Jerry had stopped by his moms’ house that evening, and they were sitting on the sofa watching TV. In the cop show they were watching a woman had just been bounded and gagged.
“Umm … that could be fun,” he mom remarked.
“Being tied up,” she said simply.
Jerry was surprised.
“Well, just for fun,” she clarified. “Not in real life. Not like that.”
“Oh,” said Jerry, still surprised.
“If it was just playful … then it would be fun,” she said. “You know … struggling and pretending.”
“Maybe you should get your boyfriend to tie you up,” Jerry suggested. His mom was divorced and she was dating and did have a boyfriend.
His mom responded with a dubious look. “I don’t Know. To do something like that, it would have to be with someone that you trusted. Really trusted. I’m not too sure if I could trust him.”
Jerry knew what she meant, of course. He laughed. “Do you want me to tie you up?”
Now his mom looked somewhat embarrassed. “I don’t know about that, either.”
They continued to watch the show.
It was a week later when Jerry stopped by his mom’s house in the early afternoon. She had called and invited him for dinner, and when he arrived she had just gotten back from the supermarket and was unpacking things on the kitchen counter.
“Look what I got,” she said and from a plastic bag produced several lengths of soft white cord, holding them up and dangling them. For a moment Jerry did not understand. Then with a playful grin she said, “If you feel like tying up your mother.”
Jerry grinned, too. “Well … it’s okay with me.”
They both laughed.
She handed Jerry the cord and sat on one of the straight back kitchen chairs, kicking her shoes off and wiggling her bare toes, and her son proceeded to secured her hands behind the chair back and then roped her ankles together, doing so tightly, but not uncomfortably tight.
“How’s that?” he asked, standing back and looking at his mother securely tied up.
She struggled against the restraints.
“Ooo …Oooo … “ she playful cooed.
“I guess now that you’re all tied up, I had better finish unpacking the groceries,” Jerry said. He started to do so, leaving his mom helpless to do anything but to sit there being tied to the chair.
He left her sitting there for the next twenty minutes until he finished.
“Well … had enough?” he teased.
“Yes. I think so,” she answered. She grinned some more. “For right now.”
Jerry undid her arms and legs, coiling up the cord, finding the whole thing quite amusing.
That following week when Jerry stopped by one morning, his mom had a kind of playful smirk on her attractive face. “Do you want to tie me up again?” she asked somewhat shyly.
“Oh. So you enjoyed it?” Jerry teased his mom.
“A little,” she confessed. “It was fun.’
They smiled at one another. The two of them had always been close and had gotten along very well, and it was pretty neat to be able to share something a little more personal and private like this.
“Okay,’ he said agreeably.
“Only, it’s kind of uncomfortable being tied to that chair. Maybe the bed would be better,” she suggested, adding, “there’s lots of cord.”
Jerry followed her upstairs to her bedroom. His mom climbed up on the bed and stretched out onto her back, arranging her arms upward and her legs slightly apart. Jerry proceeded to use the soft cording effectively, securing her wrists and then her ankles, and the ends of the cord to the bed frame.
“Oh, my!” she laughed as she pulled on the restraints, testing them.
“Now,” Jerry joked, “I have you at my mercy!”
“Oh, no!” she exclaimed good-naturedly. “Not that! Not that!”
Jerry did something of a mischievous grin. “You rally are at my mercy. I can do whatever I want.”
“Like what?” she shot back.
“I don’t know,” he said. He looked down at her. “I could undo your shirt.”
“My shirt?” she gave him a playful smirk.
“Uh-huh.” Jerry sat on the edge of the bed and slowly started to unbutton his mom’s shirt from the top.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide as he finished undoing all of the buttons, exposing the upward points of her white bra. Mockingly she struggled against the cording, but to no avail.
“No,” he teased further, “what about that bra?”
“My bra?” His mom gasped just a little, looking as if unsure just how serious he was being.
Very leisurely Jerry pulled down the cups of the bra, exposing his mom’s bare breasts and cherry pink nipples.
She definitely gasped this time as she found her bare breasts being revealed.
“Oh, Jerry!” she said.
He continued to grin. “Well, that’s the fun of being tie up … you can’t do anything.”
“But seeing your mom’s breasts!” she countered. “That’s taking advantage.”
