge behind her teeth and pulled the nylon round her head, tying the ends together at the base of her neck again. As I walked round I could see she had closed her mouth completely, the thin blue band the only indication of something in place.

“Try saying something now,” I said, and as Tom’s mum stared at me she simply said “cntsnfng.”

She stared at me, silenced as I took a few more photos and then put the camera down. “she says she cannot say anything with this one,” I said as I walked behind her, and tickled her on the ribs. I could see her face creasing and heard low rumbles, but she was unable to laugh as the sponge filled her mouth.

“So, still think a gag cannot silence you?”

“Sttppfdpsfpsdgp” she mumbled as I saw a small trickle of saliva escape from the corner of her mouth, while her eyes were closed and she heaved with laughter. Taking pity on her, I removed the gag and placed it carefully into a plastic bag, while she grabbed a tissue and wiped her chin.

“Thank you, Max,” she said eventually as she regained her composure, “that was quite an education. Does your mother enjoy it when you do that to her?”

“How do you know I tickle her as well?”

“She told me.” As she said this, Mrs Vandenburg stood up and looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. “My goodness is that the time,” she said as she looked at me, “Tom will be home in an hour or so. Do you want to wait around for him?”

“If that’s all right with you, Mrs Vandenburg,” I said as I gathered my stuff and put it into my rucksack. “Is there anything else I can do for you to help tidy up?”

She looked at me, smiled, and then made my wildest dream come true.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said as she went to the door, “It would be a great pity if I was to come home from work and an intruder was there...”
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Re: Max and Tom's mother - final part

Postby KP Presents » Wed Dec 14, 2011 6:29 am

I looked at her, swallowed hard and said “Would you like to play cops and robbers with me, Mrs Vandenburg?” My heart leapt as she smiled and said “I need to go and get ready – I’m taking Tom out for dinner tonight as a reward. Such a pity I forgot to lock the front door...” She winked at me and then walked out of the room, leaving me sitting there as I heard her footsteps on the staircase.

I finally shook myself out and went back to my rucksack, looking to see what I could use as a gag – I had plenty of rope there anyway. Eventually I smiled, and took a bandana out which I tied over my lower face before standing behind the door and waiting, my anticipation growing as I heard her steps coming back down to the room.

As she walked in, I had to stop myself from gasping. She had changed out of the t-shirt and shorts she had been wearing, and now had on a lime green cotton dress that buttoned up the front. The short sleeves were puffed, and came down to just above her elbows, while the skirt came to about an inch above her knees. There was a wide tan leather belt around her waist, and her feet were in a matching pair of open toed shoes with two inch heels.

“Is there somebody in here,” she said as she stood and looked round, pretending not to see me standing behind her. Walking up, I took a toy plastic knife from my pocket and pressed the point into her back.

“This will cut you if you do anything, lady,” I said in what I thought was a deep voice, “so don’t try anything. Understand?”

“I understand,” Mrs Vandenburg said quietly, “who are you?”

“Not important – what’s your name?”

“Ellen – Ellen Vandenburg.”

“All right, Ellen, just walk nice and quietly over to that long seat there, and lie face down with your hands behind your back. I’m going to make sure you don’t get in my way while I rob your house.”

“All right,” she said quietly as she walked forward, I’ll do what you say.” I followed her as she walked round and lay down, placing her hands together behind her back as she turned to look at me.

“Why are you robbing me?” she said as I picked up my rucksack.

“I want your trust fund – the money you withdrew from the bank today,” I said as I pulled a ten foot length of rope from my bag. “Now, hold your hands together and stay still.”

“Please, don’t hurt me,” Mrs Vandenburg said quietly as I doubled the rope over, passed it around her wrists and pulled them together, wrapping it around and between them so that they were tightly secured. I then took a longer length of rope, doubled it and passed it under her waist, bringing the ends through the loop behind her back and fixing her wrists into her back. As I cinched the rope, I said “You just be a good girl now, Ellen, and you’ll be just fine.”

I could see the white rope over her belt, and had to bite my tongue as I took another length and passed it around her ankles, pulling them together as I secured them. As I tied the ends off, having tightened them by cinching the coils between her legs, I stood back and looked at my captive.

“All right,” I said as I reached over her body, “Roll over onto your back.” As I did so, I touched her breast, and watched her turn to look at me. “Sorry,” I said quickly, “I won’t do that again.”

“All right,” Mrs Vandenburg said as she rolled over and lay on her back, her head resting on the arm of the chair. “Please,” she said in her ‘victim’ voice again, “Just take the money and go.”

“Not yet,” I said as I took a red sponge ball out of my bag and squashed it in my mouth, “I need you to be quiet for a while.” She looked at me, but opened her mouth wide and allowed me to push the ball into place, before I covered it with a folded scarf, tied tightly to keep the ball in place.

