Mom's All Tied up on Valentine's!

"Um, what's the matter?" He asked.

I paused, what should I say? "Why the hell do you have a hard on?" Was what I wanted to ask, but as sick as this was, I knew this was a delicate situation. It wasn't just about sex, somewhere, somehow, my son's wires had gotten crossed and he was seeing me as a lover would see me, not a son. If I was harsh with him it could cause problems, but I had to acknowledge it somehow.

"I think you know." I said softly. "Or should I just ask you what that's all about?"

"That?" He looked away again. "I don't know."

"You do know." I spoke in the same soft tone, trying to convey the fact I was remaining calm and seeing what he would say. "I know too, Kyle."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He stated.

"Really? You don't think I know where that came from?"

"Where what came from?" To my surprise, he had a smile playing about his lips.

I was going to reply when it hit me; this was a scenario straight out of one of those damn movies! He rubs mom's feet, she feels his hard on, pretends to be offended, but she's turned on and...I had fucked up royally. Should have never let him touch me.

"Mom?" He smiled, boldly this time. "Where did what come from?"

"We'll talk about this Sunday." I stood up to tell him this wasn't one of his fantasies and we were done here.

"We will?" The smile had vanished.

"Yes, we will. We should have talked about it before and that's my fault. But tonight's not the time. Tonight is a big night for your father and I and unfortunately you know why. So this will keep until then."

I turned away and as I walked over and grabbed my box, Kyle asked,

"Are...are you going to tell dad?"

I sighed, that was a full admission of guilt right there. If he weren't doing anything wrong he wouldn't care about Dan being involved, half the time Dan was easier on him than I was. But in this situation, Dan would lose it and I understood why he would.

"No," I said turning back to him. "We'll keep this between us, okay?"

"Really?"

"Yes, you and I will work this out and it will be our little secret."

"Thanks mom." His body slumped in relief. "I love you."

"I love you too, honey." I gave him a reassuring smile, "I'm your mom, I'll always love you no matter what, but we need to take care of this."

"Okay, we will." He nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm.

"Meanwhile, get your things together; you need to go to John's."

"Yes, mom."

"Your father is playing golf Sunday so when you get home from work, we'll talk."

"Whatever you want mom." He gave me a nervous smile, "I'll do anything you want me to."

I let that remark go, unsure of how he meant it. I walked over to the stairs and as I headed up to my bedroom, I resisted the urge to look over my shoulder and see if he were trying to look up my dress. Fact was I didn't have to; I could feel my son's eyes on me and was sure he was still hard for me.

Un-fucking believable I thought as I reached the top of the stairs and entered the bathroom to take a quick shower, I had to all but bully my husband into his own fantasy, but my son was hard as a rock from rubbing my damn feet. As I stripped out of my clothing my mind drifted to the feeling of Kyle's cock beneath my foot.

Even through the jeans I could feel how goddamn hard he was and when I'd slid my foot along the length of it, it wasn't just how hard it was that struck me, but how big. Dan wasn't small, Maybe a little bigger than average, but Kyle had felt huge!

I stood there naked for a moment and blinked, what was wrong with me? I was standing here thinking about words like 'my son's big hard cock.' Fuck if Dan didn't give it to me good tonight, we were going to counseling because things were pretty damn bad when the thought of my son's cock excited me.

Not that I wanted him, but just to feel that cock and know I had caused that reaction was a turn on. Back in the day Dan would be hard the second I walked in the room, these days half the time I had to suck on him to get him hard and at that point because of my sucking I was lucky to get three minutes of sex. But Kyle...so hard and from just a touch and the look of desire on his face!

I shuddered at the feeling of heat growing between my thighs and told myself I was just that worked up, denying the fact turning my son on had in a sick way turned me on. I reached into the shower and as I turned on the water, stopped and listened. I heard Kyle walking up the stairs, probably heading for his room to get his stuff.

I hesitated and as I heard his steps coming down the hall. I recalled one of the videos on his lap top featured a mother in the shower and her son hopping in to surprise her. I walked over to the door and locked it.

***** "Hey, baby, like what you see?" I raised my arms, taking my hair up over my head and angling my hip, blew a kiss at my reflection.

