Perverts 'R' Us

Mommy's Boy - Part 1 - The Discovery

By VerryEvil ( sb/F, caught, b-mast )

Amanda looked at herself in the mirror and saw a rather average young woman. She was 27 years old, with long, dark blond hair and blue eyes. She was no photo model, but she wasn't ugly, either. Her breasts were of average size, still firm after giving birth to two children. She had only been seventeen when she got pregnant with Peter and nineteen when she had Lucy. John, the kids' father, and Amanda had really loved each other, but when Peter was four and Lucy two, things had changed.

Amanda had discovered that she had rather special interests when it came to sex, but John didn't share those interests. About a year later they had separated as friends. Lucy now lived with her dad in a different town, many hours' drive away, and Peter lived with Amanda. She and John had agreed that the kids could spend their holidays where they wanted, usually alternating between Mom and Dad.

The reason they separated was that Amanda had discovered an interest in bondage, or rather extreme and heavy BDSM to be exact. She was a complete submissive, a slave. Hard, tight bondage, physical and mental domination, heavy torture, humiliation, and degradation were the things that really got her pussy juices flowing.

John had no desires whatsoever in that direction, rather the opposite. Just the thought of it had been a complete turn-off for him. And when John had been offered a new job in another city, they decided to separate and let the kids live with the parent of their own choosing. Lucy had elected to live with Dad, and Peter had stayed with Amanda.

She had a rather well-paid job as a personal secretary to a very successful stock broker. The job also meant she was rather anonymous, and the money gave both her and Peter a good life. There were a few dominant men that she met on a semi-regular basis, but no one that she had really given herself to completely. She always met them at their place, just so Peter would have no way of discovering what was going on. That was something she had promised John, and she intended to keep the promise.

One of her secret dreams was to become a real 24/7 slave to a strict and cruel Master. But while her children were still young, she had no intention of fulfilling the dream. She was a submissive, but she also knew her responsibility towards her children.

She turned away from the mirror and looked out the window. It was a typical Saturday afternoon in March, rain and wind. Peter was now ten and a half, and probably in his room playing video games on his computer. Just for the fun of it, Amanda decided to sneak up on her son and see what he was playing.

They lived in a small, one-story house with a built-in garage and no basement. There were three bedrooms: Amanda's, Peter's, and Lucy's, which also doubled as the guest room, the kitchen, a dining room, a large living room, and two bathrooms. Amanda's and Peter's rooms were in the opposite ends of the house.

Amanda walked as silently as she could down the corridor so Peter would not hear her coming. Outside his door she stooped and listened. She could not hear anything through the door, so she assumed he was wearing his headset while playing. Slow and carefully, she opened the door and looked inside.

Peter was sitting by his computer, but he wasn't playing video games. The computer screen was facing the door, with Peter having his back towards her, and Amanda could clearly see what was on the large, 19-inch screen. The screen was filled with a picture of a naked woman with big breasts. The woman was bound with ropes into a very strict hogtie, lying on her side, a blindfold covered her eyes, and a big red ball-gag filled her mouth. It was also clearly visible that the woman had a large vibrator or dildo secured in her pussy.

At first Amanda was stunned. Her ten-year-old son was looking at bondage pictures, heavy bondage pictures. Her first thought was to just call out and ask what the hell he was doing, but then she noticed something. Peter was not just looking at the picture, he was masturbating to it. Since he was sitting with his back towards her, she had not noticed it at first. But now she saw the telltale movement of his right hand. She decided not to confront him right now, but to think it through first.

Back in her own room, Amanda sat down on her bed to think about what she had just discovered. Was it really that strange that Peter might be aroused by bondage? After all, he was her son, and she was into not just bondage, but extreme BDSM as well. A very perverted idea came to her mind. At first she rejected the idea, considering it sick and disgusting.

She went to the living room and sat down to watch the afternoon news. About halfway through the news the perverted idea returned, and again she dismissed it. As the rainy day crawled along, the idea came back several times, and each time it got harder and harder for her to reject it.

Late in the evening, after she had tucked Peter in for the night and she was laying in her bed reading, the idea come back again. This time she didn't reject it immediately, instead she began thinking it through.

