Mom's Secret Fetish

(Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 16 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

“Mom!  I’m home!” Curt called as he came in the kitchen door, having just been dropped off by one of his friends.  He had just finished his afternoon baseball practice with his high school team and was still in his practice uniform to include his cleats, so he made sure to come in the back door.  He stopped in the door and took off his cleats, dropping them outside on the back porch, then closed the door and padded across the kitchen floor in his socks to get a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.   Then he walked out of the kitchen and through the house to find his mom, Shelly, and let her know he was home before he took his shower. 

He half expected to run into his younger sister, Penny, but apparently she either hadn’t gotten home from school yet or she was over at one of her friend’s houses, doing whatever it is that 16-year-old girls do.  He walked through the living room without finding his mom, then went down the hallway headed towards her room.  He had to pass by his father’s home office on the way, and when he did he saw out of the corner of his eye that his mom, Shelly, was at the computer, watching a video, her back to the door and a pair of ear buds in her ears.  He stopped at the door and stuck his head inside to call out to her.

“Hey, Mom I’m…holy shit!” Curt said as he saw what was on the video screen.

His mom was watching porn, but not just any porn.  She was watching bondage porn, the screen filled with the image of a woman tied up with her arms behind her back, lying face down on a bed while a big, strapping man with a cock the size of a telephone pole railed her from behind.

Curt stood there, frozen in place, without saying a word for several moments.  Then he ducked out of the doorway and walked quietly to his bedroom, closing the door behind him.  He was sure that his mom didn’t know he had seen her and what she was watching.  As he stripped out of his clothes and took a shower he couldn’t stop thinking about his mom sitting there watching a bondage video.  He’d seen a few of them in his 17 years, but he didn’t understand it at all.  He had no idea what either the man or the woman got out of it, but obviously his mom did.  If not she wouldn’t have been watching it on the computer, would she?  When he came out of his room after getting dressed he found his mom in the kitchen, sitting at the small table in the breakfast nook having a cup of coffee.

‘I’m surprised she’s not smoking a cigarette, too!’ he thought to himself, stifling a laugh.

“Hi, Mom,” he said as he came into the room, walking over to the refrigerator to get another bottle of water.

“Oh, hi, honey, I didn’t know you were home,” she said, a little nervously.

“I got home about half an hour ago,” he said, opening the bottle of water and taking a drink.  “I called out to you but I guess you didn’t hear me,” he said, sitting down at the table across from her.

“No, I guess not,” she said, wondering if he’d seen her watching porn on the computer.  A moment later her worst fears were realized.

“Mom, were you really watching bondage porn?” he asked, looking into her eyes.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spy or anything like that.  I just stuck my head into Dad’s office to let you know I was home and saw what you were watching on the computer.  You had headphones on so you didn’t hear me,” he said.

“That’s okay, honey,” she said, looking down at the coffee cup in her hands.  “You must think I’m a very bad person, huh?” she said, not looking up at him.

“No, no, not at all!” he said quickly, feeling guilty about making her feel bad.  He loved his mom more than anything in the world and would never even think about doing anything to hurt her feelings, and he was afraid he’d done just that.  He reached out and took her hand, holding on to it as he continued.

“Hell, everybody watches porn, Mom, and I mean everybody,” he said, trying to make her feel better.  “I was just a little surprised to see what kind of porn you were watching,” he said.

“Have you ever watched that kind of porn?” she asked, looking up at him, still a little nervous.

“Yeah, once or twice, maybe, but I just don’t get it,” he said, still holding her hand.

“You don’t get what, honey?” she asked.

“I don’t get what the big attraction is for either the one getting tied up or the one doing the tying up,” he said.  “I just don’t understand it at all,” he said.

“Well, let me see if I can explain it to you, then,” she said, letting go of his hand and clasping her hands on the table in front of her.  “The man – or whoever is applying the bondage – gets aroused by applying the bondage to his or her partner.  There’s something about the act of restraining another person that gets their endorphins flowing, and that increases their arousal,” she explained.

