Chapter 22

With Tim having put his Mothers phone to one side, if Susan thought the call from his father would prove to a wake up call to her son then Susan was very wide of the mark.

For whilst remaining helplessly handcuffed and naked on her knees upon Timmy’s bedroom carpet, Susan could do no more than watch her son pulling on a pair of tracks, before leaving his bedroom cruelly telling his dejected Mother.

“Hey..., I’ll be back in a few minutes Mom ... so don’t go anywhere or it’ll be another spanking for you”.

While looking on in dismay and by now desperate to have a least another of Tommys calming energising spliff, Susan found she was almost as angry with herself as with her son.

Angry that despite the handcuffs trapping her wrists, she hadn’t struggled like a tiger to escape her son, or even shouted and screamed at him, rather than almost docilely submitting to Timmy by pretty much allowing her son to haul her naked body over his knees.

There for Timmy to cruelly spank and sexually toy with his Mother, leading to Susan to believing she’d had no option but to eventually take Timmys cock in her mouth if that meant the end of this humiliating spanking from her son.

Which proved to be far from the case,, when Susan was given no option but to swallow the seemingly endless stream of semen Timmy’s cock soon began pumping into her mouth.

So perhaps she really should be crying, thought Susan, when having first sent a text to his pal Kevin, her son was shortly afterward returning from the family garage and the further dispair of Susan, carrying not only a long thin bamboo cane, along with the leather riding crop previously hidden by Timmy in the garage, but also the black ball gag Timmy had also hidden in garage, in the hope of one day fulfilling his fantasy of using them upon his Mother, or perhaps even his sister Sandra.

Timmy had also taken from the little used garage a long length of thin decorative lightweight plastic chain, along with some lengths of soft white rope.

All of which Timmy’s helplessly naked Mother studied in growing apprehension, especially when yesterday overhearing Tommy Hall telling her son to ‘get some practice in bondage techniques with ‘My Bitch’whilst he was away.

“Oh my god! what on earth are you thinking of doing to me now ... this really has gone far enough Timmy..., please ... let me go right now and we can talk about this ... Ive said nothing to your father so far, but things can’t go on like this, I love you as a son Timmy, but with this behaviour toward your Mother you really are becoming a monster to me Timmy!”