Chapter 3

Classes dragged all day Monday but the evening was better. Mom gave no signs that the morrow would be different but nevertheless I felt a palpable tension in the air between us. Tomorrow was going to be my day again, I just knew it.

Later that evening, I almost blew it playing around with the vibrator. I had it humming along a full speed when I heard the bathroom door close. Quickly, I shut it off and hid it under my pillow, then checked the hallway. The light was on in the bathroom so I went downstairs. I was surprised to see Dad because I thought it was him in the bathroom.

“Hey Dad, have you seen Mom?”

“I think she went upstairs.”

So it was Mom in the bathroom. Why? She always used the ensuite off her bedroom.

I went back upstairs but the bathroom was dark and empty. Proceeding on to my room, I was shocked to find Mom there. She was wearing a robe so I assumed she had changed into her nightgown, ready for bed.

“Oh, Mom. What’s up?”

“Nothing. I was just wondering if you needed your uniform washed or pressed before tomorrow.”

“I do my own laundry now.”

Mom knew that. That wasn’t why she was in my room but she nodded as if it was a valid explanation anyway.

“Oh yes, of course.”

Why had she come in? Was she as eager as I for the morrow to begin. Had the sound of the vibrator intrigued her?

“Hey Mom. I’ve got something to show you.”

“What?” Despite her curiosity, Mom seemed suddenly apprehensive.

“Wait, I’ll show you.” I reached under the bed where I’d thrown Mrs. Draper’s bag and rummaged around until I felt the leather cuffs. “No peeking,” I said when I felt Mom leaning to look over my shoulder.

I stood up with empty hands.

“Stand over here and don’t look,” I said, moving her toward my closet and behind the door.

I faced Mom toward the corner and returned to the bed to retrieve the new cuffs and grabbed several soft ropes that I had also hidden there.

“Heck, you’re not in uniform,” Mom complained when I snapped the first wrist band closed but she didn’t try to move her other hand away when I reached for it. I laughed to myself. Obviously, she didn’t know I had taken all my clothes off except for my undershorts on Thursday.

“Wait until tomorrow,” Mom said. She seemed strangely short of breath. I was encouraged.

“I just want to show you something.”

“Your father...”

I cut her off. “It will only take a minute.”

Mom allowed me to push her hands together in front of her and slip a rope between the rings on the cuffs. I was about to tie them together when I remembered the karate bag that used to hand in this corner of my room. I looked up. Sure enough, though the bag was long gone, the ring that had suspended it from the ceiling was still there. I fed the rope through the ring and hauled Mom’s arms up above her head.

“Heck.”

“Shhhhh,” I cautioned. “Father.”

I tugged the rope higher until Mom was on her tippy-toes, then relaxed it until her heels returned to the carpet, but only just, so her weight was mostly on the balls of her feet. I tied the rope off on the hook mounted into the wall in the corner that used to take the weight of the karate bag.

“Why are you...”

“Shhhhhh.”

I knelt at Mom’s feet and set the ankle bracelets. I couldn’t resist running my hands up and down her calves before tying her left ankle off to the side, securing the rope around the leg of my desk about eight fee t away, so that Mom’s feet were about two feet apart, forcing her slightly up onto her toes but not tippy-toes. I stood and went to leave.

“Where are you...”

“Shhhh. I’m just going to check on Dad.”

I walked quietly down the hallway and peered downstairs. Dad was reading. Returning to my room, I searched under the bed for the blindfold and the vibrator. After covering Mom’s eyes, I placed the vibrator on the floor and turned it on to its lowest setting, then sat on my bed to watch Mom while it hummed quietly behind her.

Mom’s whole body had jerked at the sound when I first turned it on but then she stood quietly. After a while, she said, “Very funny.”

I didn’t reply and Mom waited patiently for me to realize the joke was over, and a bust. Eventually, I turned the vibrator off. Mom seemed smug and ready to be released but instead I aligned the vibrator along the inside of her left leg and strapped it to her thigh and calf. Mom tried to pull her leg away, to no avail.

“Hector, let me go.”

Mom tried to stamp foot but couldn’t. She repeated her demand, initially raising her voice but then realized attracting Dad would be a mistake, perhaps because it would be difficult to explain how she had let herself be tied up in the first place, let alone allow a vibrator to be strapped to her leg.

“Hector.”

I turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting. Mom’s whole body jerked and her legs flailed around in the restricted circle in which they were capable of moving.

“Hector!”

“Shhhhhh.”

“Let me go, right now!”

“Shhhhh. It will be alright.”

I stepped around Mom so I could see her front. The robe had fallen part way open to Mom’s waist, where it remained cinched, but it parted just below her panties to reveal a simple, short night slip that covered her legs only to mid-thigh level. The bodice wasn’t deeply cut but was still low enough to expose more of the inner swells of her breast than I had seen before. And, of course, she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. She looked great.

