Chapter 3

The next day came and went without incident, mum never said a word to me about the games, but that was now our ritual, we just never spoke about them. She went about her day, and I went about mine, I went out with some of my friends including Scott, neither myself or Scott mentioned the games to any of our friends either, we had an unspoken code of silence, not wanting anything to get in the way, or stop the games.

That summer was hot, extremely hot. A couple of days after we had last played me and Scott were hanging out at my house, playing video games in the garage, we had discussed at length how my mother, although drunk, and had sobbed a little at one point, had let us strip her during a game of slave market, we had put fingers inside her as part of the game during our “Inspection” of our new slave, it had been so erotic, my mother, battling on the one hand her guilt, but on the other hand her arousal had overpowered any sensible thinking.

My brother Kevin had gone to dad’s for three weeks, so was away for the first half of the summer holidays. It was late afternoon, my mother was in the kitchen, she had the window open, and was pottering about, we had a part time gardener, an old guy named Mr Jones, I never knew his first name, he used to pop over from time to time and earn a bit of money from a few houses in our street gardening. The window was above the sink, if mum stood at the window, she was only visible from the chest up, occasionally Mr Jones would chat to her through the window, he would steal looks at her chest when he thought she wasn’t looking, I think he was harmless really, and it probably gave him a thrill, probably mum enjoyed the attention as well, I don’t know! In between staring at my mother’s chest he would chat and work, then just work for a while, then go back to chatting, I think he liked the company and having people to talk to, so maybe he worked part time for that reason, I think he was retired? So, I don’t think he needed the money.

I asked Scott if he wanted a coke, he said yes, so I left the garage and walked to the kitchen to get a couple of cans from the fridge. My mother was pottering in the kitchen, I got a couple of cans from the fridge. “Do you want anything to eat yet hun?” mum asked.

“Not yet thanks, we are fine at the moment, just coke’s” I replied. I was pouring the cokes into glasses and watching mum able about the kitchen, she was in a t-shirt that came down to her waist, and a pair of shorts, bare feet because it was hot, she looked sexy. I watched her for a little while, she chatted to Mr Jones about his holiday that he had just come back from, then stopped chatting and starting putting some stuff away in a cupboard.

A thought struck me, a very kinky thought, it was an idea, I had no idea whether she would be angry, but I guessed that given her nature, and what we had done with her previously, I thought she might like it. It was an erotic thought.

I took the cokes into the garage, and after a mouthful each, told Scott to come with me because I wanted to try something with mum, but to bring one of the ropes from the bag.

We slowly walked towards the kitchen, mum was at the kitchen sink, chatting with Mr Jones, who I could see through the window, from where I was stood behind mum his upper chest and head anyway, he had his back to the window, about halfway up the garden, pruning a huge clump of bushes, with a rose at the centre, he was merrily chatting back to mum.

As luck would have it, mum put a cup she had washed up on the draining board, and I took the opportunity to take gentle hold of her wrists and pull them behind her back, she looked over her shoulder, a little confused and in shock, and I smiled, a big beaming smile, and crossed her wrists over behind her back. She tried to shake them loose, without saying a word, probably because Mr Jones was in the garden. I held tight, and pulled them back a little bit more, nodding for Scott to tie them, which he started doing, as I held her wrists he wrapped the rope around them, she looked back over her shoulder again, “no” she said, but in a very meek and quiet voice, Scott looked at me, I nodded for him to carry on. He finished the tie and cinched the rope. As soon as he had finished tying her wrists, I grasped the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down to her feet. She gasped, and looked around again, a little angry, but didn’t shout, or say anything, she looked at Mr Jones in the garden, and then relaxed, visibly, with just resigned sigh, and what I took as acceptance of the situation.

