(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 16 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

“Mom! I’m home!” Curt called as he came in the kitchen door, having just been dropped off by one of his friends. He had just finished his afternoon baseball practice with his high school team and was still in his practice uniform to include his cleats, so he made sure to come in the back door. He stopped in the door and took off his cleats, dropping them outside on the back porch, then closed the door and padded across the kitchen floor in his socks to get a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. Then he walked out of the kitchen and through the house to find his mom, Shelly, and let her know he was home before he took his shower.

He half expected to run into his younger sister, Penny, but apparently she either hadn’t gotten home from school yet or she was over at one of her friend’s houses, doing whatever it is that 16-year-old girls do. He walked through the living room without finding his mom, then went down the hallway headed towards her room. He had to pass by his father’s home office on the way, and when he did he saw out of the corner of his eye that his mom, Shelly, was at the computer, watching a video, her back to the door and a pair of ear buds in her ears. He stopped at the door and stuck his head inside to call out to her.

“Hey, Mom I’m... holy shit!” Curt said as he saw what was on the video screen.

His mom was watching porn, but not just any porn. She was watching bondage porn, the screen filled with the image of a woman tied up with her arms behind her back, lying face down on a bed while a big, strapping man with a cock the size of a telephone pole railed her from behind.

Curt stood there, frozen in place, without saying a word for several moments. Then he ducked out of the doorway and walked quietly to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. He was sure that his mom didn’t know he had seen her and what she was watching. As he stripped out of his clothes and took a shower he couldn’t stop thinking about his mom sitting there watching a bondage video. He’d seen a few of them in his 17 years, but he didn’t understand it at all. He had no idea what either the man or the woman got out of it, but obviously his mom did. If not she wouldn’t have been watching it on the computer, would she? When he came out of his room after getting dressed he found his mom in the kitchen, sitting at the small table in the breakfast nook having a cup of coffee.

‘I’m surprised she’s not smoking a cigarette, too!’ he thought to himself, stifling a laugh.

“Hi, Mom,” he said as he came into the room, walking over to the refrigerator to get another bottle of water.

“Oh, hi, honey, I didn’t know you were home,” she said, a little nervously.

“I got home about half an hour ago,” he said, opening the bottle of water and taking a drink. “I called out to you but I guess you didn’t hear me,” he said, sitting down at the table across from her.

“No, I guess not,” she said, wondering if he’d seen her watching porn on the computer. A moment later her worst fears were realized.

“Mom, were you really watching bondage porn?” he asked, looking into her eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spy or anything like that. I just stuck my head into Dad’s office to let you know I was home and saw what you were watching on the computer. You had headphones on so you didn’t hear me,” he said.

“That’s okay, honey,” she said, looking down at the coffee cup in her hands. “You must think I’m a very bad person, huh?” she said, not looking up at him.

“No, no, not at all!” he said quickly, feeling guilty about making her feel bad. He loved his mom more than anything in the world and would never even think about doing anything to hurt her feelings, and he was afraid he’d done just that. He reached out and took her hand, holding on to it as he continued.

“Hell, everybody watches porn, Mom, and I mean everybody,” he said, trying to make her feel better. “I was just a little surprised to see what kind of porn you were watching,” he said.

“Have you ever watched that kind of porn?” she asked, looking up at him, still a little nervous.

“Yeah, once or twice, maybe, but I just don’t get it,” he said, still holding her hand.

“You don’t get what, honey?” she asked.

“I don’t get what the big attraction is for either the one getting tied up or the one doing the tying up,” he said. “I just don’t understand it at all,” he said.

“Well, let me see if I can explain it to you, then,” she said, letting go of his hand and clasping her hands on the table in front of her. “The man – or whoever is applying the bondage – gets aroused by applying the bondage to his or her partner. There’s something about the act of restraining another person that gets their endorphins flowing, and that increases their arousal,” she explained.

