Handcuff Seduction

I arrive home and toss the car keys on the table. ‘Mom, I’m back.’

‘Did they catch the train?’

‘Yes, no problem. Dad and I even had time for a quick drink in the buffet.’

I collapse onto the sofa as you walk in from the kitchen and sit opposite me. Not for the first time I cast my eyes over your face and body and marvel at your sexiness.

‘Good,’ you say. ‘Your gran rang ten minutes before you returned to check everything was fine.’

‘Yes, fine. I’m going for a shower, Mom. Want to watch a DVD?’

‘That would be wonderful Chris. It’s been ages since it was just the two of us.’

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You’re sitting in your usual spot on the sofa and look up as I enter the lounge. ‘Oh, you’re in your dressing gown.’

‘Yes, Mom, I’m off to bed after the film.’

I settle next to you and you give me an affectionate kiss on the cheek. ‘Gran’s so excited at knowing Claire is on her way,’ you say. ‘Such a shame they live so far away. She misses her granddaughter.’ You press the remote to start the DVD and rest your head on my shoulder. ‘This is good,’ you whisper. ‘Just us two.’

‘Mom, I need to talk. It’s kinda serious.’

‘OK, son. What’s it about?’ Your eyes are on the TV screen watching the warning about illegal copies of movies.

‘It started just after Claire was born and you came back from the hospital.’

You put the DVD on pause ‘What about it? You have me curious.’

‘It was a few weeks after my eighteenth birthday. Didn’t understand what was happening to me. You recall when the midwife came to the house because you weren’t able to breast feed Claire?’

‘Yes, she was struggling to suckle.’

‘You opened your blouse … the bra undid at the front. You unfastened it and lifted your breasts out.’

You turn to face me. ‘Son, that was normal. Because Claire wasn’t getting my milk, the midwife was checking my teats … but maybe you shouldn’t have been watching.’

‘Hm, maybe, but it was amazing. You being naked gave me a funny feeling in my stomach.’

‘I’m sorry you were watching, but I’m sure those feelings were natural. It’s ok, Chris.’

‘But, the thing is, you didn’t put them away after the midwife left and I couldn’t stop gazing at them. They were beautiful and … they still are.’

You chuckle. ‘I would hope so, it wasn’t that long ago. Look son, I think I understand. Obviously, boys have urges and are curious about women. As you get older you’ll find out more I’m sure.’

‘Mom, you’re right, but the point is now I understand. I have … I have sexual feelings for you. Can’t stop fantasising about being in your bed and playing with your boobs.’

You blush and clearly you’re shaken by what I’ve told you, so probably don’t notice I’ve moved so our bodies are touching.

‘You musn’t fantasise about me … really, you shouldn’t … it may be natural but …’

I’m tight up against you on the sofa with your right arm trapped between our bodies. I put my arm around your shoulders. ‘Can I kiss you, Mom?’

‘No! Oh son … oh, oh’ I suspect, to take your mind of what’s happening, you absent mindedly pick up the remote from your lap and shut off the TV. ‘No, Chris … this has gone far enough … sorry, but …’

I grab your free hand and transfer it to my hand, the one around your shoulders. You’re helpless, but my right hand is free to roam. ‘Just one kiss … please’

‘Chris, what are doing? Don’t hold me so tight. … oh … ok, just one kiss, if you promise to behave.’

Our mouths meet and my tongue pushes against your lower lip. I groan with pleasure. You return the kiss, but won’t part your lips to allow my tongue to play in your mouth and, almost immediately, you break away. My fingers grip your chin and I kiss you again. This time with short, tender kisses. After each kiss, I pull back an inch or two, then my lips are back on yours. Nothing demanding and no tongues, just gentle brushes of my lips against your lower lip and then, your top lip. Time stops and the only noise is our heavy breathing and the occasional sigh.

When you pull back, your eyes are closed and your face has a soft glow. You open your eyes and almost smile at me. ‘Son, I don’t feel right about this intimacy, but the way you kiss me excites me and maybe, maybe, because it’s so undeniably wrong, it’s even more thrilling.’

This time, you kiss me. Our kisses are firm, our mouths pressed hard together, less tender, replaced with passion, such passion you don’t notice my errant fingers undoing the middle buttons of your blouse. You don’t notice what I’m doing until my hand slides inside and captures your left breast.

You pull your lips from mine and look down at my hand’s invasion. ‘Oh son … ohhhh …. No, ohhhhh.’

‘Darling Mum, I’ve never been so excited. How I’ve longed for this.’ I pull down the lace cup and groan at the feel of your bare flesh.

‘Ohhhhh …. Oh son … oh, shit … don’t … ohhh.’

I pull on the nipple and roll it around. ‘Mom, is this what I should do to your nipple? Do you like it?’

