Like Mother Like Son (F/self F/FM)

[suedenym]

The scent of rain-soaked earth filled the air as a gentle breeze whispered through the open kitchen window. Suzanne, her mind a whirl of curiosity and anticipation, glanced at the clock. It was well past midnight, and the quirt of the house was broken only by the occasional creak of a floorboard and the distant hum of the refrigerator. She had spent the evening scrolling through online articles and forums, her cheeks flushing as images of bound and restrained figures danced across the screen of her laptop.

Her breath grew shallow and her pulse quickened as she thought of the leather and latex accessories hidden in her cupboard. She had been meticulous in her preparations, ensuring each strap and cuff was laid out just so. Suzanne had always been a curious soul, but since discovering her son's secret fascination with bondage when he did not clear his browser, she found herself drawn to the allure of submission and control in a way she had never anticipated.

Two days passed.

With trembling hands, she began to dress in her new ensemble, slipping the sleek, black latex over her skin. It clung to her like a second layer, squeezing her boobs, leaving her arms bare and hervlegs naked from mid thigh, clinging yo hrr, highlighting her voluptuous figure and making her feel both vulnerable and powerful. The sound of the material stretching and the chill around her thighs sent shivers down her spine. She felt a thrill of excitement as she bound herself, her body tightening with every new restriction. The belts around her legs and chest felt like a warm embrace, holding her in place, leaving her at the mercy of her own desires. Even her toes were biund in a leather tie attached to her ankles and stretching hrr bare soles.

The pannel gag with built in ball stuffed her mouth and the felt lines soft leather blindfold covered her eyes plungungbher into darkness. The hinged wrist cuffs proved to be more challenging than she expected, especially blindfolded with her aems biund to her sides abive the elbow. After several frustrating attempts, she managed to lock them in place, and kicked the keys just out of range with her heels.

She had set her phine’s alram for one hiur and spent a fantastic 45 minutes wriggling and struggling before yhe alarm sounded and she wrighled to reach the keys with her toes, but to her horror, she had positioned the keyholes pointing up, away from her fingers, completely out of reach. Panic set in briefly, but she pushed it down, reminding herself that it was all just a game. Her heart raced as she tried to shed the blindfold and ball gag, the latter making her saliva pool in her mouth and drool slightly. She took a deep breath, feeling the tension in her chest and the cold ball pressing against her teeth.

Her thoughts raced as she considered the situation. The house was empty, or so she thought. Her son and his girlfriend had gone out for the evening, not expecting to return until the early hours of the morning. She had the house to herself, a rare treat in her newfound hobby. But what if they came home early? The thought of being caught in this state sent a thrill through her, but she didn’t want to ruin their relationship. She had to get out of these binds.

With a grunt of effort, she tried to bring her hands up to her face, but the steel cuffs held firm, the cold metal of the lock digging into her wrists. She shifted her weight, feeling the leather bite into the skin of her legs as she leaned over, the ball gag stretching her jaw and making her drool even more. The smell of latex filled the room as she squirmed, the material sticking to her skin. She could feel the latex of her dress sticking to her dampened thighs.

The sound of her struggles echoed through the empty house, a symphony of muffled grunts and the squeaking of the leather against the hardwood floor. Time meant nothing as she contorted herself into impossible positions, completely loosing track,of where the keys were as she struggled, trying to get the key holes within her grasp. Each attempt was met with failure, her arms straining and her breath coming in ragged gasps. The thrill of the situation had turned into a gnawing anxiety, even fear.

Her legs, bound together with the leather belts, felt like they were on fire. The friction from her movements had caused the material to cut into her flesh, despite the sweat worked up, leaving red marks that would surely bruise by morning. Yet she couldn’t stop, the panic growing with every second that ticked away, yet eventually she collapsed exhausted. She tried to prop herself up against the sofa as she gaspef and tried to plan her next move.

The sound of the front door opening made her heart jump. It was too early for her son and his girlfriend to be back, wasn’t it? She of course had no sense of time. An hour since she had begun to tie herself up but how long had she struggled for? She held her breath, trying to listen over the thundering in her chest. The door closed with a gentle click, and she heard the low murmur of voices. Panic surged through her, her limbs tightening against the restraints.

Toby’s voice was unmistakable, but it was the sound of his girlfriend Wendy’s laughter that sent a chill down her spine. Suzanne had never met her before, but she knew the sound from the few times they had spoken over the phone.

"What the hell?" Toby's voice boomed, filled with a mix of shock and horror.

Suzanne's eyes widened in terror beneath the blindfold as she heard the unmistakable thunder of her son's footsteps approaching. "Mom?" he gasped, his voice tight with disbelief, running to remove the gag. “Are yiu Ok? What happened?”

Wendy's gaze lingered on the sight before her, curiosity piqued as she took in the sleek lines of the latex and the intricate belts and cuffs that held Suzanne caltive, the pannel gag and soft leather blondfold. "Toby, wait," she said, placing a hand on his arm, her voice low and measured. "Look at her. She's dressed like that on purpose."

“What?”

“I know where you get your kinky side from.”

“What?”

“She’s in a fetish dress, tied up with top quality new bindage kit.”

Toby’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his mother, bound and blindfolded, dressed in latex and leather. He felt his face flush with a mix of embarrassment and confusion. "Mom?" He choked out, his hand moving to her shoulder, the coldness of the metal cuffs jolting him out of his shock.