‘Boy, she really sounds like she knows what she’s talking about!  I wonder if she…nah, not her!  Not my mom!’ he thought to himself as she continued.

“The woman – or the person being restrained – gets aroused as well, the act of being restrained getting his or her endorphins flowing as well, also adding to his or her sexual arousal,” she said.

“And after that, after the person being restrained has been…restrained,” he said, smiling, “then what?  What happens next?” he asked, genuinely ignorant in this area.

“Well, usually after that, the two people engage in sex of one kind or another until one or both of them reach orgasm,” his mom explained, again sounding like she knew far more about this than she should.

“I see.  Huh,” he said, sitting back in his chair and thinking about what his mom had just explained to him.  After a moment he spoke again, looking over at her as he did.

“I understand what you’re saying, Mom, but I still don’t get it,” he said, taking a drink from his bottle of water.  “I still don’t understand why it’s arousing for either of the people involved,” he said.

“You’ve never tried it, then?” she asked, much calmer than before.

“Me?  No, I’ve never tried it.  Never thought about it, actually,” he said. 

“Maybe you should,” she said, her voice a little softer.  She hadn’t had a chance to cum herself after watching the video; just as she was getting ready to take care of that she heard his shower running and knew that he was home, so that prevented her from doing what she was going to do – namely, pull out “James,” her big ultrarealistic dildo, and use him to make herself cum.  She had a very high sex drive fueled by an overactive libido to begin with, and not being able to satisfy herself after watching the video had left her sex drive idling at high speed.  She was desperate to satisfy herself, and figured that maybe this was the way to do it.

If she could get him to go along with it, that is.

“Maybe I should what?  Think about it?” he asked.

“Maybe you should try it,” she said, her voice still soft as she looked him in the eyes.  The look of surprise on his face was to be expected, so she was ready for it when it came.

“Yeah, right!  With who, Mom?  I don’t know anybody who’s into that kind of thing, so just who would I try it with?” he asked, not expecting the answer he got.

“Me,” she said, looking him in the eyes.

“You?” he said, more than a little surprised at her answer.  “Sure, you watch the videos and all, but you don’t really do it, do you, Mom?” he asked, looking into her eyes as he waited for an answer.

“Mom?  Do you?” he asked again when she didn’t answer after a few moments.

“Yes, honey, I do,” she replied, her voice soft and even.  “Your father and I have been practicing bondage for some time now, and I must say that he’s quite good at it,” she said, a smile creeping over her face.

“No!  Dad?  You and Dad?  Bondage?  Really?” he said, astounded.

“Yes, honey, your father and I practice bondage together,” she said, smiling.

“And you want…me…you want me to try it…with you?” he asked, his voice lower now, a look of shock and surprise on his face.

“Yes, honey, I think you should try it, and I think you should try it with me,” she said. 

“But Mom, you’re my mom…” he said, still trying to take it all in.

“Who better to have your first bondage experience with than someone you know and love, someone you can trust to make sure it’s done right and, most importantly, not tell anyone else about it?” she asked, a sincere look on her face.  Curt looked at her for a moment before replying, and when he did reply he could hardly believe the words that came out of his mouth.

“Well, yeah, I guess you’ve got a point,” he said, nodding.  “After all, who better than you for all the reasons you said…right, Mom?” he asked, looking over at her.

“Right,” she said, nodding and smiling.  “So, honey, are you up for it?” she asked, looking him in the eyes.  Curt looked back for a few moments before replying, trying to make up his mind.

His mom was a hell of a good-looking woman, and more than once he’d caught himself staring at her, especially when they were at the beach and she was wearing a bikini.  Considering that she’d had two kids and was 40 years old Curt thought that she looked damned good.  She stood about 5’8” tall with short wavy black hair, and if Curt had to guess at her weight he would have guessed around 115, which in reality was only a few pounds off.  Her body was trim for a mother of two, with just a little bit of padding in all the right places, a holdover from when she had kids.