Lowering my arms I smiled and nodded in satisfaction at my outfit of choice. I was wearing a turquoise thong that matched my nails and was only a string between my cheeks with a little bow at the top. The thong left my firm ass cheeks fully exposed and with the strings which tied at the sides, over my hips, the full length of my legs were exposed.

The front was a patch of flimsy blue lace that left my pussy visible through it. I normally kept a small patch of dark hair over it, but for tonight's festivities I'd shaved and the feeling of the material sliding across my smooth pink flesh had my clit swollen and ready. The bra featured lace cups that gave a clear view of my hard nipples and did good things for my tits.

I wasn't large on top, but my perky tits were round, firm and went well with the rest of my slender body. I had donned a matching pair of fuck me heels with straps around the ankles that I had a hard time walking in, but would look damn good over Dan's shoulders.

I normally wore little make up, but tonight had caked it on, using heavy blue eye shadow and eye liner to go along with a deep red for my lips. The excess make up gave me a delightfully slutty appearance that I hoped would add to the fun tonight, at least once Dan finally rolled me over to see my face.

My hand strayed between my legs and I moaned as I caressed my clit through the lace. I was so damn hot it was everything I could do not to get off in the shower, but I wanted to cum quickly the first time to show him how horny I was for him.

I walked over to the bed and with a smile removed the two pairs of handcuff from the box on the table next to it. The key was in the first pair and removing it I knelt on the bed in front of the headboard.

I looked to the side and took in my reflection in the long mirror over my dresser. I loved that mirror and watched all the time when we had sex, but had to tell Dan to do it, he said he didn't get the thrill when he could just watch me.

I had wasted some time telling him it was about watching him with me, but gave up when he asked why he would want to see himself. But tonight! Tonight I would be cuffed to the bed and turn my head and watch as he took me, watch him spank me and fuck me!

I was hoping to get him to roll me over and straddle my face, fuck my mouth, then put my legs up and I could watch him fuck me and all the while I would be helpless!

I shivered at the thought and clasped one of the cuffs around the brass bar that ran across the middle of the head board. I thought of the top, but it would be too high for me to be able to lie on my stomach if he pulled my legs out behind me.

I removed the pair of safety hand cuffs; each cuff had a button that would release them. I put the chain between the other cuff dangling from the headboard. The cuffs were a few inches long and this would allow me to be able to be flipped over on my back and either pushed down or pulled upwards a few inches.

Unable to resist seeing the scene in advance, I slid down the bed until I was on my hands and knees. I slid back enough so\ my arms would be pulled straight out in front of me and my ass would be in the air with my legs bent beneath me.

I looked over my shoulder at the view of my ass with just the strip of blue between my cheeks and smiled at the idea that would be the sight Dan would be confronted with when he opened the bedroom door.

I affixed the cuffs to my wrists. They were lined with a soft material and I put them on tightly. I eased back a little more so my arms were straight and moaned, "Oh, please! Please don't hurt me! Please, oh sir please stop fucking me!" I gave a couple of fake yips as if I were being spanked.

I remained in that position imagining Dan moving the thong to the side and sliding his hard cock inside me, slow at first then picking up speed and giving his helpless wife the good hard fucking she deserved.

"Damn." I whispered, wiggling my hips and feeling the thong sticking to my sopping slit.

I jumped when my cell rang on the nightstand and putting my thumbs on the release buttons pushed. Neither button moved and I pushed harder.

"Are you kidding?" I asked aloud as neither button would budge.

Dan's picture was on the phone and I wondered if he had arrived early. I flexed my thumbs and jammed them hard into the buttons. Again nothing and in frustration I yanked against them and winced at the pain in my wrists.

"Shit!" I swore and pushed the buttons so hard my thumbs hurt.

The phone stopped ringing and a moment later I heard a sharp ring telling me Dan had left a message. I pushed the button again and sighed, spotting the key to the cuffs attached to the bed frame on the pillow in front of me I lowered my hands to grab them and came up short.

"Oh, come on!" I exclaimed, as my fingers were inches from the keys. I crawled forward a little, but that gave me no downward slack.

Lowering my head, I managed to pick the keys up with my mouth, leaving a red lipstick smear on the pillow case. Leaning forward, I turned my hands palms up and opened my mouth. The key landed in my palm and with a sigh of relief, I picked it up in my fingers and went to insert them it in the lock.

