What Would Your Mother Say about This?! (ff/FF)

[AlexUSA3]

I promised this story for @BOUND-BONUS and purposefully decided to explore new characters whom were established in my universe but never shown playing TUGs before, except for Joy Alexandra Fredericks. I hope you enjoy this one.

What Would Your Mother Say about This?!
Saturday, December 21, 2013

There were 3 cousins born in 1996, all named Joy. This one’s about a girl named Joy Alexandra Fredericks and her big sister, Erika. Joy was a precocious girl in many regards, with the greatest of her feats being high school basketball stardom that translated into playing college basketball at the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign. Despite these things, we’ll focus on an adventure from when the basketball star was in high school.

Joy had a distinct style. She was the cool kid on the block, the kind that had steel chains hanging out of the pockets of black jeans and black fingerless gloves. She might have had a white t-shirt with a white-and-black flannel button-down long-sleeve shirt. She might have worn a bandana to hold her hair back in a kerchief. Of course it wasn’t black! It was split color, half black and half white. She would have been cool alone, but this was picked up from her Cool cousin who lived just a couple of miles away from her. Black canvas sneakers made her awesome. When hanging out with family and planning mischief, why not have fun and look the part? Also unsurprisingly, she was the tallest girl in the house, standing at 5’9.5”, and she’s proud of that .5 part of her height too. A strong frame, bright blue eyes, and long blonde hair were accompanied by a distinctly strong thinness.

Erika Fredericks was also an athlete, but Erika wasn’t blessed with a college scholarship from her athleticism to help her choose a school; she earned that pittance in her second year of college, her current year of college, and being home with her sister brought a huge smile to the lacrosse player’s face. The sisters looked a lot alike, but Erika was only 5’3”, the shortest of all the female cousins associated with the 3 cousins Joy— and their mothers too. Erika had brown hair, and her eyes were unusually green. The faces were nearly identical.

Then there’s baby sister, Brooke. The three Fredericks sisters share that appearance. Brooke’s hair was brown like Erika’s, but her eyes were blue like Joy’s. She was medium in height, just like Mom, despite being only 12 months younger than Joy. I swear it wasn’t intentional, but it’s true that poor Mom had a baby on Christmas in 1996 and then had a baby on Christmas Eve in 1997. She was a warrior, though, and Brooke was the perfect sidekick to her older sisters.

Brooke was athletic, too. In fact, all of Erika’s old lacrosse equipment became Brooke’s when it became apparent that she, too, would be a competent player of the sport. Brooke mixed Erika’s distinct feminine festivity with Joy’s playful gangster vibe. A Christmas green denim skirt, red leggings, white canvas sneakers, a white-and-red plaid button-down shirt, and the layered white and red bandanas she combined to make a stylish headband. Like Joy, a chain was hanging out of her skirt’s pocket. Say what you will, there was only playfulness on display in the vibe.

Then there was Mom, Melissa Henderson Fredericks. Mom had a bunch of gray hairs mixed in with her natural brown hair. Standing at 5’5”, Mom wasn’t the model of fitness by any means, but she was still very much a lady who let age take its course while eating healthy and not letting the desire to become lazy with age take over her behaviors. She was a proud woman, standing in blue jeans and a black turtleneck t-shirt while she walked about the house in her white socks.

Erika was the pretty girl, the one who liked looking her best. That’s why she had green leggings, a red flowy knee skirt, a white turtleneck t-shirt, red knee socks, and a red scrunchie to hold her hair in a ponytail. The Christmas green apron that she wore while enjoying herself in the kitchen was a perfect pièce de résistance. Now, I have wasted too much time setting a scene, with a majority of you just salivating for the TUGs that are the feature of this story.

“Jingle bells, jingle bells,” Erika quietly sang to herself, unaware of the unfolding treachery.
“Mom, I can’t find what I’m looking for down in the basement. Could you help me?” Joy’s voice called out from below Erika and Mom’s feet, “I’m really stumped.”

The basketball player stood in the basement holding a big yellow sponge in one hand and a coil of clothesline in the other with more draped over her shoulders. This strong tall gangster had a TUG with her mother’s name written all over it, and it was no secret around the house that the gangster outfit usually meant she was in the mood for TUGs.

“Oh, gosh, baby, Dad goes to work, and all you have on your mind is rope,” Mom laughed, “Am I able to help you? What are you looking for?” poor Mom Fredericks was clueless here.
“Yeah, Ma,” Brooke giggled, “We found it,” and then she deadpanned, “We needed you.”
“Well,” Mom tapped a finger on her chin, “Even if I scream, you’ll have me bound and gagged before Erika comes down to see the commotion. I guess that means I’ll surrender.”

Brooke loved playful banter so much that she had to be reminded that captives need gags to shut them up before they call for help. That’s why Joy had the sponge, so that she could just outright silence Mom with that, four wraps of red vet wrap as a cleave gag, and six wraps of the same red vet wrap as an OTM gag. It stuck to itself and ensured the sponge would stay in the 50 year-old woman’s mouth. Yes, the sisters are kidnapping their 50 year-old mother; you read that right.

The basement was where TUGs and parties alike happened. It was big, finished, and connected to the outside because of the natural slope of the home. It had a massive kitchen with a stacked double oven for baking Christmas cookies and preparing meals. There was room to hold scores of guests as needed. It was the perfect place to kidnap someone for fun, especially when Dad’s at work. The soft gray carpet in the “family room” portion of the basement and soft blue walls made the space welcoming to all, and it felt like a natural playspace for the girls and Mom.

