Chapter 2

It had been a week since the last game, Mum had said nothing about it, we all knew, well, me, my mother and Scott that my mother liked being tied, and we all knew that we, Scott, and I liked tying her. We had all come to the understanding between us that we knew, but just didn’t talk about it, my mother had given us a few hints, dropping little things into the conversation like “We can’t tell anyone about our games, people wouldn’t understand, and it could end badly” that sort of thing.

We played a normal game of spies that Friday, Kevin was the chief spy catcher, so we followed his lead, we never pushed any type of boundaries when my brother played, neither myself nor Scott wanted my mother to freak out and lose the plot, we were both certain that would be the end of all the games, permanently. We still enjoyed them though, tying my mother was an incredibly erotic experience for both me and Scott, and my mother, if her nipples poking through her top, or on occasion, when they glimpsed her underwear, which generally had a wet spot on them, were anything to go by!

On a positive note, Scott informed me that he had made some progress with his brother James, and they had played a couple of tie up games under the guise of cops and robbers with their mother, Beth, he had used a fair bit of nudging and guiding James so their mother thought it was James’ idea, and the few times they had tied her, they had not gagged her, had only blindfolded her once, and certainly not used very tight ties, she was always pretty much capable of getting out of them, he and his brother James had tied her very loosely to give her a bit of confidence about playing, and reassurance that it was very innocent.

During the week after, I worried that we might not get a tie up game because my mother had asked me to break up a load of garden rubbish, bits of wood, a few branches, some weeds and stuff she had sorted out and put it all in black sacks so we could get rid of it, but I had forgot, and I was being a bit lazy, so it wasn’t at the top of my list of things to do. I explained this to Scott while having a moan, he just called me a prick, and suggested I just took a couple of hours and do it, it wouldn’t take more than two or three hours.

Anyway, another few Fridays passed, nothing out of the ordinary, the usual games, and then at the end of the month, I was forced to go my dad’s with Kev, I hadn’t seen him in a while, he picked us up straight from school on Friday afternoon.

He had married again a couple of years after him and mum split, she was a nice woman, very chatty, always had cakes and biscuits in for us when we came over. We were to stay until Sunday night, when dad would drop us back home, ready for school on Monday. I had protested, but to no avail, mum wasn’t having any of it, and I knew she was probably right.

We had an enjoyable time, we went into town, and he bought me and Kev some clothes, he bought me a video game that I wanted, an eighteen rated, so that was a bonus, with the instructions that I don’t tell mum! Overall, it was good, and I did think to myself that I ought to go more often.

When we got home, mum was a little quiet, but cheery, she wandered around for a little while smiling, she seemed to be happy amongst her own thoughts.

“How was it?” she enquired.

“It was good” I replied, watching Kev drop his bag on the floor and then run straight upstairs to his room.

“How was your weekend?” I asked, mainly out of courtesy really.

“It was good, by the way, Scott and his cousin, Paul, is it? stopped by and cleared the rubbish you were meant to clear weeks ago” she said, “Scott said you asked them to come over because you were going to do it this weekend, but I forced you to go to your dad’s?”.

“Ah, ok, yeah” I tried to stammer, secretly thanking Scott for helping me out there.

“Thanks, hun, I really do appreciate it, and I know you would have done it, had I not told you to go to your fathers,” anyway, that shows good leadership qualities doesn’t it?” she said laughing, “Getting your friends to do your work,” again laughing.

She gave me a hug, and then went into the kitchen to start cleaning up.

I had met Paul a couple of times, he was Scott’s cousin, he was a couple of years older than us, so around sixteen, he seemed alright, laid back, same as Scott.

I ran upstairs, unpacked, and put the dirty washing in the laundry basket. I rang Scott as soon as I had done it.

“Thanks mate!” I said, you got me out of a hole there, getting rid of all that rubbish from the garden.

“No problem,” he replied, laughing, “I knew you wouldn’t do it, you’re a lazy fucker” he stated, again laughing.

