Chapter 4

The following day, Kevin arrived home, he had a great time away, but was keen to get home, see his friends, get back to his own room type thing.

The house was fairly busy for the next few days, mum seemed to be cleaning at a maniacal rate, Kevin was his usual self, and I tried my best to stay out of their way.

Nothing was said between my mother and me about the last game we played, with Scott and his cousin Paul, but that was our routine now, even when Scott came over it was very normal, we didn’t broach the subject of tie up games, and neither did mum.

It was still the holidays; we had about a week left before school started again. Kevin had gone to his friend’s house, and I was over at Scott’s, we were messing around playing video games, as we always did, his mother Beth had made us lunch.

Beth was slightly less curvy than my mother, a size 10 (UK) where my mother was around a size 12-14 (UK), I had no idea about sizes at the time, but in later life I have become quite adept at sizing women. My mother had shoulder length blond hair, whereas Beth was dark haired, not jet black, but a dark brown, she was pretty, the same as mother, in that sort of motherly way.

Scott had been able to manipulate his brother James, who was a year older than my brother Kevin, into convincing their mother to play a tie up game every now and again, according to Scott they never tied his mother very stringently, they had blindfolded her, and gagged her with scarves, but very loosely, not in the same way we tied my mother, and he certainly didn’t touch her in the same way we played with my mother.

We were in his room, taking a break from video games and doing our second favourite thing which was now looking on the internet for tied women, especially mothers, as you can imagine, there were lots! We stumbled upon a few scenarios, ties and even produced a few ideas for future games, Scott was very organised, and used his computer to make all sorts of cryptic notes about things we had found, and future games etc.

We returned to my house later that evening, around six o’clock, Kevin was home from his friends, so we played a normal game, or what you could consider an innocent, normal game of cowboys and Indians that night, we tied mum and Kevin back to back, we didn’t take liberties with mum as Kevin was there, it was more of just an innocent fun game.

For the next two days it was fairly quiet, Scott and I kept ourselves busy with our friends, video games and the internet. Kevin had gone out with his friends, and my mother had come over with me to Scott’s house for the afternoon to have a drink and a chat with Beth, she got on well with Beth and popped over at least once or twice a month to catch up.

Scott and I were in his room, we came down to get a drink, both of our mothers had drunk a couple of glasses of wine and were giggling and laughing.

“And what are you handsome boys looking for?” Beth asked, laughing a little, “The biscuits are in the tin if that’s what you are after” she exclaimed.

“Thanks Mum” said Scott, who was already reaching for the biscuits. As he opened the tin, his brother James came downstairs from his room.

“Can I have some?” he asked, already reaching into the tin as Scott offered it to him. We all chatted for a few minutes, my mother asked James how school was going, and we talked about run of the mill things, then suddenly, out of nowhere, James said “Can we play a game of cops and robbers again?”.

Silence, I looked at Scott, who just grinned and shrugged his shoulders. My mother said nothing, just took a glug of wine. Beth, who looked a little embarrassed broke the silence by saying “I’m sure Gemma and Mike don’t want to play childish games” trying to make light of the comment by laughing a little bit, she then looked at my mother, and as if to try and explain due to her embarrassment said “We play silly games sometimes” again, she tried to mask her inward shame by laughing. My mother replied fairly quickly, a little too quickly in fact “I don’t mind” laughing as she said it.

“Err. Right, ok then, well, ok, if, you are sure?” said Beth, seeming a little embarrassed that she was admitting to her sons tying her up and playing games.

“Great” exclaimed James, who then ran off to get what I could only imagine was their tie up stuff. He came back with a bag full of rope, and a toy gun, a couple of balaclavas and a five scarves.

“We will be bank workers and Scott and Mike can be robbers” he said. I looked at Scott quizzically, he mouthed the words – James likes to be tied.

I shrugged and smiled as if to say – fair enough, so we left them to it and moved into the dining room while they set themselves up in the kitchen.

Scott and I, we had decided to forego the balaclavas, duly strolled into the kitchen and told everyone to put their hands up whilst holding the toy gun towards them. All three dutifully put their hands in the air, we sat all three on chairs from the dining room and tied their hands behind them through the back of the chairs.

“Don’t tie Gemma too tight boys, she isn’t used to playing cops and robbers” said Beth, quite innocently without the knowledge of how we had tied and played with my mother.

“I think I’ll be ok” my mother replied, laughing slightly.

