David knew he only had seconds. He acted quickly.
Back to his bedroom he went, making sure the light was out, door closed. He heard the cupboard door being closed, the rattle of the key in the lock. He heard his Mother come back across the landing and into her bedroom.
The young man now stealthily left his room and positioned himself at a keyhole for the second time that evening. There was his Mother back in her robe, the one who a few moments ago had been tied in self-bondage, getting herself off with a large vibrator. David knelt down as carefully as he could and peered in.
June dropped her robe and began to untie the black corset that she'd been wearing, her breasts, a pleasing, maternal size, spilled into view. For a moment, June looked back into the mirror and ran her hands over her breasts as she breathed in and out. Her eyes closed, she was still swooning from the effects of her climax. David dared not to breath, his erection stretched against his boxers.
The Mother blew out slowly and deeply and then bent over to pick up her robe. David drank in the sight of his Mother's shapely legs and arse framed only in her tan stockings as she fumbled with the robe.
She found the cupboard key and walked over to her bedroom wardrobe, opened it and picked up a navy blue court shoe that David recognised from an old work outfit. She dropped the key inside, replaced the heel and closed the wardrobe. She gathered up her robe and put it back on.
It was then June turned towards the bedroom door.
David only saw her turn, he knew she would be heading for the bathroom and so he went back to his room. He pulled his door closed and flopped down into the chair by his desk immediately. The lad couldn't take it anymore and immediately took out his cock to start masturbating. His mind became clouded with visions of his Mother's tied body, writhing in pleasure, saying his name, urging him to cum. When he did he imagine his cum splattering all over his Mother's tied naked body. He slept restlessly that night and in the morning thought immediately of the cupboard key.
The next morning he tried to behave as normally as he could do. By the time he got down to breakfast his mother was already dressed in her own version of fifties domestic perfection. She wore a dark blue skirt suit, but of course for breakfast, the apron was in place. For an awful moment David thought she was wearing the navy blue heels from her bedroom, meaning she would have rehidden the key. But no - it was a pair of matching blue strappy sandals with a one inch heel.
"Going out, Mum?"
June placed a milk jug carefully in front of her Son and David caught a glimpse of cleavage.
"Yes dear, have to visit Mrs Warren to discuss the OAPs Christmas party, it always comes around so fast!"
David still had trouble reconciling this woman with the woman in the fetish stilettos with the dildo buried in her pussy. He tried to concentrate on eating his cereal.
"And what about you? No college?"
"Revision day," the boy lied.
"Well make sure you actually do some, sweetie." June grinned at him and then removed her apron. She click-clacked on the kitchen tiles to him and kissed his forehead, her hand brushed his ear and he felt a sudden tingle in his loins. His whole body involuntarily stiffened.
"Alright, baby?"
"Sure, Mum, just the, um, thought of all that revision!"
"Well I have to go the shops first and then to Mrs Warren's coffee morning. Oh - can you hoover for me, please?"
"Sure!" replied David, but in truth he was waiting for the front door to close.
As June left, her Son tidied away the breakfast things. He was waiting, he didn't want to be caught, he wanted to be sure she'd gone. He showered first and took the opportunity to wank again. He didn't cum this time, he wanted to savour this feeling and as he dried off, his cock bobbed playfully in front of him.
He trod carefully into his Mother's bedroom. He'd been in plenty of times before, but never to the extent of going through her things. His first instinct was to go straight for the key, but instead he looked into her dresser. Familiar items of underwear were there, he dug inside. White cotton panties, some lacy panties, but nothing like the corset he had seen the night before. Frustrated he shut the door and went to the wardrobe.
David peered at his Mother's heel collection, arranged in neat pairs. He smiled, he did like that his Mother wore shoes like these. He then found the one he was looking for and expectantly turned it upside down. The cupboard key fell into his palm. He grasped it and left for the kitchen cupboard.
Meanwhile June was balancing a cup of coffee on a delicately crossed leg in Mrs Warren's delicately appointed living room. The estimable Mrs Warren was explaining about how there were increasing numbers of old people needing their charity dinner and that if they didn't die off soon, the charity may soon be bankrupt.
June was focusing on the coffee table.
Positioned in the centre of the room the table was about two feet off of the floor and about one and half feet wide. It was covered in recipe ideas, cups and a few magazines, but in June's mind it had taken on a different use.
The table was now in her living room and she was laying on top of it. She pictured herself in a tight, tiny French maid's outfit complete with black seamed stockings and her black, shiny fetish heels. She was laying on her front, breasts squashed against the table-top, her two wrists bound the bottoms of the front table legs, her arse and pussy pushed invitingly up in the air at the other end of the table. Her mouth was coated in bright red lipstick and was currently open with awe at the sight of her Son's naked body. David stood there, muscular and imperious, his cock erect, red and angry in front of her.