The bulbous tip of the vibrator disappeared under Mom’s slip and appeared to be lodged tightly on the inside of her upper, left thigh, about two inches below her panties. She was wearing panties. I could see their edges under the slip.

“I’ll be back,” I said.

“Hector!”

I left and closed the door most of the way, but didn’t shut it completely. In the hallway, I couldn’t hear the vibrator. I was sure Mom had gone into my room because she heard it but then I’d had it on its highest setting. I went downstairs and left Mom to stew.

“Have you seen your mother?” Dad asked after I sat down.

“Yeah, I think she’s in her room.”

Dad nodded and continued reading. I turned the TV on but kept it so low I could barely hear it. I sometimes did that to screw with Dad and make him think he needed a hearing aid. I grinned thinking about Mom upstairs with the vibrator strapped to her leg.

What are you grinning about?” Dad asked, annoyed.

“Nothing.”

“I know the sound is turned down, if that’s what you’re up to.”

I felt like the Beav if not quite Dennis the Menace. I turned the sound up and Dad snorted. About ten minutes later I noticed Dad nod off. He jerked his head up but a moment later it slumped back to his chest. I got up as quietly as I could and returned to my room.

Mom heard me come in but she didn’t say anything. Her left leg was quivering. I loosened the lower strap around Mom’s calf and pulled the upper one away from her thigh. Mom sighed but I couldn’t tell if she was pleased about her imminent freedom or disappointed that her entrapment would soon be over.

I pushed the vibrator higher up Mom’s leg until the bulbous tip briefly hit her panties and then fell back a fraction of an inch, probably nestling in the hollow where her upper thigh joined her torso. I tightened the strap around her calf and sat on the floor to watch. Mom let a soft moan escape from her lips.

“Yeah, fuck yeah,” I muttered, then clapped my hand over my mouth but Mom didn’t hear me.

I watched, fascinated by Mom’s legs as they jerked and quivered, especially the left one on which the vibrator was strapped. I loved the way her muscles tensed when she pushed up on her tippy-toes, held herself aloft for as long as she could and then relaxed, only to repeat the cycle seconds later.

Occasionally, I reached out and pushed the vibrator up to achieve brief contact with her panties. Mom always moaned quietly whenever I did that so I did it more often. On one occasion, I mistakenly pressed the button at the base of the handle and the vibrator throbbed. Mom jerked violently, her legs moving spasmodically around the vibrator as she tried desperately to close her thighs around the titilating shaft.

Wow!

I pulled the upper strap out and shoved the vibrator right up, leaving it in full contact with Mom’s panties, causing her thighs to clutch and quiver.

I retreated to my bed where I quietly undressed, completely, except for my socks. I even took off my underwear before retrieving a condom from my drawer and pulled it over my raging hard cock. I went to the closet and grabbed my robe, donning it before stepping in front of Mom even though she was blindfolded. She was really grooving on the vibrator.

I grabbed the bottom of Mom’s partly open robe and pulled it up until I was able to fold it over her shoulders but it fell down because she was twisting around so much. Pulling the now loose belt out of the loops, I folded the night slip up and used the belt to tie it around Mom’s waist, exposing her panties and the full length of the vibrator strapped to her left leg.

I stood back to admire my work. The robe, now completely open, hung down from Mom’s upstretched arms and flowed over her back like a cape. Her beasts jutted upward into the thin night slip which failed to disguise her erect, encased nipples. I loved the way I could now see more of Mom’s fine figure covered, at least in front, only by the thin material of her short nightgown. I stepped behind Mom and sat down, quickly mesmerized by the faint motions of her active cheeks under the robe as she continued to react to the buzzing vibrator.

Fucking awesome!

I placed the tip of my left index finger on the throb button and depressed it, holding it in for at least five seconds. Mom moaned out loud. I threw off my robe and started stroking my cock. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Moan, moan, moan. I jerked my head toward the door, then kicked my foot out to close it.

Buzz, longer buzz, even longer buzz, really long buzz. Mom was moaning constantly, jerking around beneath her clasped wrists, legs quivering and flailing. My cock was humming, strumming, and then coming. I got up, stripped the rubber off my cock, and wiped it on my bedspread—shit, I was doing the laundry, right?—and put on another. I wasn’t through yet.

I returned to Mom and loosened the upper leg tie. Her thighs instantly clamped around the vibrator’s bulbous head and her whole body jerked as her pelvis thrashed about. I depressed the button and Mom went wild. She moaned loudly so I stood up and clamped my hand over her mouth. Panicked, I reached down to remove one of my socks and stuffed it into her mouth, then threw my arms around her to take some of her weight so she didn’t hurt her wrists. Still, I thanked God and Mrs. Draper for the padded cuffs.