‘Boy, she really sounds like she knows what she’s talking about! I wonder if she ... nah, not her! Not my mom!’ he thought to himself as she continued.

“The woman – or the person being restrained – gets aroused as well, the act of being restrained getting his or her endorphins flowing as well, also adding to his or her sexual arousal,” she said.

“And after that, after the person being restrained has been ... restrained,” he said, smiling, “then what? What happens next?” he asked, genuinely ignorant in this area.

“Well, usually after that, the two people engage in sex of one kind or another until one or both of them reach orgasm,” his mom explained, again sounding like she knew far more about this than she should.

“I see. Huh,” he said, sitting back in his chair and thinking about what his mom had just explained to him. After a moment he spoke again, looking over at her as he did.

“I understand what you’re saying, Mom, but I still don’t get it,” he said, taking a drink from his bottle of water. “I still don’t understand why it’s arousing for either of the people involved,” he said.

“You’ve never tried it, then?” she asked, much calmer than before.

“Me? No, I’ve never tried it. Never thought about it, actually,” he said.

“Maybe you should,” she said, her voice a little softer. She hadn’t had a chance to cum herself after watching the video; just as she was getting ready to take care of that she heard his shower running and knew that he was home, so that prevented her from doing what she was going to do – namely, pull out “James,” her big ultrarealistic dildo, and use him to make herself cum. She had a very high sex drive fueled by an overactive libido to begin with, and not being able to satisfy herself after watching the video had left her sex drive idling at high speed. She was desperate to satisfy herself, and figured that maybe this was the way to do it.

If she could get him to go along with it, that is.

“Maybe I should what? Think about it?” he asked.

“Maybe you should try it,” she said, her voice still soft as she looked him in the eyes. The look of surprise on his face was to be expected, so she was ready for it when it came.

“Yeah, right! With who, Mom? I don’t know anybody who’s into that kind of thing, so just who would I try it with?” he asked, not expecting the answer he got.

“Me,” she said, looking him in the eyes.

“You?” he said, more than a little surprised at her answer. “Sure, you watch the videos and all, but you don’t really do it, do you, Mom?” he asked, looking into her eyes as he waited for an answer.

“Mom? Do you?” he asked again when she didn’t answer after a few moments.

“Yes, honey, I do,” she replied, her voice soft and even. “Your father and I have been practicing bondage for some time now, and I must say that he’s quite good at it,” she said, a smile creeping over her face.

“No! Dad? You and Dad? Bondage? Really?” he said, astounded.

“Yes, honey, your father and I practice bondage together,” she said, smiling.

“And you want ... me ... you want me to try it ... with you?” he asked, his voice lower now, a look of shock and surprise on his face.

“Yes, honey, I think you should try it, and I think you should try it with me,” she said.

“But Mom, you’re my mom...” he said, still trying to take it all in.

“Who better to have your first bondage experience with than someone you know and love, someone you can trust to make sure it’s done right and, most importantly, not tell anyone else about it?” she asked, a sincere look on her face. Curt looked at her for a moment before replying, and when he did reply he could hardly believe the words that came out of his mouth.

“Well, yeah, I guess you’ve got a point,” he said, nodding. “After all, who better than you for all the reasons you said ... right, Mom?” he asked, looking over at her.

“Right,” she said, nodding and smiling. “So, honey, are you up for it?” she asked, looking him in the eyes. Curt looked back for a few moments before replying, trying to make up his mind.

His mom was a hell of a good-looking woman, and more than once he’d caught himself staring at her, especially when they were at the beach and she was wearing a bikini. Considering that she’d had two kids and was 40 years old Curt thought that she looked damned good. She stood about 5’8” tall with short wavy black hair, and if Curt had to guess at her weight he would have guessed around 115, which in reality was only a few pounds off. Her body was trim for a mother of two, with just a little bit of padding in all the right places, a holdover from when she had kids.