“But you do have nice breasts,” he complimented. He had never seen his mom’s breasts before, and he was quite admiring of her mammary assets.
“Well, I’m glad you think so,” she retorted.
“Very nice nipples.”
Jerry leaned over and touched his lips to her left nipple, kissing it and then gently sucking on it, bringing its thick, blunt extension to an erect point. He repeated this on her right nipple.
“Ohhh …” she sighed with a derived pleasure which she could not deny, and offered no objection as she felt his hand then lightly fondling the smooth and soft, pliant substance both breasts. “That’s so unfair. You’re going to get me all turned on.”
“Well …” Jerry said carelessly. “I could always take care of that for you.”
“Oh!” her eyes went wide again. “You don’t mean …”
“I could just pull down your pants and …” He did a tickling gesture with his index finger.
She stared at him opened mouthed.
“Or I could get down there and lick your clit.”
“Jerry!” she said and swallowed.
“I thought that I would be doing you a favor,” he laughed. “After all … you’re the one who’s getting all turned on, and you’re all tied up and can’t do anything about it.”He shrugged. “Or I could just keep playing with your tits and making it even worse.” He licked his lips. “Or maybe I could just slowly tease your clit and never let you come. I could do that for a whole hour or more.”
“You wouldn’t do that to your own mother?” she questioned.
“What?” he laughed. “Pull your pants down and play with your clit … of make you so horny that you can’t stand it?”
“Well … both,” she stammered. “But mostly the last one! That would torture!”
Jerry was only too aware of the erection that he had, and just how stiff it was.
“Or I could pull down my pants and make you suck my dick.”
“I could also bite it!” she said.
“Ah … not if you don’t want to be tortured.”
His mom swallowed again.
“Maybe being tied up is not as much fun as you thought,” Jerry taunted.
“It’s fun. But with my own son … I mean … maybe that could be taking things too far.”
Jerry leaned over and sucked on her nipples in turn, doing it quite forcefully, and them he licked them repeatedly before pulling back.”Or I could just leave you ties to the bed for an hour or two and let you think about it,” he said simply.
“I would rather that you just had your way with me,” she said almost breathlessly. “At least that would be pleasurable … and far more preferable than being tortured.”
“Are you sure?” he questioned with a teasing grin on his face. “I mean … doing something like that with your own son?”
“Well, I know that mothers and son do things like that together,” she said. “It’s just that … well, we never have.”
“Okay. Maybe we shouldn’t. I’ll see you in an hour or two.” Jerry stood up from the bed.
“All right. All right,” his mom gave in.
Jerry smiled as he took down his mother pants and then her panties, revealing the sandy curls of pubic hair that grew rampant across her mound, dipping down along either side the thick folds and dividing cleavage. Very carefully and purposefully he slid his finger into the folds to find her extended clitoris and he began to rub it it circles.
“Ohhh …” his mom breathed and closed her eyes.
Jerry was so intrigued to actually be stimulating his mom’s female organ, seeing its pink elongated shape thrusting up and out, begging to be stimulated. He let the tip of his finger slip down and into her wet vaginal opening and he pushed inward a little. With his finger now thoroughly slick and lubricated, he returned to rubbing her enlarged clit. She moaned some more, and limply pulled against the binding cords. Her effort was just symbolic, as she now desperately needed to finish and to climax.
As she lay there helpless, she found it thrilling to be doing this with her son. When she had first mentioned the subject of being tied up, and then when he had actually bound her to the chair in the kitchen, she had not dared dream that she could actually enjoy such pleasures with her own son. And now … and now here she was with her tits bared and his hand between her legs, and she was doing just that.
Her son’s touch was very, very effective. She felt her clitoris throbbing more and more, doing unrelentingly. It was like electricity. She gasped and choked and was having an orgasm.
Jerry continued to stimulate her, ensuring her climax. It was along and unrelenting one that made her arch her back and cry out.
“Ahhhh!!! Ahhhh!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!!”
Finally she was finished and she collapsed limply onto the bed.
Jerry was smiling at the sight of his sexually exhausted mother.
Slowly she opened her eyes.
“Oh, honey …” she breathed. “If you do this again … your going to have to fuck me.”
“You know,” Jerry said as he stood and started to open his pants, exposing his stiff rd erection, “That's just what I’m going to do right now.”
His mom smiled.