We then set about tying their ankles together, and then wrapped rope around the chair and their waists so they were all completely restrained.

We then blindfolded each of them in turn using scarves, followed by a cleave gag again using scarves.

We stood back and admired our handywork, Beth was on our right as we looked, then my mother was in the middle and James was on the other side of my mother.

“We need to take the bank manager to the vault” said Scott, I looked at him a little vaguely as I was not sure what he meant.

He gestured to the side of James’ chair, I moved to one side of it, he got in between my mother and James and lifted the other side while I lifted my side. We moved him, and the chair together into the hallway and down towards the front door, we set him down by the door.

“He will be fine” Scott whispered, with a chuckle.

We walked back to the kitchen. “The bank manager is opening the safe ladies” Scott said in a gruff tone, “We need to guard you while we wait for him, then we will take the money and leave you in peace”.

Scott looked at me, then gestured to the washing machine, both mothers were doing a great job of trying to escape, but both were tied quite stringently, so escape was almost impossible. I wasn’t sure what he was looking at, and just put my head to one side and raised my eyebrows in a quizzical way. He sighed, and then smiled, and moved towards the washing machine, he picked up what was obviously a basket containing clothes, he nodded towards the washing machine indicating that this was the dirty washing that was going to be washed.

He had a rummage in the basket and picked out a pair of his mother’s underwear, white, lacy, thong type knickers, he passed them to me, I inspected them, and gave them a sniff, it was kind of natural to do, not sure why I did it? but anyway, I could smell his mother’s scent on them, she had obviously only put them in there recently. I grinned and put them back on top of the pile.

Scott motioned to pick them up, but I gestured for him to stop and grinned widely. He stopped, waiting to see what I had in mind.

An idea hit me, knowing the previous games, and I think I had worked out my mother’s likes, and what turned her on, at the time, I thought it was a brilliant idea, and I was young, me and Scott were both young, fourteen, so consequences never occurred to us, we were thinking with our cocks, and pushing things as far as they could go, and anyway, as Paul had told both of us, we had enough dirt on my mother, and photos that he had taken, to ensure that although we never talked about it, my mother would do what we wanted. Looking back now I see that actually we didn’t need to worry, my mother loved being tied, and restrained, controlled, and even embarrassed, almost humiliated, that, we had worked out fairly early on.

Scott watched me intently as I untied my mother’s blindfold, she blinked a few times, and then looked at me with an inquisitive look. I put my finger to my lips and gestured “Shh”, she looked at me, and then to Beth, who was sat there, tied, blindfolded and gagged on a chair next to her. I removed the scarf that was gagging my mother, and she wiggled her jaw slightly, again, I gestured Shh. She looked at Beth, then me and simply nodded.

I watched her eyes follow me as I bent down and picked up Beth’s underwear from the top of the washing pile, I scrunched it into a ball as best as I could, my mother moved her head from side to side intimating No! I simply nodded and put her friends knickers to her closed lips.

She looked at me, again, I nodded towards Beth and put my finger to my lips indicating Shh. We had a Mexican stand off for around ten seconds or so, and then my mother’s excitement and arousal won, I could tell by now when her arousal was winning over her head, she reluctantly opened her mouth, she didn’t want to, but she was aroused by the situation. I stuffed nearly all of Beth’s knickers into my mother’s mouth, then picked up the scarf, offered it to my mother’s lips, again, she opened, so I could tie the scarf and hold Beth’s knickers in place in my mother’s mouth. My mother looked at Beth, and then down to the floor, but I could tell the excitement she was feeling, her nipples were bursting through her top.

I took a step back, my mother looked at me, then at Scott, then towards Beth, then down to the floor again, she was struggling a little to get out of the ties, but I think it was more for show than anything else.

Scott, who obviously enjoying seeing his mother tied alongside my mother, and knowing him as I did, was as horny as hell. He was moving from foot to foot with excitement.

He had a huge grin on his face as he started to undo his jeans, both me and my mother looked at him, he was stood next to his mother, he slid his jeans down slowly, then his underwear, down to his knees, my mother’s eyes widened as she looked at Scott, then me, I think she was panicking because she didn’t know what Scott was going to do. Scott’s cock sprung up as he released it from his underwear, and he pointed it at his mother, she was sat on a chair, so his cock was around the same height as her chest, he took a tiny step forward towards his mother, a tiny step because he had his jeans and his underwear around his shins. He leant in, and for a split second, touched his mother’s clothed breast with his cock, she jerked a little, unsure of what had touched her, then she relaxed, probably thinking it was an accidental brush of someone’s elbow or hand or something.