Another holdover that both he and his father loved was the size of her breasts. Her breasts had gotten bigger by a full cup size when she was pregnant with Curt, going from a ‘C’ cup to a ‘D’ cup, but when she’d gotten pregnant with his sister Penny, her breasts had ballooned all the way up to an ‘F’ cup. Sixteen years later she was still a ‘DD’ cup, bordering on an ‘E’ cup, something that Curt knew from sneaking a look at her bra in the dirty clothes hamper one day when he was curious about just how big his mom’s big tits were.

So it didn’t take long at all for Curt to make his mind up whether or not to take his mom up on her offer.

“Yeah, I’m up for it,” he said, nodding and smiling.

“Good!” Shelly said, sitting back in her chair, thrusting her tits out at him without realizing it.

“So when are we gonna do this?” he asked, taking another drink out of his water bottle.

“How about now? Your sister won’t be home for another couple of hours, and your father has to work late tonight, so we’ve got plenty of time if you want to try it now,” she said.

“Sounds good to me,” he replied, nodding again.

“Then follow me,” she said, getting up from her chair and turning to walk out of the kitchen.

As Curt got out of his chair and followed her out of the room, he noticed what she was wearing for the first time. She was wearing a shiny gold sleeveless blouse that was fairly form-fitting and a pair of black Chinos that were very form-fitting, giving him an excellent view of her full, rounded ass as she walked in front of him. He couldn’t see any visible panty lines, so she was either wearing a thong or not wearing panties at all. Curt hoped for the latter, but he’d settle for a thong. She led him to her bedroom, and he followed her in. Once in the room he stopped at the foot of the bed while his mom went over to the closet and opened the folding doors.

“Is here okay?” he asked.

“That’s fine, honey,” she replied, looking back at him as she bent over to pick something up from the floor. She came out with a black nylon bag, kind of like a range bag, then walked over to the bed and put the bag on the bed.

“Your father’s bondage bag,” she said, smiling at him.

“I see,” he said, looking at the bag and not knowing what else to say. Shelly laughed a little at his response, then unzipped the bag and began taking out rolls of black leather straps of varying sizes, all of which had chrome buckles and were secured with a rubber band to keep them from unrolling. She also pulled out a pair of wide black leather cuffs with two chrome buckles on each, linked together by a chrome snap link. Then she pulled out a leather collar with two rings on it, one on each end. He had absolutely no idea what the collar was for, but he was sure he’d find out shortly.

After Shelly finished taking the rolls of leather out of the bag she began taking off the rubber bands and unrolling them, folding them instead and laying them out on the bed. All but two of the straps were two inches wide, with those two only being about an inch wide but very long, with a snap link on each end instead of a buckle. There were 7 straps total; the two thin long ones and five others that were two inches wide and of varying lengths. When Shelly had finished laying them out she stood in front of Curt and spoke, crossing her arms over her ample chest as she did.

“Okay, before we get started there’s a couple of things you need to know,” she said, looking him in the eyes as she spoke. “First and foremost, the safe word – if I get uncomfortable, hurt, or if I think things are getting out of control, I’ll say the word ‘tabasco.’ If I say that word you are to stop whatever you are doing immediately with no questions asked. Do you understand, Curt?” she asked.

“Yes, Mom, I understand,” he replied.

“Okay, good. Another thing – if you get uncomfortable with what’s going on, you can stop at any time. Simply use the safe word, remove the straps, and walk away with no hard feelings,” she said.

“Good to know,” he said.

“Lastly, don’t worry about hurting me. I’m an old hand at this, and I know just what you can and can’t do, how tight the straps can and can’t be, and where you can and can’t safely apply them. Just listen to me, do as I tell you, and we’ll both enjoy the hell out of this. Okay, honey?” she said, giving him a smile to set his mind at east.

“Okay, Mom,” he said, returning her smile. He was excited and nervous as hell at the prospect of finally having sex with his mom, and was trying hard not to show it.

