"Role-playing games" (F/MF)

Postby meinaru » Thu Jul 06, 2017 8:47 am

This was a quick one, especially given I still have another story to finish... This one's in a similar vein as the unfinished one.

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"You think it's time?"

"MMMphhh!"

"Really?"

"MMM-mmm-mmmph!"

Anne had very little to say, gagged as she was. Melanie couldn't help but envy her for her looks - at almost forty, she still had an excellent figure. And Melanie had all the time in the world, as her beautiful neighbor stood before her completely naked and tied with her hands over the head to a carved post in the attic.

It was a hot evening of June. Anne thought of her son Mark, who was probably sitting before the computer, as he always did in the evenings, in the house just opposite Melanie's; at nineteen he still lived with her. Not that she minded it - he grew into a hunky boy after all. And the community they moved into was - so to speak - special. At first glance it was just an ordinary American suburb. In reality, it was a matriarchy of sorts, where - under the benevolent gaze of the community leader - people were allowed to engage in erotic pursuits forbidden by society at large. Among the more or less unusual fetishes were a few couples whom we might call taboo - mothers with sons, fathers with their grown-up daughters.

Anne couldn't help but wonder how in the world such a place could attract so many handsome people. She still had to spot among the residents someone with excess fat or other noticeable physical imperfections. This place was special, and its very atmosphere invited erotic experimentation.

The most amusing aspect of the situation was that Mark seemed to be completely oblivious to it. He was likewise oblivious to the glances he'd often get from the women while passing through the lanes of the suburb. As always, completely in his own world.

It wasn't after Anne found what websites Mark's been visiting that she realized he wasn't completely asexual. These ranged from MILFS to bondage sites to those devoted to - gasp! - oedipal incest. And in the sensual atmosphere of the community Anne realized that she fancied him, and that she did for some time now. She tried to attract his attention employing the more subtle measures, such as wearing provocative clothes and sending him subtle clues, but he was still oblivious.

It was Melanie who suggested the present solution. As it was under her tutelage that Anne discovered her passion for being dominated, she agreed to it, and the very thought of putting it in motion got her juices flowing.

Melanie was an eccentric, even by the community standards. Other than in the erotic pursuits she was interested in the fantastic and the occult. "This would make me the perfect villain, don't you think?", she suggested with a smirk.

A week prior to her staged "capture", Anne would suggest to Mark that something is not quite right with Melanie - and given her eccentric interests this seemed rather plausible. She'd drop hints that there were rumors of sounds or ceremonies conducted in her attic. When the appointed evening came, she put on the sexiest clothing she could find in her wardrobe - a sleeveless top that bared her midriff and a short skirt. It was not without satisfaction that she found Mark couldn't stop looking at her, and if she could read his mind she'd know that his imagination was already going mad at the sight, however the boy chastised himself for having unsavory thoughts. At eight o'clock off she went, promising to be back within half an hour.

The next part of the plan was to build anxiety and anticipation. They decided he'll become seriously worried in about two hours since her departure, which is when Melanie had Anne stripped of her sexy clothes and tied to the pole standing in her attic. The attic was also full of all kinds of occult paraphenalia, which is why it made a perfect scenery for her bondage session.

It was at fifty-fife past nine pm that Anne's mobile rang.

"It's Mark", Melanie beamed a kinky smile.

At this moment Anne thought - if her son only knew she was here, naked as the day she was born and tied up... She could barely conceal her excitement now.

"So, do we send him a picture of his mommy in bondage?", teased Melanie.

Anne moaned in excitement at the idea.

But that was not the plan.

*

"Hello?", Mark was almost relieved when SOMEBODY answered. But his relief was short-lived when he heard Melanie's voice.

"Hello Mark", she said, "What's up?"

The boy had a feeling she was mocking him.

"What?... Where's my mom?..."

"Oh, your mom was a little too nosy and had to pay a price for her nosiness. Don't worry though, she's at my place. If you want a clue as to her present state, go out to the porch".

Having said that, she hanged up.

"Shit", said Mark.

Upon arriving to the porch, he found a pile of neatly folded clothes - the ones he saw his mom go out in the evening. Plus, a pair of black panties and a strapless bra she was wearing underneath.

"Shit", he said once again.

He called once again. This time Melanie was quick to answer.

"Like what you see?", she said, "As good as she looked in those clothes I've to admit your mom looks even better without them."

"What did you... do to her?"

"Listen for yourself."

For a moment there was silence, and then he could hear his mom pleading.