“Plsgw,” she mumbled through her gag as I lifted her skirt slightly and pushed her legs up, wrapping more rope around her legs above her knees to tie them together. As I took the rope down under her knees, I turned to look at her and said “You know, Ellen, you are actually a very beautiful woman. I almost regret that I have to secure you like this – almost.”

“Fltr,” I heard her mumble as her lisp worked under the gag. Walking to her back, I pushed her up by the shoulders and helped her to sit up before taking a long length from my bag, doubling it over and passing it around her arms below her breasts. As I pulled her arms into her side, I saw the way they were lifted up in front of her, and smiled to myself.

“That should keep you safe,” I said as I passed the rope between her arms and her body, tightening the loops before securing them in place. I sat in front of her, stroking her legs as I said, “You stay nice and quiet there, and I promise I won’t take long. I hate to see a beauty like you kept captive longer than I have to.”

“Llrt,” she said as she looked at me stand up and go to the cabinet, looking through as I pretended to search for the money. I watched from out of the corner of my eye as she struggled in the ropes, her dress moving as she tried to free her arms. Her skirt was also riding up slightly, but I could see she was not in any real danger.

“Well now,” I eventually said as I turned back, “It seems as if I have all your money now. I’ll leave you to it and...”

That was when the door opened, and I realised Tom was home...



It had been a good day, and as I walked back into the house and dropped my rucksack on the floor I was ready for a quiet evening. As I went into the kitchen, however, I saw the lawn had been mowed – a job I was always going to do tomorrow.

“Mum,” I called out, but there was no reply. I got a Coke, and went into the living room, saying as I opened the door “Are you in here?”

Well, my mum was in there all right, sitting no the recliner in her new dress, and with bands of rope around her waist, legs and chest. Her arms were pinned behind her back a swell, and there was a wide blue scarf pulled tightly over her mouth.

“Mum – what’s going on,” I said as I put the coke bottle down, looking at her shaking her head and saying “Gtotfhr, hsgt anf.” I wondered what she was saying, until I saw Max walk behind my mother, a scarf over his lower face and a toy knife in his hand.

“Don’t make a move, copper,” he said as he held my mom’s head against his chest and pressed the plastic blade against her throat, “or the lady here gets hurt. Just let me leave, and nobody gets hurt.”

Well, I guessed then how Max had spent his day, but it was obvious the game needed to come to an end, so I said “All right - just go, nobody is going to stop you.” I watched as he picked up his rucksack and slowly walked towards me, having first laid my mum down on the recliner so that her head was resting on the arm.

As he came closer, however, I said “Hey bud, remember when I said nobody was going to stop you?”

“Yeah?”

“I lied.”

And with that I jumped Max, bringing him to the floor as we practised a few wrestling moves out on each other. Mum watched, screaming “PLSSTP!!!” as we fought, until I pinned Max on the floor and took his knife off him, pressing down on his chest with the plastic point. He let his head fall to the side and played dead, as I stood up and said “Are you all right, Mrs Vandenburg?”

“Ys, thnku,” she mumbled as she looked up at me when I walked over. Looking at the way she was bound, I said “Would you like me to free you,” and she nodded before looking with her eyes down to her legs first.

I helped my mum to sit up and started to remove the rope from around her legs. As I did so, I felt my hands stroking the back of her legs, but when I looked up I saw her eyes smiling as I did this. Eventually, I managed to unwind the rope and then untied he rankles, helping her to stretch out her legs as I did so.

Her arms were next, the big length around her upper body first, although I have to admit the way Max had forced her breasts out and up intrigued me. Freeing her wrists from her waist, I then untied her wrists and watched as she brought them round and rubbed her bare arms.

“Thnku,” she mumbled before laughing as she realised she still had the gag on. “Allow me,” I said as I untied the scarf, wondering what was underneath that was keeping mum so silent. As I removed the scarf, I saw her lips were closed, but then she opened them and pushed a very, very wet red sponge out of her mouth. “Can you get me a drink,” she said, and I quickly turned to get my bottle of coke. As I turned back, I saw Max gathering up the rope and gag.

“Thanks, Mrs Vandenburg,” he said as he pushed them into his rucksack, “but I need to get home now. See you, Tom.”

“Max is a good boy,” my mum said later as we went out for dinner, “Get him to show you the photos he took of me today.”




“Wow,” I said as I handed him back the album, “I wish I had been there. What did your mum say when you got home?”

“She asked me what I had done, and I said I mowed your lawn. She then gave me a treat.”

“Really, what sort of treat?”

Max said nothing, but handed me a second album. “See for yourself,” he said with a smile...
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Re: Max and Tom's mother - story completed

Postby xtc » Wed Dec 14, 2011 7:46 am

Nice ending!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Max and Tom's mother - story completed

Postby chloroformmeplease » Sun Dec 18, 2011 11:33 pm

I think his mom should tie Max up in their next adventure.
Treat others as you wish to be treated. Having said that I will not sit idly by while someone is disrespecting another just because they think they are better than everyone else.