‘Stop, you must stop … this instant.’

It’s clear you aren’t going to make it easy for me. I need to go to the next stage. I retrieve the handcuffs from the pocket of my dressing gown and snap one cuff on the wrist I’m holding.

Your head shoots around. You stare at the handcuff. ‘What … where?’

‘Recognise them? Sorry, Mom, I borrowed them from Dad’s bedside cabinet.’

Your face is flaming, part embarrassment and, judging from the expression on your face, even more fury.

I half turn and raise your right arm so both wrists will be manacled. You struggle, fighting me as I lift your arm. I’m in no hurry as the exertion causes your breasts to bounce behind the confines of your blouse. Such a wonderful sight. Eventually, you tire and accept defeat. I manacle the other wrist.

‘Comfortable?’ I enquire.

There’s no answer, but you look over your shoulder as my hand searches behind the sofa. From a hook in the wall, I retrieve the cord tied to the base of the sofa in the early hours of the night. I fasten it around the handcuff chain. ‘That’s to stop you bringing your hands over your head.’

I’m unable to comprehend the thrill of having my darling Mom at my mercy, so wonderfully vulnerable. My hands tremble with excited lust as they close around your boobs. They’re not massive, but my hands struggle to cover their expanse. You struggle again, but it’s pointless as I grope them. I straddle your knees and take full advantage of your helplessness, squeezing them through the soft material, kissing the outside of your blouse, trying to control my excitement after waiting so long.

I gaze into your eyes as I pull the blouse out of your skirt, but you avoid mine. I so wanted us to share this superb experience, but it seems I’ll be disappointed. I undo the remaining buttons, each one sending a thrill through my body as I get nearer to seeing you topless. I’ve waited so long to undress you. I open the two halves of your blouse and pull down the other bra cup. ‘Mum, they’re not as big as they were, but they’re still large and amazing. Oh Mum, you’re beautiful.’

For the next few minutes, I play with them, hold them, stroke and kiss them all over, even lift them so I can kiss the underside. Despite your anger at me, your nipples have swollen and are firm to the touch. I lift your breasts and suckle you, which is when your breathing becomes a tad heavier. As my tongue teases your teat I look into your face. Your head rests against the sofa and your eyes are closed as I tenderly suckle you.

‘Ohhhhhh son … oh!’

‘Darling mother. What were you thinking while I was gazing at your breasts just over a year ago?’

‘I was thinking what I’m thinking now. We shouldn’t be doing it. It was wrong for you to stare at your mother’s breasts and I should have known better than allow you.’

‘Maybe, but you didn’t stop me and I watched you for a long, long time.’

‘It was stupid of me,’ you admit. ‘I watched you ogling my boobs and I confess, yes, it made me feel good.’

I stroke my hand over the swell of your breast and pull on your nipple as I roll it. ‘Does this make you feel good as well?’

You sigh. ‘Oh son … yes … but …but … please don’t.’

‘OK, if you’re sure.’ I turn your face toward me and place tender, but passionate kisses on your mouth. You kiss me back, but pull away afterwards.

‘Why do you resist me, Mum? I want to give you pleasure. Please. I want you to enjoy what I’m doing to you.’

‘Because it isn’t right. Please uncuff me, Chris. If we stop now, I promise it will be forgotten. I accept you’ve had this desire for me all these years and now you’ve taken what you want, release me.’

I stand up and undo the cord around my waist and shed my dressing gown. Your eyes watch every move. Underneath, I’m wearing tight Adam briefs, the only underwear to contain my erection. I pull them down and my cock is released.

Your mouth drops open as you gaze at the solid pole which is aimed at your face.

‘Oh, Son, I wish you hadn’t done that. This is getting out of hand.’

‘That’s due to you Mom. It’s your body. It’s amazing. I didn’t tell you before, but I used to fantasize. I’d stand by the side of your bed and you’d wake and sit up. Take me with both hands and wank me until I came all over your boobs. Was that bad to think that way?’

‘Oh son, yes and no.’ You shake your head from side to side. ‘I don’t think you should fantasize about me … but maybe it’s ok. I don’t know, I really don’t.’ You pause and it’s clear, you’ve thought of something. ‘Chris, do you want me to do that now? I can see you’re over excited, but if you release me from the cuffs I’ll be able to satisfy you. Will you let me go then?’

My hands grasp your knees and before you can close your legs I kneel between them. ‘I appreciate the offer, Mom, but I want to give you pleasure as well.’

There’s a look of panic on your face as I pull up the hem of your skirt until it rests just below your bra.

‘No son! No you musn’t. Now you’re going too far … no. Please Chris, you can’t.’

I pull down your tights. Not an easy job with you sitting on them, but I manage. ‘But a moment ago, you were offering to wank me. Can’t I do the same for you?’