“Did you do it yourself or is your biyfriend around somewhere?”

The words barely registered through the fog of embarrassment and fear that enveloped Suzanne. She squirmed and writhed, trying to convey her predicament without the use of words. The coolness of the metal cuffs against her skin seemed to burn as she felt the weight of Toby's hand on her shoulder.

“Felf!” She managed to squeak round her gag, her cheeks bright crimson.

"Oh shit," Toby murmured, his face a picture of shock. He knew that his mother had been going through a bit of a phase since her divorce, but he had never expected this. He looked over at Wendy, who was eyeing the cuffs with a knowing smirk.

"Toby, please," Wendy said, her voice a mix of amusement and excitement. "You know how much you enjoy this. Just get your stuff and help her out."

“What?”

“Get your kit and strip to your shorts. You and mum will have some quality binding time together.”

Toby stood there, frozen, his brain trying to process the situation. His mother, his mother was in a fetish dress, bound , gagged and blindfolded, and his girlfriend was telling him to join in. His cheeks flushed red as he looked at his mom, her chest heaving with panic, her face dehumanised, eyes and mouth hidden behind leather bands. Then Wendy pitbher arms around him, kissed him and he knce again became putty in her arms.

3 minutes kater, wearing inly a tiny pair of black spedo trunks Toby returned carrying a bag of ropes. Wendy had removed her shoes and was innjust her blaxk tights, denim skirt and gihhtbred top as she yickled Suzanne’s bare feet.

"Wendy, what are you doing?" Toby’s voice was still thick with shock.

"I'm just getting to know your mom a little better," Wendy replied, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she traced her finger along the line of Suzanne's bare leg. "You know, it’s not every day you find out your boyfriend’s mom is into bondage."

Suzanne whimpered, trying to shrink away from the touch, but her restraints held firm. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, her breaths coming faster as she realized her situation was spiraling out of control.

Toby, his face a mix of shock and arousal, stared at the ropes in his hands. He had never imagined sharing his kink with his mother, but here he was, the firm rock of stability in his life laid out before him like a twisted gift from fate. He felt his cheeks burn, his mind racing with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

"Face down, hands behind your back," Wendy instructed him, her voice filled with a newfound authority. Toby swallowed hard, his heart racing as he complied, kneeling beside his mother. The feel of the cold, hard floor against his knees brought him back to reality with a jolt. It was nitbthe first time he had allowed Wendy to tue him uo, butbthat was usuallynin yhe bedroom, when latebts were out, here he was abiut to be trussed up alomgside his mother. “Yes Mistress Wendy.” He said, the familiar mark of submission uttered so often with his girlfriend. On hearing this remark, despite her hopless stuation, suzanne couldn’t help ht smitk behind her gag.

Toby felt the ropes bite into his wrists as Wendy worked with firm hands, the tension tightening around her skin as Wendy tied the knotsfirm and unyielding. The leather of the cuffs was cold and unforgiving on Suzanne’s skin, but she couldn't deny the excitement that was building within her, hearing the antics of Wendy and Toby, unseen. Despite the humiliation and fear, she found herself aroused by the situation, her body responding to the sensation of being so utterly at the mercy of another woman.

Wendy continued tying Toby’s ankles, knees, elbows, and chest, creating an intricate web of restraint that mirrored the one she had found Suzanne in. Her movements were swift and practiced, each knot a silent declaration of dominance. Toby couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy at his girlfriend’s skill, even as he felt his own body responding to the loss of control. The ropes wrapped around him, tight and unyielding, until he was just as helpless as his mother, lying face down on the floor beside her as Wendy funished hogtying him tightly.

Wendy began to tickle Toby’s bare feet. With a sadistic giggle, Wendy moved her attentions to Toby's ankles, tracing the ropes around them with a deft twirl of her fingers. She pulled taut, the ropes biting into his flesh as she cinched them tighter pulling his ankles closer to his wrists. Toby's body jerked, his muscles taut with the sudden sensation, his feet trying to escape her grasp. The sound of his own laughs filled the room, a stark contrast to his mother's soft giggles.

“Your feet are so ticklish. And so are your mum’s big plates if meat.”

Wendy’s words sent a shiver down Toby’s spine as she continued her ministrations, her nimble fingers dancing over the sensitive skin of his ankles. Suzanne’s muffled squeals of protest filled the room, her body squirming and straining against the leather straps that bound her as finger nails scraped her soles. Wendy’s eyes glinted with excitement, her own breath growing ragged as she watched them both, the thrill of power making her cheeks flush.

“Kiss your mummy’s feet.”

The command was unexpected, jolting Toby out of his tickle-induced laughter. He turned his head, his cheek pressing into the cold floor, to see Wendy’s smiling face above him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. His mother’s bare, bound feet were just a few inches away, the leather toe cuffs stark against her pale skin stretched the weinkled skin smooth. The thought of kissing them, of being so close to her in such a vulnerable and submissive position, made his heart race even more than the tickling had.

With a trembling breath, he leaned over and pressed his lips to the soft arch of his mother’s foot. The smell ofsweat and leather washed over him as he kissed her, feeling the cold metal of the buckles against his nose. The action was strange, yet strangely intimate, and he couldn’t deny the sheer absurdity of the situation as he burst out laughing and plaved a kiss on her bound big toes.

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