"No", she moaned, in almost crying voice, "Please no. Please, stop it... Please... No!"

"If you want to find us, we're in the attic."

She hanged up again.

*

Mark rang at Melanie's door, but there was no answer. He pushed the doors and they opened.

The house seemed empty. Its decor reflected Melanie's eccentricity. With his heart beating fast, he went towards the attic, all the while trying to suppress the mental images that just kept coming - and that he found more and more exciting.

But no mental image could match what he's seen when he looked through the door. There stood his beautiful mom, completely naked, and in such an erotic pose (assumed as soon as she heard him coming) that he felt his growing erection spin out of control. And damn, she had such a beautiful body...

If Mark wasn't blinded by shock and excitement he'd notice that she wasn't gagged, which should have strike him as odd. But it didn't.

"Mark! Good, it's you. She went away for a moment... She's a terrible woman. Look what she did to me!"

At this point Mark saw his mom totally as a sexual object.

"Untie me, please..."

"Coming!", Mark said a little bit too loud.

"Too late!", Melanie showed up at the door, with a convincing-looking toy gun in her hand. Both were afraid if Mark will spot it's a fake; thankfully, he didn't.

"Melanie...", Mark whispered.

"Ok, young man, it was brave of you, but you lost. Now ", she pointed the gun at him - "Strip."

At this moment Anne felt dizzy with excitement. She was going to see his hunky son stripping.

"But..."

"Now!", Melanie's voice was stern.

Mark looked at his mom and she pretended to look away.

"I'm sorry, Mark", she whispered, faking her crying voice. She realized she made a good actress after all.

Mark started to strip slowly and reluctantly. Thankfully, he was facing Melanie, and not Anne, so that Anne could enjoy the view of his son taking off all but for socks and underpants.

"These two as well", Melanie's voice was cold.

"But..."

"Now!"

He discarded socks, and then ( with greater reluctance ) underpants, and stood naked before the woman.

"Oh shit", thought Anne.

And she knew what will come next.

*

"So, first your mom came snooping and I caught her, now you did", said Melanie.

The two captives have been retied, so that they now faced both the pole and each other. The pole was sturdy but thin enough for them to make physical contact Mark could feel his mother's shapely breasts against his chest, and she could occasionally feel his penis against her tight.

"This community was a perfect place for our cult to grow roots", said Melanie, "Oh, don't be ashamed, Mark. Fred and his mother Janice do it as well. As do a few other couples around the neighborhood. You'd never believe what's going on here at night. But then I've to call our leaders, and they will take care of you. You'll be whisked away when nobody finds you."

Melanie went downstairs, pretending to call the phone.

"Is it true?", asked Mark, "About Fred and Janice and..."

"Yes", whispered Anne.

The last part of the plan had Melanie tie Mark in such a way he could wriggle himself free while struggling. So that he could become a hero.

"I think I can wriggle free...", Mark suddenly realized. The knot came undone, apparently due to Mark's superior skill.

"Yes!", whispered Anne, "Untie me please... Before she gets back..."

Untying Anne was a piece of cake.

"Quickly...", she whispered, "Before she returns..."

"But we can't go out naked!", protested Mark.

"We have to, or something worse will happen!"

*

They reached the porch of their own home, naked as the day they was born. Once again, according to Anne and Melanie's wicked plan.

"You did great out there", whispered Anne, "You know..."

She grabbed his son and kissed him. At first he was astonished, then gave in.

*

Two weeks later...

Ann was out at the street, scurrying back home from the party that went a bit too wild. She was completely naked, but, even though it was almost midnight, thanks to the summer heat she could bear it. Although part of her mind was still occupied with preserving the reminders of her modesty (which she did with her arms), all she could really think about was to find herself again in her son's arms. Her sexual life really picked up after the staged "abduction", and their nights became filled with pleasure.

He was already at the door when she rang the bell.

"What was it this time?", he asked.

"Strip rock-paper-scissors", said Anne, "The instigator was this terrible lady from Japan..."

"Yakumi?"

"Yes, her. I had to serve food and drink for the remainders of this party, all the while Yakumi was looking at my exposed body with this lustful smile of hers. You'd probably like it.", she gave her son a kinky smile as she said it.

Anne took a deep breath, then leaned down to Mark. They tongue-kissed.

"Ok, young man. Strip naked and off to the bedroom. And there I'll tell you everything that happened to me during the party. Believe me, being a nude maid was the least embarassing part of the forfeit."