Another holdover that both he and his father loved was the size of her breasts.  Her breasts had gotten bigger by a full cup size when she was pregnant with Curt, going from a ‘C’ cup to a ‘D’ cup, but when she’d gotten pregnant with his sister Penny, her breasts had ballooned all the way up to an ‘F’ cup.  Sixteen years later she was still a ‘DD’ cup, bordering on an ‘E’ cup, something that Curt knew from sneaking a look at her bra in the dirty clothes hamper one day when he was curious about just how big his mom’s big tits were. 

So it didn’t take long at all for Curt to make his mind up whether or not to take his mom up on her offer.

“Yeah, I’m up for it,” he said, nodding and smiling.

“Good!” Shelly said, sitting back in her chair, thrusting her tits out at him without realizing it.

“So when are we gonna do this?” he asked, taking another drink out of his water bottle.

“How about now?  Your sister won’t be home for another couple of hours, and your father has to work late tonight, so we’ve got plenty of time if you want to try it now,” she said.

“Sounds good to me,” he replied, nodding again.

“Then follow me,” she said, getting up from her chair and turning to walk out of the kitchen.

As Curt got out of his chair and followed her out of the room, he noticed what she was wearing for the first time.  She was wearing a shiny gold sleeveless blouse that was fairly form-fitting and a pair of black Chinos that were very form-fitting, giving him an excellent view of her full, rounded ass as she walked in front of him.  He couldn’t see any visible panty lines, so she was either wearing a thong or not wearing panties at all.  Curt hoped for the latter, but he’d settle for a thong.  She led him to her bedroom, and he followed her in.  Once in the room he stopped at the foot of the bed while his mom went over to the closet and opened the folding doors.

“Is here okay?” he asked.

“That’s fine, honey,” she replied, looking back at him as she bent over to pick something up from the floor.  She came out with a black nylon bag, kind of like a range bag, then walked over to the bed and put the bag on the bed. 

“Your father’s bondage bag,” she said, smiling at him. 

“I see,” he said, looking at the bag and not knowing what else to say.  Shelly laughed a little at his response, then unzipped the bag and began taking out rolls of black leather straps of varying sizes, all of which had chrome buckles and were secured with a rubber band to keep them from unrolling.  She also pulled out a pair of wide black leather cuffs with two chrome buckles on each, linked together by a chrome snap link.  Then she pulled out a leather collar with two rings on it, one on each end.  He had absolutely no idea what the collar was for, but he was sure he’d find out shortly.

After Shelly finished taking the rolls of leather out of the bag she began taking off the rubber bands and unrolling them, folding them instead and laying them out on the bed.  All but two of the straps were two inches wide, with those two only being about an inch wide but very long, with a snap link on each end instead of a buckle.  There were 7 straps total; the two thin long ones and five others that were two inches wide and of varying lengths.  When Shelly had finished laying them out she stood in front of Curt and spoke, crossing her arms over her ample chest as she did.

“Okay, before we get started there’s a couple of things you need to know,” she said, looking him in the eyes as she spoke.  “First and foremost, the safe word – if I get uncomfortable, hurt, or if I think things are getting out of control, I’ll say the word ‘tabasco.’  If I say that word you are to stop whatever you are doing immediately with no questions asked.  Do you understand, Curt?” she asked.

“Yes, Mom, I understand,” he replied. 

“Okay, good.  Another thing – if you get uncomfortable with what’s going on, you can stop at any time.  Simply use the safe word, remove the straps, and walk away with no hard feelings,” she said.

“Good to know,” he said.

“Lastly, don’t worry about hurting me.  I’m an old hand at this, and I know just what you can and can’t do, how tight the straps can and can’t be, and where you can and can’t safely apply them.  Just listen to me, do as I tell you, and we’ll both enjoy the hell out of this.  Okay, honey?” she said, giving him a smile to set his mind at east.

“Okay, Mom,” he said, returning her smile.  He was excited and nervous as hell at the prospect of finally having sex with his mom, and was trying hard not to show it.