He shuffled back and pulled his underwear and shorts up. He nodded at me, as a silent communication that he was happy, and if I wanted to, we could end the game, both mothers had been tied for half an hour or so, so I removed the scarf holding Beth’s knickers in my mother’s mouth, and then pulled the knickers out of her mouth, they were soaking wet from my mother’s mouth, I placed them back in the basket, and buried them about halfway down to hopefully dry out. Scott put the basket back to where it was while I untied my mother, then both of us untied Beth. Both mothers stood up and stretched.

“Are you ok Gem?” Beth asked, “That wasn’t too much for you, the boys can be a little rough sometimes” she added.

“I’m fine, it was fun” said my mother laughing and chuckling.

“We had better untie James” Scott proclaimed, so we walked to where we had left James and untied him, he seemed fine, and he happily ran off to his room.

“He likes to be tied” was all Scott said as we walked back to our mothers.

My mother exclaimed that she had some things to do, so she left and went home, she was in bed by the time I returned home from Scott’s.

The following morning, Kevin and I had breakfast while mum fussed about in the kitchen, she was apprehensively looking over at us, I wasn’t sure why, she seemed to have enjoyed the previous night’s game, even though it was a bit risky having Beth there, but I assumed that was a turn on for my mother.

Kevin then announced that he was going out to meet some of his friends. My mother smiled; I carried on eating.

Kev got up, put his bowl in the sink, and virtually ran out of the house.

“We need to talk” my mother said, quite seriously.

“Ok” I said, a little nervously, but trying as best as I could to muster up as much courage as possible.

“I’ve let our games go too far, I can’t let them carry on, you must understand that hun?”.

There were almost what looked like tears in her eyes.

I remained silent, not because I was trying to be dramatic, but I didn’t really know what to say.

“I’m going to talk to you like an adult, not the fourteen year old that you are, I think we can both agree that I like being tied and restrained, there isn’t much I can do about that, that’s the way I am, but it’s wrong to carry on, we’ve done things that no mother and son should do, don’t you agree?”

“O ... k” was all I could manage, I was heartbroken that she was saying we couldn’t play anymore, but equally, I understood why she was saying it.

“I don’t want you to feel, this is my fault hun, I’ve let it go too far” she added.

“Ok Mum” was all I replied, I could see she was nearly in tears, she was fighting to prevent herself from crying.

She gathered herself a little, and sighed, “Right”, she said, looking like she was trying to show control. “We will say no more about then”.

“Ok Mum” I again replied, again not knowing what to say.

My mother looked directly at me, there were definitely tears in her eyes now. She held my gaze for a few seconds, then walked towards the hallway and went upstairs. I sat for a few minutes, then decided I had to do something, I had no idea what, but knew I had to move, so I left the house and went to Scott’s.

Once in the sanctuary of his room I regaled the conversation between my mother and me that morning.

“So that’s it then? no more tying your mum?” said Scott once I had finished.

“I guess not, she seemed very determined” I replied, “I think that’s the end of the games mate”.

“Well, fair enough, we had a good run” he said laughing, “Maybe we can find a girl at school we can tie up and abuse?”.

“Maybe” I said, not really confident of that, as we weren’t exactly the “A” crowd at school.

I think, looking back, that at that particular time we satisfied ourselves that we had learnt enough about girls from my mother to try and get other girls, hell, we had got my mother naked, fingered her, had her suck our cocks, we were fully fledged fourteen year old studs, weren’t we?

We got to test whether we were fourteen year old studs the following Friday. Scott was over at ours, as per usual for a Friday, we were playing a video game and crushing it by the way!

My mother was in the kitchen as usual, cleaning. Suddenly, Kev appeared.

“I want to play a game” he said, looking bored.

“Ok” I replied quickly, “Not sure mum will play” I added.

“I’ll ask” he said, not privy to our conversation, Kev was none the wiser.

He left the garage, making his way to the kitchen.

“I’m really sorry Kevin, but I have too much to do, go and find something else to do” we heard from my mother, very resolute, and very unarguable.

Kevin took it as any eleven year old would, he just huffed and went back to his room.

The following week was the same. Kevin asked, mum refused, me and Scott kind of accepted that if she wasn’t going to play a game with Kevin, which was quite innocent, then she definitely would not play any of our games.