“There is one thing though mate” he said, a little quieter as he stopped laughing.

“Oh, what?” I questioned.

“Well mate, after we cleared up all the rubbish, your mum wanted to give us some money, which we turned down, then see asked if we wanted anything to eat or drink, trying to give us something for all the work.”

“Ok,” I said, not really knowing where he was going, and also wondering why he was turning down money?”.

“Well,” he continued, “I suggested that we would like to play a game”. He paused, silence from both of us.

“Did she say yes?” I asked.

“Yeah, it was fucking awesome mate.”

“Ok, look, I’m not pissed or anything, I like the games, I’m a bit fucked off you played without me, but I don’t blame you” I said, starting to laugh.

“That’s good then, I thought you might beat the shit out of me” he said, pissing himself laughing now.

“So how far did it go? What game did you play, how was it?”

“Look mate, I think it’s really best if we wait until I see you, it would better in person.”

“Fair enough” I replied.

We continued to chat about shit really, he was extremely interested and excited that I had been bought the new game we were both after, and he was deeply gutted he wasn’t going to get to play it until he came round next.

Mum came into my room to put some clothes on my bed for me to put away.

“You didn’t tell me you played a game with Scott and Paul” I said, a slight grin on my face.

She squirmed a little, barely noticeable, but I saw it, “Well, no” she replied, “I didn’t think it was important, they cleared garden, and then asked if they could play a game, I didn’t think it was a big issue.”

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked, probing, half because Scott wouldn’t tell me what they played, and half to enjoy my mother being a little uncomfortable.

“It was ok” she said, smiling, but not looking at me, “Anyway, I’ve put some food on the table, I wasn’t sure whether you had eaten, so go and have something, then get your stuff ready for school.”

I was still smiling when I went downstairs to eat, curious, but enjoying making mum a little awkward.

The week past, fairly uneventfully. School was ok, the new game I had was awesome, but mum made me do my homework every night before I was allowed to play it.

Friday rolled around; Scott turned up at five o’clock as per usual after he had dinner.

When we were alone in the garage, I asked him about the game him and his cousin had played while I was away at my dad’s. He grinned inanely, whilst telling me that he had a surprise for me, then he turned quite serious for a second.

“Can I tell you something, you have to promise not to freak out” he said.

“Ok” I replied, a little worried now.

“Paul had a few ideas, I had told him about the games tying up your mum and all that, he wanted to take photos of her tied and use that to blackmail her into going further than just being tied.”

I sat, in stunned silence, Paul was a couple of years older, but he had a fucking cheek to try and blackmail my mother.

I remained in silence, but didn’t have to wait long before Scott said, “It didn’t matter mate, your mum loved being tied, and although Paul did take a couple of photos’, I don’t think she gave a fuck mate, I think she just loves being tied and, well, you know, like the prisoner game, and slave market, you know?”.

I didn’t want to admit it, I wanted to be angry, but the thought of being able to take things further turned me on, I had a boner already just thinking about it, and yes, Scott was right, my mother loved it, and I was sure she would say if she thought we were going too far.

“Yeah, to be honest mate, I kind of know where you are coming from, I think my mum likes to be tied and felt up and stuff.”

Kevin came into the garage so we stopped talking, he whispered a request that we play cops and robbers tonight, so he can have a go on my new game.

Scott and I agreed, a little too quickly. So, Kev went off to find mum, who I heard in the kitchen laughing. Kev went upstairs to his room turn his tv off and mum came into the garage.

“So, Kevin wants to play video games then?” she said with a huge grin.

“How do you know he does that?” I exclaimed looking incredibly surprised.

“It’s very obvious,” said mum, laughing, “Its fine, let him have his fun, he will be playing them soon enough anyway” she reluctantly said.

