Jenni felt her son, Peter's, eyes travel up and down her sexy 42 year old body, like a pair of laser scanners. He made no secret of the fact that he was sexually attracted to her, even though she was his mother. In the beginning, she dismissed it as a phase he was going through.
Peter was 22 years old and Jenni attributed her son's attentions to an over active sex drive, making him horny enough to be excited by any woman he saw. When she was in the kitchen, making breakfast, he would walk up behind her and kiss her, ever so lightly, on the back of her neck. When they were sitting next to each other, in the family room, watching their big screen television, he would reach over and, ever so lightly, caress her bare thighs.
She pushed his hands away. He was fully erect, there was absolutely no denying it.
Jenni felt as if there was a spotlight on her, showing off every detail of her appearance, to her Son. Jenni was 5 feet, 4 inches tall, she had beautiful brown eyes, and her tight, toned, skin was lighty tanned. Her long hair was jet black with just a single streak of gray that somehow made her even more sexy. She weighed 110 pounds and kept toned and fit with daily workouts on her home gym machine. She was well endowed with 34-C breasts and a 24 inch waist. Her legs were smooth and sexy thanks to weekly trips to dance clubs with her Son.
Jenni was stunned by the realization that perhaps she had been going through all the trouble of making herself physically fit and sexy for her Peter, her son! She looked him over with a new perspective. He was 5 feet 7 inches tall, not much taller than her but he was packed with muscle, thanks to his daily workouts on his home gym machine. He had black hair, blue eyes, and a handsome face that she sometimes, secretly, dreamed about. He had a bulging chest, strong muscular arms, and a "six-pack" stomach.
It suddenly occured to Jenni that Peter could easily rape her, if he chose too. She felt a curious, mixture of emotions; fear, and arousal. Where should she go from here?
Jenni became a little self conscious. She was wearing a black bikini top from an old bathing suit that suddenly felt too small for her. She had on a pair of cut off, blue jean, short-shorts that just barely covered her ass and put her sexy thighs on display.
Jenni, against her better judgement, took notice of what Peter was wearing, which was just a pair of black running shorts that did nothing to hide the hard on that was pushing against his shorts. His muscular legs were on full display for her. She began to realize that she was a single mother, with sexual fantasies and desires that had gone unfullfilled for years, ever since her husband had left her for his 20 year old secretary. It was such a cliche. It made her laugh and cry, both at the same time.
Jenni wiped her eyes and shook her head, in an effort to regain her composure.
Her son talked her into fantasy role playing. His favorite role was playing the part of her "kidnapper".
When Jenni agreed to be the "sexy kidnap victim" it usuallly involved her changing into a pair of super tight, super short shorts, high heels, and a too-tight halter top.
Jenni would walk around the house, pretending not to know that her son was hiding in there somewhere and would pounce on her at any moment. For some reason, Peter's favorite place to "attack" his mother was in the kitchen. She sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through social media on her cell phone.
After a few minutes of scrolling, Peter made his move. Jenni felt her son's hand clamp down, tightly, over her mouth. She tried to scream but his hand sealed her soft, pretty mouth closed and kept her from making a sound.
With his other hand, Peter handcuffed Jenni's hands behind her back. Once his mother was handcuffed and helpless, he took his hand off her mouth and warned her that he would "strangle" her if she screamed. Then he "forced" her to make an imaginary phone call to arrange for "ransom" to be paid.
At that point, Peter would seem to forget all about the "kidnapping" game and just slowly, sensuously run his hands along his mothers sexy, tanned thighs. She could easily see her son's massive erection under his sweatpants. Jenni herself found herself getting more and more aroused every time they played this "kidnapping game".
Peter would usually keep Jenni bound in the kitchen for about an hour or so. Many times, he would keep his hand over her mouth, the whole time. She knew that occasionally, he would masturbate with his other hand.
Jenni wondered what people would think if they knew her son got off on putting his hand over her mouth, fondling her legs, and jerking off, all under the guise of a "kidnapping" role play game. She found herself looking forward to these games more and more, herself. Eventually, she started suggesting other games to her son, all of which involved her getting tied and gagged by her son.