The cuffs were upside down and rolling my eyes I carefully turned the key around between my fingers.

I was focused intently on the key and my tenuous grip on it with my finger tips and as I tried to ease it into the lock, the house phone rang next to the bed, startling me. I reflexively jerked back and yelped when the key slipped from my fingers, hit the bar across the headboard and fell on the bed to my right and out of reach.

"Jesus Christ!" I stared helplessly at the keys and told myself to relax.

Dan would be home in an hour, worst case scenario I would be stuck on the bed until then. I could stretch out on my stomach and lay there if I had to.

Next to me the phone stopped ringing and I listened to my voice tell the caller we weren't home, "Or Monica chained herself to the bed." I muttered.

The machine beeped and Dan's voice filled the room.

"Hey, hon, I tried your cell maybe you're charging it. Anyway my plane had some mechanical issues and we had to land in Maryland. They say it will be at least two hours before we can take off so I won't be landing until about ten." He paused, "Um, I know you were looking forward to tonight and if you want we can still try, it's up to you, but I'll be awhile. Love you."

He hung up and I whimpered in frustration. How the hell could I stay here for almost four hours? Beyond that by the time he got home I was going to hear the too tired routine and all this would be for nothing. But right now my biggest concern was being stuck like this. I savagely jammed my thumbs into the metal button on the cuffs and pushed until my knuckles popped and nothing happened.

Only I would end up with a defective pair. Then again most people wouldn't do this when they were alone. I blinked my eyes at the sweat running down from my hair. I'd closed the windows and lit several candles in a deliberate effort to make the room hot and cause us to sweat which I thought would make things even sexier and lead to needing a nice shower afterwards. Now trapped on the bed on my knees I was regretting that genius move.

My head lifted up at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Had Kyle not left yet? I'd told him to get his ass out of the house, but if he were home he could unlock the cuffs and help get the others off. I was going to call out to him when the thought of what seeing me like this would do to his already crazy fantasies about me. Maybe I would just suck it up and stay here.

I jumped at the sound of Kyle knocking on the door, "Hey Mom!"

I hesitated and he knocked again, "Mom?"

The door was unlocked and not wanting him to just walk in I called out, "I thought you were going to Johns!"

"I was in my car ready to go and dad called." He paused and I looked over my shoulder hoping not to see the door opening. "He said he tried to call you and you didn't answer."

"I'm fine!" I yelled, "Go to Johns."

"He said he wanted to make sure you knew he was going to be a few hours late."

"I heard his message." I replied.

"He asked me to have you call him so he knows you're not pissed at him."

"I can't." As soon as I said it I wanted to slap myself, well if I could use my hands I would have slapped myself.

"What do you mean?" He asked from the other side of the door.

"I mean not right now. I'll call him later, now just go and have fun."

"Mom, you okay? You sound upset."

"I'm fine!" I snapped.

"You mad at dad? I don't think it's his fault."

"I'm not mad, just leave me alone!" I shouted and in frustration thumbed the buttons again only to get the same result.

There was silence from the other side of the door and I started to relax then froze at the distinctive squeak of the hinges Dan still hadn't gotten around to fixing.

"Mom, what's wrong, you sound..." He trailed off and turning my head to the side I saw him in the mirror standing in the doorway gawking at me.

"Holy shit." He whispered.

"Kyle, get out!" I snapped at him.

"Damn, mom." To my chagrin he walked right up to the foot of the bed and made no pretense of staring at my scantily clad body.

"Kyle, you need to leave this room now. You shouldn't be seeing me like this."

"Then why aren't you moving?" He asked with a grin on his face, what the hell was wrong with him.

I sighed. "Because I'm stuck, the fucking cuffs don't work."

"Right." He nodded, his eyes lingering on my ass.

"Know what, while you're here the keys are on the bed. I jerked against the headboard showing him my cuffed hands.

Kyle walked over to the side of the bed and picked up the key.

"You're really stuck?"

"Would I be in this position in front of you if I wasn't? Unlock the cuffs."

"Maybe." He held up the key, "Maybe not."

"What?" I asked incredulously, "Kyle, take these fucking cuffs off me, now!"

"Good acting, mom." He laughed as he tossed the key onto the nightstand. "Pretending this was an accident."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded.