When she was now thinking about the idea, she discovered that it aroused her. It aroused her a lot, but it still felt sick and disgusting. Maybe that was why it aroused her; humiliation and degradation were two of her biggest turn-ons. Before she knew what she was doing, she had masturbated herself to an enormous orgasm while thinking about the sick idea. As she fell asleep, she decided that she just had to do it.

The Sunday was sunny and rather warm, so Peter went outside to play with his friends. That suited Amanda just fine. While her son was out, she carefully searched his computer to find out if he had any bondage pictures saved and to see what sites he had been visiting. She knew many of the heaviest bondage and BDSM sites by heart, and she soon saw several of her own favorite sites listed in the logs on Peter's computer. Amanda found about thirty pictures hidden away in different folders, and she noticed that they all displayed really heavy bondage.

After having looked through the pictures her son had saved, she knew exactly how to execute the sick idea that was stuck in her head. She made sure Peter would not notice that she had searched his computer and left the room. There was not enough time to do the idea that day, so she decided to wait until next weekend.

The following week went by as almost every other week. Amanda didn't have any meetings with her dominant men that week, so when Saturday came she was horny as hell. The weather forecast said that there was strong possibility for rain in the afternoon, just perfect for what Amanda had planned. As long as the weather was fine, Peter would be outside playing with his friends. But if it started to rain he would come home, and Peter never brought any friends with him without asking first. After breakfast, Peter was out the door like a bullet. With a big smile, Amanda cleaned the dishes and then headed to her bedroom to get started.

She very rarely did self-bondage, the reason being that she didn't want Peter to find her tied up. But today that was exactly what she wanted. She started by taking off all her clothes, all the women in Peter's pictures had been completely naked and so would she. With her clothes gone, she brought out a large, locked suitcase from her walk-in closet. The suitcase contained all her private bondage and BDSM equipment. She had decided to use an ice padlock release, and the frozen bottle was still in the freezer.

From the suitcase, Amanda picked out all the things she would need for the session. Using thin ropes, she bound her breasts tightly until they became bulging orbs. Breast torture had always been one of her favorite punishments. After having arranged the equipment on the bed, she went to the kitchen and got the frozen bottle. She knew that it would take about five hours after it was removed from the freezer until the ice had melted enough to let her escape. A quick glance out the window told her that it would not take that long before the rain started.

Back in her bedroom, she secured the ice padlock to one of the bedposts at the head of the bed. Working quickly, she locked thick leather cuffs around her ankles, thighs and wrists, and placed a wide slave collar around her neck. That particular collar she only wore when doing self-bondage. Then she tied a rope around her waist, pulling it very tight. Next came a large stainless-steel butt plug and massive, vibrating rubber dildo. She had only used the vibrating function on the dildo once before; it made such a loud noise it could probably be heard through the whole house.

After lubricating the dildo and plug, she inserted then into her ass and pussy. Then she took a new rope and tied it to the waist rope at the back, ran the ends through her butt crack, up the front, and tied it off. The rope now pushed the dildo and plug even deeper, and also firmly secured them in place. Turning the vibrator on would be the last thing she did before securing her hands.

Next she picked up a very large ball gag and strapped it into her mouth as tight as she could. It was so big it filled her mouth completely and almost dislocated her jaw. She lay down in the middle of her bed and used ropes to secure her ankle cuffs to the lower bedposts. The bed was large, so her legs were spread wide apart, exposing her crotch. Then she attached tightening straps to her thigh cuffs and began tightening them up. This pulled her legs out towards the sides, exposing her pussy and ass even more. It also made the bondage position rather uncomfortable, just the way she liked it.

With her legs secured, Amanda lay back and began pinching her nipples. When they were hard she picked up the nipple clamps and put them on. The clamps were of a very tight variant, and they bit down hard on the sensitive skin. Amanda groaned into her gag from the pain and she could feel her pussy juices beginning to flow. Next came the blindfold. It was a very special design. From the outside it looked completely solid, but she could actually see through it quite well.

Amanda made sure the tightening straps for her wrist cuffs were within reach and then turned on the vibrating dildo. The vibration was so strong she almost had an orgasm right away. It took all her willpower to hold back until she had attached the straps to her cuffs and pulled them tight, securing her in a very tight, uncomfortable, and extremely exposing spread-eagle. As she pulled against her bonds to make sure she was completely bound, the first orgasm washed over her.

