I promise no oversize dickeys, no double Ds and no ANAL or other pain--Just a touch of Bondage though.
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I am somewhat of a computer geek although my mother hasn't figured that out yet. Mother doesn't know it but I found her password list and being a nosy type I sometimes read her mail. I recently read a note from a woman named Donna thanking my mother for her compliment of a story Donna had written.
The following Saturday mom was gone all day. She was going to our lake house to do the spring cleaning. I wasn't invited. I was able to take the time to really explore her hard drive. Being already aware of Literotica it didn't take me too long to trace down the author and the story that the e-mail spoke of. It was titled "Horny Widow With A Sexy Son" by Donna19063.
The story details a widow, the mother of and 18 year old son who bonds his hands and feet then has her way with him, much to their mutual pleasure. Having read that which confirmed my opinion that she really is a sexual being I got even more nosy and began to nose about mom's private places. Under her lingerie I found a couple of videos and a realistic looking vibrating penis. Under her mattress I found a massager attached to a long cord. These findings sent me to my own bed to masturbate myself.
Now being 22 I am a bit older than the boy in the story but I long ago realized that my mother at 42 is a very sexy lady. I'd had experienced more than one erection as I observed something that I considered provocative. Like the woman in the story my dad had been dead awhile. As best I could tell if she was getting laid since then she was being pretty cagey about it.
I was living at home as it didn't make much sense not to do so. I was single, I worked about two miles from home and it was a large house. Mom paid the mortgage, I paid the taxes and utilities and maintained the yard etc. It was a very nice arrangement for us both.
Me? My name is Cliff. I'm just under six feet. I play a lot of tennis enthusiastically but by no means expertly. It does however keep my body in decent shape. Mom's tits share one thing with my dick. Neither are oversized but mom's tits are firm and nicely shaped and that expression (firm and nicely shaped) was once used to describe my dick too.
As I contemplated the story I began to get ideas. My mom seemed to be putting out a signal now and then mostly a bit of flashing. A quick flash of her upper thigh might be accompanied by a knowing smile or wink. Some of her garb seemed to get thinner and more revealing. Recently she was much more likely to come down to watch TV wearing something sheer and see thru then previously.
As I began to think about re-enacting the bondage scene one problem became apparent. Mom's bed had no tying points. Since her bed wasn't the best so I went shopping for a new one. I found a solid cherry four poster that matched the rest of her bedroom furniture better than the old one.
Better yet it was Mother's Day weekend when the delivery men showed up at the door and surprised her. They set it up and took away the old. Mom was surprised and happy as she made it up adding her favorite spread as a final touch.
About 10:00 PM Mothers Day Eve. I finished my shower and walking toward the stairs when I passed the open door of her bedroom. As I glanced in I noticed that there was only one dim light on. The covers were carefully folded back and mom was at her dressing table wearing a short white slip.
I recognized it as being my favorite thing for her to wear. It was thin, it fit her perfectly which of course made it revealing and of course it often caused a bulge in my pajama bottoms.
"Enter." She said. "I have a question. Which lipstick color do you think is the most sexy?"
As I came closer I noticed two thing. One, that she was fully made up and two that she was naked under the slip. "What's going on?" I thought to myself.
Out loud I said. "The deep red. When you wear that I sometimes consider forgetting that you are my mother and ...........Well anyhow, I think naughty thoughts."
"OK, deep red it is. Naughty thoughts are allowed. Acting upon them might be another story. But I do understand having naughty thoughts." At that moment she looked at the bulge in my bottoms and smiled."
I left and returned to my room. I discarded my grungy pajama bottoms in favor of a pair of tan silk with legs cut off above the knees. They were a gift from a former girlfriend who considered them quite sexy. I hurried downstairs and quickly mixed us Cointreau Martinis which have a reputation of lowering inhibitions.
I turned on the gas fireplace logs and dimmed the other lights. Mom came down shortly. She had replaced the slip with a silk robe which I quickly discerned covered only her naked body. This was beginning to become a very arousing meeting. She carried a video tape which she handed me as she sat and picked up a drink.
I looked for the film title on the box and found it blank. Ditto the tape itself. Mom said that her friend Dot had copied it for her saying that it was erotic but soft core. The film consisted of three short stories.
Story one was of a couples party which ended with two of the ladies alone who end up kissing and petting each other's naked body. Story two was of a male/female couple which end up with him tied to the bed and she doing various things to his willing body beginning with a feather duster routine. Story three was of a traveling sales lady in her hotel room. First she masturbates while taking a bath. Later she hears going's on in the next room. She ends up in a threesome with that couple.
None of the stories showed anything beyond naked upper bodies and kissing of lips and petting and kissing of those same upper bodies. However it was quite erotic to mom who was obviously turned on judging by her slightly glazed expression, her hard breathing and her fight to keep her hands under control.
Mom suddenly got up saying, "Past my bedtime." following which she kissed me with those deep red lips on my lips, softly and I thought longingly and with the briefest touch of her tongue. A moment later I heard her bedroom door close. By then I was at the bottom of the steps. I listened closely but did not hear the click of a lock.
My first temptation was to follow. My second was to wait then slip in there later hopefully catching her masturbating. After all many Lit incest tales start off with someone catching someone else masturbating.
Besides I needed to masturbate myself.
I sipped quietly up the stairs and into my bedroom. I jerked off fantasizing about mom in a bondage situation. That would tell me her true feelings. True outrage would mean, No! No! No! Being brought up to respect women I would of course stop. I would hope for a weak protest or no protest.
I came letting loose a big load. Just as I finished I realized that I had nothing for a make believe bond. Then I remembered being in the laundry room the previous day and seeing a rope like silk belt that went with a silk robe that was being discarded because bleach had spilled on it.
"Perfect." I thought to myself. "It's long enough to cut and make four ties." I slipped down to the laundry room and found the belt and yes it was long enough. I cut four lengths of silk and carried them quietly to my room. I then slipped out of my room and as quietly as possible went into the guest bedroom and standing on a chair looked thru the grate of the common air return between the two rooms.