The ropes wrapped Mom’s body in a constrictive bind from which escape would be a long, hard struggle if victory were to be claimed. Like that would happen in front of her captors though! I don’t know about you, but that’s just not too likely. Mom’s elbows came right together with ease after 30-something years of playing TUGs and being naturally flexible. Elbow and wrist bonds were a tight and effective start. Brooke always enjoyed this part, and Joy tied Mom’s ankles and thighs. Then came the trade because Baby Sister enjoyed tying legs while Big Sister enjoyed the work that went into making detailed harnesses and effective waist ropes (you had to be an adult in this household to both create and receive a crotch rope).

Mom watched the ropes go above and below her breasts while her glasses-wearing middle child trussed her up. There was some opportunity for teasing just because Mom and Brooke had the, ahem, biggest busts in the family. Again, Mom and Erika were allowed to do certain things that Brooke and Joy were not allowed to do, but the younger sisters sure could tease about sizes. It felt like a scene out of a sitcom, but I won’t get into the specifics. Joy’s harness work was about being tight and inescapable through perfect cinching. Brooke tied Mom’s knees and upper thighs while all this happened; Brooke had no problem getting her fingers in between Mom’s legs for it.

“There,” Joy said while the sisters kissed their captive on the cheeks, “Nice and stuck.”
“I think she likes it!” Brooke couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of their helpless mother.
“Well, silly, of course she does. She’s been playing these games for how long?!”
“Yeah, well, she got kidnapped by her strong baby girls, too. Boom! Sister!”
“That’s our style,” the older sister flashed her hands in a mock gang sign, “She got taken down!”
“That’s it!” the younger one got into the moment, “Because we are winners and we know it!”
“What would your mother say about this?!” Erika interrupted the moment.

Standing there with her arms crossed was the eldest sister, the college student. Her eyes had both approval and disapproval on them, and she walked up to Mom while shaking her head. She took her mother’s chin and pulled it up so Mom was looking her in the eyes. Again, disapproval. She pushed her mother down to her side on the sofa; Mom loved a dominant Erika best of all.

The sisters, however, were divided. The two younger ones flashed their “gang sign” to Erika, as if that was intimidating. All it did was make them look like two pale-skinned Minnesota natives who’d watched too much television. Those green eyes stared at the blue-eyed girls with such a stern demeanor that it seemed like they’d actually done something wrong, but they hadn’t. That was part of the game, and Erika slowly circled her younger sisters.

Mom first played TUGs when she was 9 or so. As each girl got to about 10–12 years old, Mom would take them aside in a private moment and explain TUGs to them. Each girl got the talk as a girl mature enough to understand the importance of safety and to make it clear that Mom had played the games for decades. They could only play and discuss TUGs with those who shared the game with them. That meant Mom and Erika alone at first. Then Joy joined them. Finally, two years after Joy, Brooke joined them. It was their dynamic, and the house rule was that they were to play away from their father’s eyes. That meant they could play upstairs only when Dad was at work, which wasn’t too much to ask, really. TUGs had been part of Erika’s life for over 10 years at this point, and they’d held to Mom’s rules and played TUGs in love and laughter.

“Our mother would say, ‘Mmmmmphh!’” Joy got right in Erika’s face, “Right, Mother?”
“Mmmmmphh!” Mom replied and burst into laughter into the big sponge in her mouth.
“C’mon, sis,” Brooke’s gangster was in full force now, “Let’s take her out!”
“Oh, geez, here we go with this gangster stuff again! Your cousin’s a bad influMMMPH!”
“That’s it, my dear,” Joy shoved a second sponge into her big sister’s mouth with a laugh.
“Mmmmmmmmphhhhhhh!” Erika was unable to prevent the tight elbow and wrist ties.

Erika was tied up in that same manner, but with white vet wrap used to hold the big sponge deep in her mouth. She received a harness and a waist rope just like her mother. Her legs were tied at the ankles, knees, and thighs. Erika looked at her mother, and they exchanged pathetic gag talk. The big sponges did an effective job at silencing both of them. Being bound and gagged wasn’t sufficient though; the captives had to endure the most miserable of miserable experiences.

The younger daughters again did their embarrassing gang sign routine. They had their own gang signs they flashed when victorious in scenes, and this time was no different. Out came the hands in the mocking patterns that showed just how clueless yet simultaneously aware they were. They had a distinct charm in performing their dance, but it was a strange one. Chains clinked, and the older of the captors generally seemed to be a bit too much into the game which she was playing. It was apparent to all, and had been for years, that the over the top outfits were a bizarre cosplay.

The captors then each sat down with a captive and snapped a selfie. Such wasn’t ordinary in the TUGs they played, but it was perfect for the vibe they were creating. It was an inside joke that’d make for funny memes being sent within their private mother-daughters chat room. Joy loved to pause to enjoy moments like this; these were the moments where their love could naturally flow without restraint, pun intended.

“Mmmmmmmm,” even while bound and gagged, a mother has nothing but love for her children.
“I love you, too, Mom,” Brooke hugged her mother tightly, “Making memories with you is fun.”

It was a simple adventure, but it was one that they’d never forget either because of those sparkly eyes and fun personalities. They had their love, and they’d always have it. That can’t be stolen from them, even if they were often busy stealing each other. But, that’s TUG love for you.

THE END

[BOUND-BONUS]

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[zarquon]

Nice story, thank you!

[AlexUSA3]

Thank you very much!!!

My pleasure

Nice story, thank you!

I'm glad others enjoyed reading it much like I enjoyed writing it.