In the heat of battle, I forgot that I was naked except for the one sock. When I realized my cock was jammed between Mom’s rampant cheeks, covered only by the robe and her panties, I knew it was wrong and that I had to pull back, but I didn’t want to. It felt so good. Instead, I thrust my condomed cock against her and closed my hands over her breasts, so thrillingly loose under the nightgown. As Mom began to come, reason found a foothold in my brain and I let go of her tits and then, a few seconds later, pulled my cock away from her ass. Mom sagged under the cuffs, gasping but body barely flinching. I hoped she hadn’t realized, or at least didn’t remember, the feel of my hard cock shoving between her cheeks or the clutch of my hands on her tits.

With my hands lightly on her shoulders, I whispered to Mom, keeping well back so she didn’t realize I was naked.

“I’m going to check on Dad.”

I kissed the nape of Mom’s neck and brushed the heaving sides of her breasts. There was no response or demand that I let her loose like I expected. If Mom hadn’t been hanging from the ceiling, I would have said she was either sleeping or passed out

“I’ll be back,” I muttered in a bad Arnold inflection.

I almost forgot to put my robe back on. I don’t know where my mind was. Thank God I remembered because I was on the stairs before I saw Dad coming up.

“Hey Dad. You going to bed already?”

“Yes,” he replied wearily. “I should have joined your mother an hour ago. I fell asleep in my chair.”

I slowed down, reluctantly passing by Dad a few steps, struggling to find a reason to keep him downstairs or to rush back up. Too late, I realized I hadn’t closed my door completely and I had left Mom hanging with the vibrator still going. At least it was on the low setting.

Dad shuffled up the stairs. What would he do when he didn’t find Mom in bed? If her heard the vibrator, would he follow the buzz to my room?

“Hey Dad?”

He stopped and half turned toward me.

“Yes?”

“Nothing.”

I turned as if to continue down the stairs but stopped when Dad’s back was to me. He topped the stairs and shuffled down the hallway. I climbed a stair and then two, just enough so I could see down the hallway. Dad went into his bedroom without looking at my room. I guess the buzzing on the lowest setting wasn’t audible even that short distance away, at least, fortunately, not to my weary father.

I started to climb the stairs, then turned around and rushed downstairs and into the kitchen, grabbed a glass from the cupboard and splashed some milk into it, then rushed back upstairs. I almost collided with Dad coming out of his room.

“Have you seen your mother?” he asked. “She’s not here.”

“Oh, she’s downstairs in the kitchen,” I lied. “Didn’t you see her?”

“No. I thought you said she was in her room.”

“That was an hour ago, Dad. Before you fell asleep.”

“Oh.”

“Did you need something?” I asked, passing by Dad and standing between him and my room.

“No. I better say goodnight to your mother.”

“I told her you were going to bed.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, good. Thanks. Goodnight.”

“Night, Dad.”

Dad turned to go back into his room. I proceeded on to my room but turned around before entering.

“Dad?”

“Yes?”

“Dad?” I called again.

“What is it?” he appeared in his doorway, looking at me impatiently.

I backed into the door, pushing it farther open, and stepped into my room. Mom was hanging in renewed appreciation of the buzzing vibrator. I grasped the edge of the door and leaned back into the hallway.

“I’m charging some equipment for work tomorrow. Will the buzz from the charger bother you?”

“What buzzing?”

I disappeared behind the door, turned the vibrator up a click with an immediate reaction from Mom, then leaned back into the hallway.

“That buzzing.”

“No, that’s fine. It won’t bother me but you better ask your mother when she comes up. She might not like it.”

“Okay Dad. Thanks. I’ll ask her when she comes.”

“Okay son. Don’t forget.”

Dad disappeared into his room and closed the door most of the way. I smiled, rejuvenated by my audacity, and turned back to Mom. I closed the door.

The first thing I did was turn the vibrator off. I undid the rope securing Mom’s ankle and then unwound the one holding her wrists aloft and, with my arm around her waist, let it go slack. It trailed thought the ring as I half carried, half walked, Mom to my bed where I lay her down on her back. After spreading her arms and securing her hands near the corners of my headboard, I tied her ankles in a similar manner, leaving her spread-eagled. She was still blind-folded.

Removing my robe, I let it fall to the floor and took off my one remaining sock. Naked, I walked to the end of the bed and surveyed Mom, re-hardened cock ensconced in new rubber jutting out at a sixty degree angle. Mom lay quietly, breathing not quite normal but subdued, waiting.

“What am I going to do with you?” I wondered aloud.