“It’s okay to be nervous, son,” she said, reaching out and running her hand along the side of his face.  “You’re about to have your first bondage experience that will culminate with you having sex with your mom, so of course you’re going to be nervous.  But it’s okay, honey, really it is.  Just relax, think of me as just another girl you’re going to fuck, and remember that you’re in charge.  Okay?” she said, her voice soft and soothing.

“Okay, Mom,” he said again.

“Good.  Now tell me to take my clothes off,” she said, dropping her arms to her sides and stepping back.

“What?” he replied, taken by surprise.

“This is usually done with me being naked, and you’re in charge, so tell me to take my clothes off,” she said, smiling at him.  He hesitated for just a moment before speaking.

“Take your clothes off,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, returning his smile.  She stepped out of her shoes and then quickly slipped out of her blouse, pulling it up and over her head to reveal the black lacy bra beneath, tossing the blouse on the bed.  Then she reached for the clasp between the huge cups of her bra, unfastening it and pulling the cups apart, slipping it from her shoulders and then tossing it on the bed with her shirt.

The sight of her big breasts took Curt’s breath away.  They were round and full, obviously heavy by the way they were swinging whenever she moved.  Her areolas were large and fairly dark with a big, prominent nipple in the center of each, two more holdovers from her pregnancies.  Curt could already feel his cock beginning to respond in his cargo shorts, the sight of her naked breasts waking up his sleeping cock.  Without pause Shelly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, quickly slipping them down over her hips, taking her thong panties with them.  As she stepped out of the pants Curt got his first look at her pussy; her pubic hair was thick but neatly trimmed, and her outer lips were shaven smooth.  She tossed her pants onto the bed with her shirt and bra, then turned to face him, completely naked.

“So what do you think?” she asked, turning around so that he could see all of her. 

“I think you’re the hottest, sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, that’s what I think!” he said, meaning it. 

“Thank you, son, I appreciate that!” she said, smiling at him.  “Pick up the strap on the end,” she said, pointing at the straps that were neatly laid out on the bed.  Curt did as she said, picking up the strap on the end and then turning to face her.  She turned around to face away from him, putting her arms behind her back so that her forearms were lying against each other.

“Now slip the strap between my back and my arms right at my wrist, then loop it around both arms and pull it tight, fastening the buckle when you’re done” she said, holding her arms in place.

“Which wrist?” he asked.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re going to do both of them anyway, so just pick one,” she said.  Curt slipped the strap between her arms and her back as she said, looping it over her arms at the wrist of her right arm, pulling it tight and then starting to buckle it.

“Tighter than that, honey,” she said, turning her head to the side so he could hear her.

“Tighter?” he asked, pausing.

“Yes, honey, tighter.  You won’t hurt me, so don’t worry about that,” she said.

“Like this?” he asked, pulling the strap tighter.

“A little more,” she said, and he pulled it even tighter.  “That’s good, honey, right there. Now fasten the buckle,” she said, a little breathlessly.  Her endorphins were beginning to flow already, the thought of having her own son bind her up and then fuck her getting her juices flowing early. 

“Now pick up the next strap and do the same to my other arm,” she said.  Curt picked up the next strap and repeated what he had just done on her left wrist, tightening the strap down to the same hole as the first one.

“Now do the same thing with the next one, only in the middle of my arms this time,” she said.  Curt picked up the strap and put it in place as he had done twice before, his mom moaning ever so slightly as he buckled it in place.

Suddenly Curt realized that putting the straps on his mom and tightening them up like he had done was giving him an erection.  He was almost half-hard, his cock shifting in his cargo shorts as it slowly grew.  Then his mom spoke again and snapped him out of his trance.

“Pick up the next strap in line and loop it around my body just above my elbows,” she said.  Curt did as she said, picking up the strap and then dropping it down in front of her, looping it around her body just above her elbows as she had said.  He slid the end of the strap through the buckle and pulled it tight, making sure that he didn’t pinch any of her skin in the buckle as he did.  He was just about to fasten the buckle when his mom spoke again.

“Tighter, honey,” she said.  “It needs to be a lot tighter than that.”