There she stood, in a t-shirt and her knickers. Wrists tied, with me and Scott stood behind her. Mr Jones asked something, while continuing to prune, she was well aware that he could not see her below her chest, even if he looked over at us, and he would struggle to see us behind her. I think this comforted her and relaxed her a little, and then it happened, I think the kinky side of mum took over, and as much as she felt a little embarrassed and uncomfortable, the thought of her predicament, her wrists tied behind her, her son had just pulled her shorts down, I think it excited her.

I wanted to test now, if she was excited, or was I reading her all wrong, so I conjured up all of my courage, and while Scott stood with his mouth open, I moved my hand between her legs and pushed my hand up to her crotch and cupped it. Again, she gasped, but said nothing, with the exception of answering the question that Mr Jones had just asked.

I kept my hand there, and slowly I felt my mother’s legs slightly part, she was losing her inner battle. She took one foot out of her shorts, and parted her legs a little more, I started moving my hand slowly, gently, back, and forth, my middle finger ever so slightly running along the slit of her pussy, which I could feel was heating up, and her knickers were becoming a little damp.

We stayed like that for a minute or so, and then, to show that I would not take things too far, or put her in any danger of getting caught, I removed my hand and untied her wrists.

“Thanks Mum” I said, smiling, as we almost ran out of the kitchen, leaving her to quickly put her shorts back on and pull them up. I think she would have come after us, but Mr Jones said something, which she answered, glaring at us as we left.

We went back to the garage, a couple of minutes later, mum came in.

“I would prefer it if we played games when no one else was around boys”” she said, trying to look stern.

“Sorry Mum,” I said, “We thought it would be fun, and you would enjoy it?” I added.

“Well,” she stammered, then mumbled something, which we didn’t catch, and then left.

“Fuck me that was hot” Scott exclaimed.

“I know” I replied, and then we turned back to the game.

A few days later, Scott came over, we went through the ritual of behaving like nothing out of the ordinary was going on, we were a normal mother, son, and his friend. It was a little odd that we didn’t talk about our games, but I neither me or Scott wanted to ruin things, so we went along with it, my mother was completely normal with us, and if we went anywhere, it was like no games had ever taken place, looking back on it, my mother trusted that neither me or Scott would tell anyone, because we wanted to keep playing, to Kevin, the games were very innocent, we never took things too far when Kevin played, so he didn’t tell anyone because he had nothing to tell if that makes sense?

Me and Scott played video games as per normal, we had dinner with my mother around five o’clock, then went back to video games, while playing, I was telling Scott how I had seen something I would like to try with my mother, he seemed very interested, but again, although we had tied my mother a few times now without Kevin, and Scott had tied her with his cousin on their own while me and Kevin were away, there was always a nagging doubt that she would let us tie her without Kevin there, after all, the games had started as a bit of fun to keep Kevin amused.

This doubt was decreasing now though, the more we tied her without Kevin, the more we realised that my mother liked being tied, restrained, helpless even?

Tying her and groping her a little while she was talking through the window to Mr Jones had been very arousing for me and Scott, and mum, she had complained a little afterwards, but we all knew that was mainly for show, she had enjoyed the risk, and Mr Jones being in the garden had been a big turn on for her, of that there was no doubt.

I thought tonight was an ideal time to try my idea, as my mother was in a t-shirt, and leggings, she hadn’t left the house, so was in what she would call comfortable clothes for cleaning etc.

Scott seemed interested, and why wouldn’t he be? He loved tying my mother as much as I did, so I paused the game we were playing and went to the backpack that had all of our tying paraphernalia. I selected a fairly long piece of rope, and then set about tying knots in it, all along its length, every couple of inches, I had seen this on the internet and thought it might be exciting to try.

The only question now was how to instigate a game, my mother usually instigated games if she were drunk, but she wasn’t, or Kevin would want to play a game, but he wasn’t here.

So, me, being a fourteen year old boy, and Scott being the same age as me, neither of us had a clue really, so I came up with the best idea I could, I grabbed Kevins toy gun, one of them anyway, he had a few and marched towards the kitchen where my mother seemed to spend half her life.