"Nothing at all." He smiled down at me and to my dismay put his hand on my back and ran his fingers across it. "In fact I'm pretty damn happy right now."

His hand slid down to the small of my back and I gasped when it continued down the cheek of my ass.

"Kyle!" I yelled up at him, "Don't you dare touch me like that! I'm your mother!"

"I know you're my mother and I know my mom's nothing but a horny slut who needs to get taken care of."

"What did you say?" I asked, stunned by his words.

"Oh, please mom!" He laughed and my eyes widened when he squeezed my ass, then yelped in surprise when he gave it a slap. "I know your game."

"Kyle, listen to me." I tried to keep my voice calm even as his hand rubbed the other side of my ass. "I've seen those movies on your computer, this isn't one of them. I'm your mom, honey not some actress. Now get your hands off my ass and unlock the cuffs."

"I know you've seen my movies." He took his hand off my ass.

"You know?"

"I do, I knew you used my computer and I checked the history you watched a few of them."

"Only a minute or two, Kyle, let me go and we'll talk about this."

"Nothing to talk about, mom."

"What are you doing?"

Kyle had grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head tossed it on the floor.

"Getting undressed." He kicked his shoes off and as he leaned over to remove his socks, my stomach tightened, he didn't really think he was going to...

"Kyle this is your last warning. You unlock these fucking cuffs or I'll..."

"What?" He laughed at me, "What are you going to do, mom, you're pretty helpless right now."

I began to speak and stopped, my mouth open while Kyle unsnapped his jeans.

"Honey." I did the best I could, not to sound nervous, "I think you take those movies to seriously, they're fantasy; real sons don't do things like that to their mothers."

"The lucky ones do." He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down over his hips.

"Oh My God." I whispered at the sight of the huge bulge in his boxers.

"The ones who have slutty mothers who cock tease them for months then let them fuck them."

"I don't tease you!" I exclaimed as he grabbed his underwear to pull them down "Kyle, don't you dare!"

Kyle pushed them down and his cock sprang free. I knew I should look away, but I stared transfixed by the sight of my son's cock. It was even bigger than it had felt earlier. Long, thick and...hard. The head was swollen purple and there was a trail of pre cum dripping from it. Kyle calmly stepped out of his clothing.

"Kyle, please get dressed, you can't do this, I'm your mother, please don't do this."

"I like that," he said softly, "I like you begging, I like you pretending you don't want this."

"I don't!" I cried out when he stepped up to the bed, grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my head to face the side of the bed.

His dripping cock was inches from my face and I whimpered, "I don't want this! Kyle, please. I'm like this for your dad! I got stuck, I'm not teasing you!"

"I believe that." He said softly, his other hand caressing my back again, "I know dad was supposed to get this nice little treat, but seeing he's late you got yourself stuck so I would find you."

"I didn't even know you were home, I..." His fingers found the clasp to my bra and one at a time he undid the three hooks. "Kyle, no!"

"Well I was. I wasn't planning on leaving. I was putting my car around the corner and I was going to come home and listen to you and dad, then when he disappointed you again I was going to show you tomorrow how a good boy takes care of his mom in every way."

My bra came undone and he slowly slid the left strap down my shoulder. This couldn't be happening!

"Kyle, your father will kill you."

"You going to tell him, mom?" He smirked, "Dan! Kyle found me chained to the bed and he fucked me! He gave it to me nice and hard and treated me like the fucking slut I am and came in my face! I think you should ground him!"

The words came out in an excited rush and he was laughing.

"You'd really hurt me?" I asked, for the first time the possibility my son was going to force himself on me was causing my stomach to knot in fear.

"Of course not!" He shook his head, "I'm not going to hurt you, mom."

"Good."

"I'm going to give you what you want. Fuck you like the cock teasing slut mommy that you are."

"Slut mommy?" I repeated numbly my eyes fixed on this huge cock, "That's only in movies, baby." "Baby! I love it." He sighed and I cried out when he slid his hand beneath me and pushed the bra off my breasts. "I love when you call me baby and honey." He cupped my bare breast and I gasped when he squeezed it.

"Damn, you have nice tits, mom." He released my hair and grabbed my ass again. "And a nice ass and legs." He caught my nipple between his fingers and gently rubbed it, "You're the hottest woman I've ever seen, and I want you so bad."