“Okay, Mom,” he said, pulling the strap tighter.

“Tighter,” she said when he stopped; he pulled on the strap again, pulling it tighter.  She staggered a little as she was pulled off-balance, quickly regaining her balance.

“Tighter, honey,” she said, gasping just a little.  “See the wear mark on the strap?” she asked.

“I see it,” he said, noting that the mark was two holes away from the one he was getting ready to use.

“That’s where your father always fastens the strap, so pull it tight until it’s at that mark,” she said.

“Okay, Mom,” he said, pulling harder on the strap and making it tighter.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned softly as her son tightened the strap around her.  Her own endorphins were kicking in, and she could feel her nipples getting hard and her pussy starting to get wet as her son fastened the strap in place.

“Pick up the next strap,” she said, pausing to catch her breath as the strap he’d just put in place was making it harder for her to breathe, “and loop it around me just below…my shoulders,” she said, gasping a little.  Curt picked up the strap and did as she said, automatically tightening the strap to the wear mark just as he had the first one.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” Shelly moaned as Curt tightened the strap around her, compressing her shoulders inward and making her big breasts jut out from her chest.

“Are you okay, Mom?” Curt asked, concerned.

“Yes, honey, I’m fine,” she said, a little breathlessly from the tightness of the straps around her.  “As long as I don’t say the safe word I’m okay, so don’t worry about that,” she said, gasping for breath.

“Okay, Mom, if you say so,” Curt said.

“Now put the collar on me, but don’t make this one tight,” she said.  “I do need to breathe, you know!” she said, smiling.  Curt picked up the collar and dropped it down in front of her and closed it around her neck, fastening the buckle at the wear marks again.  He noticed that the two chrome loops were on either side of her neck, but he still didn’t know what they were for.

“Perfect!” Shelly said, still facing away from him.

“What do I do next, Mom?” he asked, his cock getting harder and still growing.

“Squeeze my breasts, and squeeze them hard,” she said, taking him by surprise.  When he didn’t move she spoke again, urging him on.

“Squeeze my breasts, honey.  Grab them from behind, press your hard cock against my naked ass and squeeze my breasts as hard as you can!” she said, taking him by surprise by knowing that his cock was hard without having even seen it.  He did as she said, stepping up and pressing his hard cock against her ass as he reached around and grabbed her breasts.  He squeezed them hard, as hard as he could, and he could feel her hard nipples pressing into his palms as he did.

“OH, YESSSSSSSSS!” Shelly moaned, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back against him, pushing her ass back against him as he continued squeezing her big breasts in his hands.  “That’s it, honey, that’s it!  Squeeze my big tits hard, squeeze them really hard!” she said, moaning when he did. 

Her big breasts were heavy and full in his hands, the feelings making his cock swell to full length as he pushed it up against her.  For the first time he could smell the aroma of her musk in the air, his first clue as to just how turned on she was.

‘I guess her endorphins are flowing, too!’ he thought to himself as he squeezed his mom’s big tits in his hands, pulling on the nipples and making her moan.  Suddenly she spun around to face him, pulling her big tits out of his hands as she did.  Her eyes were hooded with desire, the fires of lust burning brightly, and her voice was a husky whisper when she spoke.

“I need your cock in my mouth!” she said, taking him by surprise.  She surprised him again when she dropped down to her knees in front of him, swaying a little as she was unable to keep her balance with her arms bound behind her back as they were.  She looked up at him with desperation in her eyes as she spoke again.

“Feed me your cock, son!  Pull your hard cock out and feed it to me!” she said, her eyes sparkling.  “I need to suck on your cock so bad!  Give it to me, honey, give it to me, please!” she begged, looking down at the lump in his shorts briefly before looking up at him again.

Without a word he reached down and unzipped his shorts, then pulled his cock out.  He was rock-hard and throbbing, aching to have her mouth around it, and it showed.