“It’s okay to be nervous, son,” she said, reaching out and running her hand along the side of his face. “You’re about to have your first bondage experience that will culminate with you having sex with your mom, so of course you’re going to be nervous. But it’s okay, honey, really it is. Just relax, think of me as just another girl you’re going to fuck, and remember that you’re in charge. Okay?” she said, her voice soft and soothing.

“Okay, Mom,” he said again.

“Good. Now tell me to take my clothes off,” she said, dropping her arms to her sides and stepping back.

“What?” he replied, taken by surprise.

“This is usually done with me being naked, and you’re in charge, so tell me to take my clothes off,” she said, smiling at him. He hesitated for just a moment before speaking.

“Take your clothes off,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, returning his smile. She stepped out of her shoes and then quickly slipped out of her blouse, pulling it up and over her head to reveal the black lacy bra beneath, tossing the blouse on the bed. Then she reached for the clasp between the huge cups of her bra, unfastening it and pulling the cups apart, slipping it from her shoulders and then tossing it on the bed with her shirt.

The sight of her big breasts took Curt’s breath away. They were round and full, obviously heavy by the way they were swinging whenever she moved. Her areolas were large and fairly dark with a big, prominent nipple in the center of each, two more holdovers from her pregnancies. Curt could already feel his cock beginning to respond in his cargo shorts, the sight of her naked breasts waking up his sleeping cock. Without pause Shelly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, quickly slipping them down over her hips, taking her thong panties with them. As she stepped out of the pants Curt got his first look at her pussy; her pubic hair was thick but neatly trimmed, and her outer lips were shaven smooth. She tossed her pants onto the bed with her shirt and bra, then turned to face him, completely naked.

“So what do you think?” she asked, turning around so that he could see all of her.

“I think you’re the hottest, sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, that’s what I think!” he said, meaning it.

“Thank you, son, I appreciate that!” she said, smiling at him. “Pick up the strap on the end,” she said, pointing at the straps that were neatly laid out on the bed. Curt did as she said, picking up the strap on the end and then turning to face her. She turned around to face away from him, putting her arms behind her back so that her forearms were lying against each other.

“Now slip the strap between my back and my arms right at my wrist, then loop it around both arms and pull it tight, fastening the buckle when you’re done” she said, holding her arms in place.

“Which wrist?” he asked.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re going to do both of them anyway, so just pick one,” she said. Curt slipped the strap between her arms and her back as she said, looping it over her arms at the wrist of her right arm, pulling it tight and then starting to buckle it.

“Tighter than that, honey,” she said, turning her head to the side so he could hear her.

“Tighter?” he asked, pausing.

“Yes, honey, tighter. You won’t hurt me, so don’t worry about that,” she said.

“Like this?” he asked, pulling the strap tighter.

“A little more,” she said, and he pulled it even tighter. “That’s good, honey, right there. Now fasten the buckle,” she said, a little breathlessly. Her endorphins were beginning to flow already, the thought of having her own son bind her up and then fuck her getting her juices flowing early.

“Now pick up the next strap and do the same to my other arm,” she said. Curt picked up the next strap and repeated what he had just done on her left wrist, tightening the strap down to the same hole as the first one.

“Now do the same thing with the next one, only in the middle of my arms this time,” she said. Curt picked up the strap and put it in place as he had done twice before, his mom moaning ever so slightly as he buckled it in place.

Suddenly Curt realized that putting the straps on his mom and tightening them up like he had done was giving him an erection. He was almost half-hard, his cock shifting in his cargo shorts as it slowly grew. Then his mom spoke again and snapped him out of his trance.

“Pick up the next strap in line and loop it around my body just above my elbows,” she said. Curt did as she said, picking up the strap and then dropping it down in front of her, looping it around her body just above her elbows as she had said. He slid the end of the strap through the buckle and pulled it tight, making sure that he didn’t pinch any of her skin in the buckle as he did. He was just about to fasten the buckle when his mom spoke again.