A smile appeared on Mom’s face but quickly disappeared. She stretched, first her arms and then her legs, the smile making a brief reappearance. She was one sexy woman and, now awakened, clearly too sexy for my father.

But not for me.

I would allow her one more orgasm before sending her to bed. Tomorrow, I would have to buy another box of rubbers.

Mom was squirming around on the bed. I arranged her robe so that it was wide open. The belt still kept Mom’s night slip pinned around her waist, leaving her lower pelvis covered only by the black, lacy panties. Funny how I hadn’t noticed their color before.

I turned the vibrator on its lowest setting and laid it on the bed between Mom’s legs. She immediately closed them in search of it but couldn’t close her thighs enough to reach it. I reached under the bed and retrieved my next toy. The whip.

I switched on my bedside lamp and then turned off the main light, leaving the room bathed in a soft, yellow light that faded to semi-darkness just feet from the bed. Mom squirmed in anticipation. I knew she was expecting me to push the vibrator up the bed until it made contact with the quivering pussy between her legs and that made the sound of her breath sucking in, exposing her total shock when I smacked the front of her panties with the paddle, all the more thrilling. I almost came right then.

I smacked her pussy several more times in rapid succession, then held still. Mom’s breath was so ragged, so excited, it made me feel the same way but more so, if that was possible. Down came the other end of the whip, landing the tassels on Mom’s panties. Slowly, I dragged them up the curve of her mound and onto her belly, letting the tails pool in her navel, and then slipped them away.

Several times, I pushed the vibrator up to Mom’s panties, teased her briefly, then pulled it away. I kept this up for quite some time, occasionally smacking her panties with the paddle, or dragging the tassels across her mound, before landing the vibrator on her sex and depressing the throb button for a long grind. She almost came and growled when I yanked it away.

The paddle landed on Mom’s erect nipples next. A half dozen slaps to each one ensured they were fully extended, each one standing up like a miniature cock. I dragged the tassels around Mom’s face and neck and she preened underneath, caressing them as much as it caressed her. The tassels trailed down Mom’s neck and between her breasts. Three quick paddles followed on her panties and then the vibrator was applied.

I pressed and rubbed the vibrator on Mom’ panties for five or six seconds, withdrew for ten or twenty, over and over again. Every once in a while, I would depress the throb button, or smack her pussy, or tickle it with the tassels. Mom never knew what was coming.

Eventually, and much later, I decided to let Mom come. I dropped the pussy whip and applied the vibrator to her pussy, keeping the throb button constantly depressed, rubbing all over her panties. As Mom wrenched her body about, desperately trying to pull away while at the same time attempting to capture the vibrator’s tip, I did something that shocked me.

I leaned over Mom’s writhing torso and closed my mouth over an erect nipple, sucking it and its covering night slip deep into my mouth. Despite all I had done, this was an incredibly overt, sexual act, performed by my body on hers, not by a baton, vibrator, paddle, tassel or other piece of equipment. This was my mouth operating directly on Mom’s tit.

Mom started coming with the first suck and I began filling the condom at the same time. The ropes strained as Mom tried to put her arms around me and, upon failing, arched her back to thrust her nipples even deeper into my mouth. Both of Mom’s tits were soaking by the time we were done and when I rose up to a sitting position, I could see two large wet spots surrounding her nipples.

I pulled the belt free from Mom’s waist and dragged her night slip down until it covered her thighs. After untying Mom’s ankles, I did her wrists, then removed all the cuffs. I pulled the robe closed around Mom, slipped the belt through the loops and cinched it tight around her waist.

Then I did something else that surprised me. I leaned over Mom and kissed her on the lips.

After that, I pulled Mom to her feet and walked her to the door, then gently nudged her into the hallway, said goodnight and closed my door.

I slept in the next day. I realized it was Tuesday but instead of rushing down for breakfast, I smiled lazily, turned over, and soon fell back to sleep. When I did get up, I showered and put on my uniform before sauntering downstairs. Dad was long gone and Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping from a half-empty coffee cup. The breakfast dishes were still on the table, with Mom’s plate holding the crust from her toast. I always wondered as a child why I had to eat my crust and she didn’t.

“You don’t need to mow the lawn today, dear,” Mom commented without bothering to look up.

I surveyed her for a moment without replying. She was dressed in her most fifty-ish outfit yet. A starched yellow blouse was tucked into a high-waisted, long brown skirt and her toes, peeking through the ends of her shoes, were covered by hose. I couldn’t discern any darker color underneath the blouse and all the buttons save one were done up. No black, lacy bra today.

“No, I think I’ll mow it,” I answered, “and do my laundry too.”

Mom looked up at that and frowned. “Suit yourself,” she replied as she turned her attention back to her Kindle. She drained her coffee cup and held it out, obviously expecting me to refill it.