“Oh, my, you’re bigger than your father!” Shelly said, gasping a little.  “Let’s see if you taste as good as he does!” she said.  She immediately opened her mouth and dove down onto his cock, taking half of it in her mouth on the first try.  She closed her lips around the hard shaft and sucked hard, sliding her mouth quickly up and down on his cock, the room filled with the slurping noises she was making.  She worked more and more of his hard cock into her mouth until she had all but the last half-inch, pushing her mouth down and holding it there for a moment before sliding her mouth back up to the head and sucking on him again.

Curt watched as his mom sucked his cock like a woman possessed, her mouth sliding quickly up and down on the hard shaft.  She was sucking as hard as she could, running her tongue along the underside as she did, moaning as she moved her mouth up and down on his shaft.  She did this for at least two minutes, then slipped his cock from her mouth to speak.

“Face fuck me, honey,” she gasped, looking up at him with watery eyes.  “Grab my head in your hands and face fuck me!” she said, diving back down onto his cock after she finished speaking.

Curt knew what face fucking was and how to do it, so he did as she asked.  He reached down and grabbed her head in both hands, then began moving her head up and down on his cock, sliding her mouth up and down with it.  He did it as hard and as fast as he thought she wanted him to, and when he released her head from his hands a minute later she verified that he was right.

“Perfect!” she gasped, panting for breath as she smiled up at him.  “That was perfect, honey!  Do it again just like that!” she said, diving down onto his cock again.  He grabbed her head again and face fucked her as she wanted, a little harder and faster this time, his own sexual arousal increasing by the moment.

He was surprised to find that he really liked what they were doing, more than he expected.  The feeling of power he had by first binding her up and then face fucking her excited him to no end, and he could feel his cock throbbing in his mom’s mouth as he slid her mouth up and down on it by shoving her head up and down.  By the way she was moaning he could tell that she loved it as much as he did, and when he let go of her head again she surprised him with what she said next.

“Oh, my God, that’s good!” she said, panting as she strained against the straps binding her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.  “But I need you to fuck me now, honey!  My pussy is on fire and I need to cum so badly that I just can’t stand it!” she said. 

“How do you want me to do it?” he asked.

“Help me stand up,” she said; he reached down and grabbed her by the upper arms and helped her to her feet.  She turned to face the bed, then turned her head towards him to speak.

“Push me down onto the bed!” she said.  He put his hand in the middle of her back and pushed, making her fall forward onto the bed.

“Now put one of those cuffs on each of my ankles,” she said.  Curt picked up the cuffs and put them on as she said, strapping them on snug but not tight.

“Take those two long straps and attach one end to the ring on the sides of my collar, then attach the other end to the cuffs,” she said. 

“Now I get it!” he said, finally understanding what the long straps and the rings on the collar were for.  He snapped one end of a strap to her collar, then snapped the other end to the cuff on her ankle that she was holding up for him.  He did the same with the other strap only on the other side, and when he was done he saw that she had to hold her feet up or get choked by the collar.

“Pull me down until my hips are right at the edge of the mattress,” she said.  Curt grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down as she said.

“Now get out of those clothes, shove that hard dick into my pussy and fuck me!” she said.

Curt quickly stripped out of his clothes, tossing them onto the floor, then moved into position between his mom’s legs, spreading them apart as he did.  He grasped his throbbing cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down between her swollen outer lips, already wet and glistening with her juices.  Then he put the head against her opening and pushed, his cock sliding easily into her tight, wet tunnel.

“AAHHHHHHH, YESSSSS!” she moaned as Curt’s cock slid inside her.  “All the way, honey, push it all the way in!  AHHHHHHHH!” she moaned again as Curt pushed for a second time, pushing his cock all the way into her until his balls were resting against her pussy.

“Now fuck me, honey, fuck me hard and fast!” she said, gasping for breath.  “And don’t worry about hurting me because you won’t!  Now fuck me!” she said insistently.

Without a word Curt began fucking his mom as she demanded, driving his cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy in hard, long, deep and fast strokes.   She moaned loudly as he fucked her, the room filled with the squishy sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy.

“Oh, my God, yes!  Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Shelly moaned as he fucked her.  She could feel his balls slapping against her clit, and it wasn’t long before she felt her orgasm starting to build.