She ambled back to the kitchen, and started cleaning the sides down this was her starting position most games. Recently we had put all of the different length bits of rope in a backpack which we kept in the garage, it also had two silk scarves, one to gag mum, and the other one to blindfold her, we had put everything in the backpack, so it was easier to get hold of when we needed it, and everything was in one place.

We had not had the chance to play any other games like prisoner, or slave market because Kevin had been in the house, and there was no way either me or Scott would even suggest anything like that with him in the house, mum would freak out, there was no chance in hell she would do that sort of game with Kevin around.

Kevin returned to the garage, and he put the games console on, and I picked up the backpack. We started with the usual “Stick em up lady” routine, tried and tested by now, we tied her wrists behind her as she sat on the chair, and then Scott wrapped rope around her waist and the back of the chair, we tied her ankles together, and then tied her thighs together, moving her dress up to mid-thigh, and then placing the hem of the dress back on top of the rope. I then asked Scott, who had the backpack next to him and was passing rope out, to blindfold mum, he passed me a scarf, I folded it, and placed it over mum’s eyes, and tied it off behind her head.

It was at this point; we would usually gag mum with another scarf. So, when I asked for the scarf to do that I was surprised when a grinning Scott said:

“Gemma doesn’t have a scarf anymore; she has this now don’t you Gemma?” as he reached into the bag and retrieved an actual ball gag. I was a little stunned, and stood there in silence, looking at mum, when she nodded, she said nothing, just nodded. My heart was racing at this point, she couldn’t see what Scott had in his hand, but she was nodding anyway, so obviously this had been part of the game with Scott and his cousin.

“Where did you get that?” I whispered.

“Paul” replied Scott, who then proceeded to put the ball into my mother’s mouth and then tighten the straps behind her head, it wasn’t a huge ball, but it was big enough to keep my mother’s mouth open and to make her start drooling almost immediately.

Scott then took a length of rope from the bag, put it over my mother’s shoulder, and through the gap in the chair behind her, then he brought it around and between her breasts, and over the other shoulder, then again, behind the chair, and back up, then tied it off, she now had an X which pushed her breasts up more than the waist rope, because it separated her breasts and lifted them.

“We should check the ropes” he said, as he literally started running his hands over the ropes, brushing her breasts at the same time, this was similar to searching for weapons in the prisoner game, so I delightfully and enthusiastically took my turn to check the ropes once he had finished.

My mother took it all, never winced or started to panic or looked like she was getting angry.

We took a few steps back, admired our handywork, and waited for a while, my mother struggled a little, but I think this was just for show, she soon settled in to being restrained with extraordinarily little movement from her.

After a little while, I checked my watch, just over an hour had gone past, so I said to Scott that I was going to get Kevin to rescue mum.

“Let’s change the gag then,” said Scott.

“Yeah” I said, so we removed the ball gag from my mother’s mouth, she moved her jaw around a little to stretch it.

“I’m going to put the scarf in before Kev rescues you, ok Mum?”

My mother nodded, I put the scarf to her lips, she opened her mouth, I put it in and tied it off.

We both proceeded to walk to the garage, where a very disappointed Kevin, who complained bitterly that that wasn’t an hour, and it had gone too quickly, and he was enjoying the game, finally got up in a very sulky way, and then went through the routine of a police officer, saving her from the burglars, he took a while to untie her, but eventually she was free.

I have got to say, that night, I had thoughts that went further than just tying and groping my mother, I was emboldened by the fact she accepted the ball gag so readily, but I probably had Scott’s cousin Paul to thank for that.

It was a funny sort of situation, on Fridays, myself and my friend would tie my mother, have more or less control over her, but during any other time we were just a normal mother and son, we would never talk about the Friday nights openly, we just didn’t talk about them, Kevin certainly didn’t mention them, because to him, it was either an innocent game, or an opportunity to play my video games, and he was not going to risk that golden nugget of game time.

The following Friday we played cowboys and Indians, we tied both Kevin (not very tight, but blindfolded) and my mother as Indian captives, then, the week after that, we took it to the next level.