Scott followed me out, as I approached my mother I held the gun out, poked it into her lower back and said, “Hands up lady.”

My mother jumped a little, but then relaxed slightly, and put her hands up, chuckling slightly. I think, looking back, by this point, my mother enjoyed being tied so her response was instinctual.

“Hands behind your back” I said sternly, my mother obeyed, straight away putting her hands behind her. Scott moved in straight away with the rope from the backpack and tied her wrists together. I got some rope from the bag, and tied a loop around her waist, then retrieved the rope with the knots. I tied the end of the knotted rope to the rope that bound my mother’s wrists, and then passed it between her legs. She looked down as I did it, so I left it hanging behind her, and went to the backpack and got the two scarves. I showed my mother I was folding one to put over her eyes and blindfold her, she nodded, I placed it over her eyes and tied it off behind her head.

I didn’t want to push things with the ball gag, so got the other scarf and at her lips, she immediately opened her mouth after feeling the scarf pressed to her lips, allowing me to put in in her mouth, and then tie it off behind her head. I grabbed the hanging rope with the knots, and pulled it between her legs, I then proceeded to pull it up, and over her shoulder, and then I moved behind her and tied it to the rope binding her wrists. She now had a rope with knots, tied between her legs, with one particular knot right on her crotch. This took me a few attempts as I wanted a knot to sit on her leggings directly on her most intimate region. Now, every time she moved her hands, the knot would move over her pussy, leggings are quite thin, so the know would have the desired effect. I had made sure I had tied it tight, so there was truly little wiggle room.

Scott moved forward to my mother, looked back at me smiling, and lifted my mother’s t-shirt. Exposing her bra, my mother tried to say something, but she was gagged, so all we heard was “mmmfffggghemmmgg.”

We stood back and watched my mother struggle, every time she moved, the knot in the rope would press into her crotch. By the look of her nipples poking through her bra she was enjoying the knot being moved over her crotch.

Scott moved to my mother and wiggled the rope, he grinned as my mother squirmed as the knot slid along the length of her pussy, her leggings and underwear did nothing really to protect her from the knot.

Scott and I had a sort of silent agreement that if my mother were not drunk, we would not try and strip her as we had done on those couple of occasions, she had come home intoxicated. Neither of us was willing to ruin what we had.

We watched her struggle for about ten minutes or so, the knot seemed to be having a great effect as there was an occasional moan through the scarf that we could barely hear, but they were definite moans. We untied her, pulling her t-shirt down first, then untying the rope and then the scarves from her mouth and finally her eyes. She blinked a few times, thanked us for the game and disappeared upstairs. We resumed our normal activities and routine by going to the garage and playing video games.

A few days later mum was busily changing the sheets on Kevins bed because he was coming back from dad’s the following day. Scott and I were out playing football with a few friends, and his older cousin, Paul, and a couple of Paul’s friends. Paul was two years older than us; he was sixteen.

A few hours went by, and the others started to drift off to go home for dinner. The three of us, me, Scott, and Paul made our way back to my house to get a drink, and hopefully a few biscuits, or maybe even a sandwich. It was mid to late afternoon, and it was still fairly hot.

As we walked through the door, mum was just coming into the hallway, “Ah, boys, great timing” she stated smiling, “I need you to move those boxes I’ve put in the hall up to the loft please.”

“We wanted to get a drink Mum?” I replied.

“You can get one after, and I’ll make something to eat if you all help” she said.

“Let’s just do it” Scott said in a resigned sort of way, trying to be nice.

“Yeah, come on,” said Paul. So, we dropped the loft ladder, I got up in the loft, Paul brought the boxes from the hall and gave them to Scott, who passed them up to me. We were done in 20 minutes or so, which was a mistake, because mum then got us to move some furniture, empty the bin, move a cabinet from one side of the dining room to the other, which was bloody heavy, and then put a load of garden furniture back into the shed because it had started raining.