Curt’s excitement was growing as well.  He had long dreamed of fucking his mom, wondering what it would be like, and now that he was actually doing it, now that his cock was actually sliding in and out of her wet pussy, it was all he could do to keep from blowing his load.  He wanted desperately to cum inside her, but he didn’t want it to be over so fast.  But from the way his mom was making him fuck her, he knew that his willpower was going to run out very soon and he’d be filling her up with his cum before he knew it.

Shelly’s own orgasm was building quickly, rolling towards her like a runaway freight train, and she knew that it was going to hit hard.  She moaned as she felt it building quickly, and when she was right on the edge she warned her son of what was about to happen.

“I’m gonna cum, honey, I’m gonna cum!” she gasped as he pounded his cock in and out of her over and over again.  It only took a few more strokes for her to reach the breaking point, and then her orgasm hit just as hard as she thought it would.

“OH MY GOD!  AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!” she screamed as her orgasm hit, exploding inside her pussy like a nuclear bomb, the waves of pleasure crashing through her body and making it shake like a leaf.  Curt kept on stroking his cock in and out of her as she came, his own orgasm right on the edge, and a few moments later he came as well.

“NNNGGGHHHHHH!” he grunted loudly through clenched teeth as his orgasm hit, his cock exploding inside his mom’s pussy like a volcano, shooting hot, thick streams of cum deep inside her tight, wet pussy.  He groaned again, his toes curling from the intensity of his orgasm, pushing harder to shove his cock deeper into her as his balls emptied themselves.  He shoved forward and held it there, his balls resting against her pussy, his cock pumping and throbbing as it shot stream after stream of cum into her wet pussy.

Shelly felt his cock throbbing inside her, and it only made her cum harder.  Just when she thought she was going to pass out from the intensity of her orgasm it began to subside, fading away almost as quickly as it had arrived, leaving her gasping and panting for breath as she strained against the straps wound tightly around her.

“OHHHHHH, my God!” she moaned, feeling the pulsing of her son’s cock inside her begin to slow as his orgasm ran its course.  When it was over it left him gasping for breath as well, standing behind her with his hands on her hips and his cock buried inside her pussy that was full of his cum.  They stayed like that for at least a full minute, both of them trying to recover from two of the most intense orgasms they’d ever had, with Shelly being the one to speak first.

“Oh, my God, that was good!” she said, smiling as she panted for breath, her arms still bound tightly behind her.  “You came so hard!  I can feel your cum filling me up!” she said, grinning.

“Holy shit, that was intense!” he said, looking down at his mom, bound up and lying on the bed in front of him, her pussy full of his cock and cum.  “I’ve never felt anything like that before!” he said.  He felt his cock slowly start to go soft, and he knew that he was going to have to pull out of her very shortly.

“Well, if I have anything to say about it, this won’t be the only time you’re going to feel this!” she said, still grinning.  “We are most definitely going to do this again, and soon!” she said.

“Really, Mom?” he said, pleasantly surprised.  “You mean that?”

“Of course I mean it, honey!  You just gave me one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, and you are a natural at bondage, just like your father was!” she said.

“Wow!  Thank you, Mom!” he said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Right now I think you need to pull out and then turn me loose, honey,” she said.  “I can only hold your cum inside me for so long, and then I’m going to make one hell of a mess all over the bedspread,” she said.

“Oh, yeah, right,” Curt said.  He stepped back and slipped his cock out of his mom’s pussy, watching it clamp shut when he did.

“Now take the straps off, please, honey, starting with the ankle cuffs,” she said.  Curt did as she asked, unhooking the straps from the ankle cuffs and then from the collar.  Then he unfastened the rest of the straps as she lay on the bed, and when the last strap fell free Shelly rolled over onto her back, her big breast splaying out on her chest.  She propped herself up on her elbows, her legs hanging down from the side of the bed as she looked up at him and smiled.

“Are you okay, Mom?” he asked.