Her body shook wildly on the bed as wave after wave flowed through her, and when it subsided, she was panting hard. The thought of what she was doing, and why, combined with the strong vibrations from the massive dildo buried inside her pussy, soon brought her to another orgasm, and another, and another. Before long she had lost count on how many times she had cum.

When she finally got a little rest and could think clearly again, she noticed through the fake blindfold that the rain was pouring down outside. The meant that Peter must be home by now. Moving her head in a way that would not reveal that she could actually see through the blindfold she scanned the room, and there he was. Her ten-year-old son was standing in the shadow by the open door to her bedroom, watching his tightly bound and gagged mother squirm on the bed.

And Peter was not only watching. Amanda saw that he was jerking his small cock furiously. The sight of her preteen son masturbating while watching her bound and gagged on the bed immediately sent Amanda over the edge and into one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. Through the haze in her eyes, she saw that Peter also had a strong orgasm. His young body shook as he squirted his preteen cum onto the floor. As soon as he had cum, Peter quickly left the room.

A glance on the bedside clock told Amanda that she had about two hours left in bondage until the ice had melted enough for her to get free. She had fulfilled the sick idea that had entered her mind, to allow her son to find her tied up and hopefully jerk off at the sight. When it was about an hour left on the ice, Amanda noticed that Peter was again standing in the shadow by the open door.

She decided to put on a show for the ten-year-old boy. She began squirming around on the bed, making loud moans of pleasure and lust. Within a minute, Peter was again jerking his small cock. The sight of his mother bound and gagged in the bed, her stuffed pussy and ass completely exposed, aroused him enormously.

When he had come home, he had heard a strange noise from his mother's bedroom. Since the door was open he had walked straight in, and then stopped dead when he saw her. First he thought someone had attacked her and tied her like that, but after a quick look around he had seen the ice padlock. He recognized it from one of the free bondage sites he had visited, and knew what it was. His mother had tied herself, probably hoping that he would not be home until later in the evening.

As soon as he knew his mother had done this by herself, his small cock had grown rock hard. His own mother was into bondage, and from the way she had tied herself, she seemed to like it a lot. He had hidden himself in the shadow by the door, even though he saw that she was blindfolded.

After he had cum the first time, he quickly ran to his room, feeling very ashamed. He had masturbated while looking at his naked mother. But he hadn't been able to stop himself. She looked so incredibly hot the way she was bound and gagged. After an hour, he felt himself drawn back to her bedroom. It was like some kind of magnet was pulling him. Before he knew it, he was back in the shadow by the door, jerking his again rock-hard cock.

As Amanda squirmed on the bed, trying to put on a good show for her preteen son, she felt a huge orgasm arriving. It hit her like a speeding freight train and stars filled her mind. When she finally came down to earth again, she noticed that Peter was gone. But she was certain that there was more preteen cum on the floor by now.

About an hour later, the ice had melted enough for her to get free. And Peter had not showed up again. She released the straps and ropes from her cuffs, got up and then closed the door. Looking down at the floor, she saw several small puddles of cum where Peter had been standing. Since she was still wearing her slave collar, she decided to extend her sick and perverted idea. She kneeled down and licked the preteen sperm from the floor. It tasted different then an adult man's semen, and she really liked the taste. When the floor was clean, she quickly removed the rest of her bonds and carefully pulled out the plug and dildo.

After a quick shower, she dressed and walked into the living room. Peter was sitting in the couch watching cartoons. Amanda asked if he had been home long, and he said that he had come home just a few minutes ago. She could see a taint of blush on his cheeks when he answered her. Amanda cooked them dinner and then they watched TV together for the rest of the evening. She knew exactly when she would confront him about the pictures on his computer, and the fact the he had masturbated while looking at her. But it was not now.

When it was bedtime, she still acted like nothing had happened. She tucked her son in for the night and gave him a light kiss on the forehead. As she walked back to her own room, she was certain that Peter would masturbate to the memories of seeing her bound and gagged.

The opportunity to confront him came the following weekend. The Saturday had been fine, but the Sunday was pouring rain. In the afternoon, Amanda sneaked to Peter's room and found him jerking off to his bondage pictures. She opened the door completely and stepped into the room.

"Just what are you doing, young man?" she said with a very stern voice.

To be continued…..

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