“Never better!” she replied, her eyes sparkling.  Then she sat all the way up and got up from the bed, working her arms as she did to work some of the soreness out of them. 

“I’m going to go clean up real quick, honey.  You go do the same and meet me back here when you’re done, okay?” she said, putting her hand on his upper arm as she spoke.

“Okay, Mom,” he said.  She kissed him on the cheek, her big breasts pressing into his chest for just a moment, then went into her bathroom to clean up.  Curt picked up his clothes and went into the main bathroom to do the same, and when he returned fully dressed to her room a few minutes later she was already there, dressed and rolling the straps up to store them away until next time.

“Here, let me help you with that,” he said, picking up one of the straps and beginning to roll it up.

“Why, thank you, honey!” she said, smiling at him.  It only took them a few minutes to get everything rolled up and back in the bag, after which his mom put the bag back in the closet.

“I don’t know about you, but I could sure use a cup of coffee,” she said, turning to look at him.

“Yeah, I could use a soda right about now,” he replied. 

“Then let’s go!” she said, hooking her arm through his and leading him out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.  Once there she made herself a cup of coffee while Curt got a soda out of the refrigerator, sitting down at the table to wait for his mom.  When she got there she took a couple of sips of her coffee before speaking.

“So, what did you think?” she asked, grinning at him.  “From what I saw, you really enjoyed yourself!” she said.

“I have to admit, it was a lot more exciting than I thought it would be,” he said, taking a drink from his can of soda.  “And now I get it.  Now I understand what it’s all about, what it is that excites people and makes them want to do it,” he said.

“Makes you want to do it again, doesn’t it?” she asked, a sly smile on her face.

“Yeah, it does,” he said, returning her sly smile.

“Well, anytime you want to do that with me, all you have to do is ask,” she said.  Then she reached out and took his hand as she spoke again.

“But you can’t ever tell anyone about this, Curt, and I mean it.  You can’t tell anyone about this, no matter what,” she said, her voice serious. 

“I know, Mom,” he replied, holding her hand in return.  “The last thing I want to do is get you in trouble, and I know what kind of trouble it would cause if anyone were to find out about this.  So no, I’ll never tell anyone about this, ever,” he said, looking her in the eyes as he spoke.

“Thank you, honey,” she said, kissing the back of his hand.  “I knew you’d understand.  You may be a babe in the woods when it comes to some things, but in other ways you’re a very mature young man, and I’m proud of you,” she said, smiling over at him.

“Thanks, Mom,” he said, returning her smile.  “I only have one question, though,” he said.

“What’s that, honey?” Shelly said.

“When can we do it again?” he asked, grinning.

“My goodness, I think I’ve created a monster!” she said, laughing.  When they stopped laughing Curt spoke again.

“Seriously, Mom, when can we do it again?” he asked.

“Well, I’m going to be a little sore tomorrow – I always am after a bondage session like that – so I think that we’ll be able to do it again in, say, two days, three at the most,” she said.  “How does that sound?” she asked.

“Sounds good to me,” he replied, meaning it.

“In the meantime, what would you say to us having regular, old, conventional sex?” she asked, her smile getting bigger.

“I’d say name the time and the place, and I’m there!” he said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, tomorrow is Saturday, and your father will be out with his buddies for most of the day, and your sister will most likely be out with her friends.  So how about tomorrow morning at ten AM in your room?  Is that okay?” she asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

“It’s more than okay, it’s perfect!” he said, still grinning.

“Then it’s a date!” Shelly said, getting up from the table.  “Right now I have to get dinner started, so let me get to it,” she said, walking over to the sink to rinse out her coffee cup before putting it in the dishwasher. 

“Need any help, Mom?” he asked, also getting up.

“No, honey, I’m fine,” she said, turning to him and smiling as she leaned back against the counter.  “You go rest up, because tomorrow morning I’m going to fuck you as hard as you just fucked me, if not harder!” she said, a big smile on her face.

“Promise?” he said, returning her smile.

“Promise!” she said, still smiling. 

And the next morning at ten AM, she kept her promise.

Fini.