My Mom, My Kidnapper

I woke up slowly, wondering if it was still nighttime and I should try to get back to sleep.

I had awoken from a dream that my mother had drugged me, tied me up, kidnapped me to take me to another state, and decided that I was going to be her sexual plaything.

I remembered from the dream that I was tied to a chair.

'No way could that happen' I thought. 'Just another dream from my oversexed mind.'

'Wait... Why am I upright? I should be laying down in bed, not... sitting... in... A chair.'

Looking down, I saw that I was completely naked and indeed, tied to the chair.

Looking around in the low light of the room, I saw the TV that I saw in the dream, I saw the mattress I saw in the dream...

And the stark reality slowly dawned on me that it wasn't a dream.

So that means that it actually happened... My mother actually kidnapped me or sonnapped me, and she actually sucked my cock.

I yawned out and tried to stretch my body, finding it futile.

About a minute later, I heard movement upstairs and the sound of a toilet flushing.

Save for someone moving around upstairs, the cabin was quiet for the next few minutes until I heard those footsteps getting closer and closer.

Without warning, the basement door opened, flooding the room with blinding light.

"Oh, good. You're awake again." Mom said as I heard her footsteps down the stairs.

"Sorry honey, the drug I slipped you must not have fully worn off. Hillary told me that this stuff was potent."

Hillary... If anyone was the town witch back home, it was her. She didn't look the type. Her skin wasn't green, she didn't old, and she did look quite attractive despite her being 134 years young... Well, if she was to be believed.

You could always find her in an otherwise abandoned house in my neighborhood that I suspected crackheads used for squatting at one point.

No one knew if she truly was a witch, or insane, or both. However, I always saw her hovering over a cauldron filled with some sort of boiling liquid and whatever else she put in there.

I remember getting a smoke bomb from her on my 18th birthday that let out a very ominous amount of red smoke when I used it... But that's another story.

"Hillary helped you?" I asked as I could finally see again.

"She did."

I then noticed her attire. She was wearing a long, purple fluffy dress and a pair of red fuck me heels.

I couldn't think if anything to say, so I stayed quiet until mom went back upstairs.

She came back down a minute ago carrying a silver tea kettle and clear plastic cups.

"Let's at least get some liquid in you sweetheart. You're going to need your strength for today."

She opened the kettle and poured some green tea into my cup. I realized that I was a bit thirsty, so I opened my mouth to accept the tea.

It was a little bit too hot for my tastes, but I didn't really care.

"Yep. That's good." I whispered.

"I'm glad sweetie."

She then lifted her hand to my face and started to stroke my cheek softly.

"Do you need anything sweetie?"

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Hmm..." She murmured as she got a look on her face like she was thinking.

After a moment, she finally responded.

"Well I don't think I have to worry about you running away on me. Or do I?"

"No mommy. I won't run off."

She then started to undo the cordage surrounding me. And I am a bit ashamed to admit that I did start to get hard.

"Don't jerk off in the bathroom like I know you do at home. You're going to need that." She warned.

Soon I was released from my bonds and was directed as to the bathroom.

"Second room to the left when you walk upstairs. Hurry back down here."

"Yes mommy." I replied.

After reaching the bathroom, I sat down on the toilet and let loose a long stream of liquid as my cock went down.

"Ah, sweet relief." I said as I finished.

I walked out of the bathroom and started to head for the basement before something told me to look in that other room... The first to the left.

Trying the door, I found that it was locked.

'Oh well, if I'm really curious, I can pick it later.' I thought.

"Baby, is everything okay up there?"

"Yes mom, everything is fine." I said as I walked down the stairs to find that my mom had shed her dress and was sitting in the chair that she had me tied up in.

"Hello sweetheart." She said.

"Hey mom."

"How do I look?"

"Um..." I started to feel a twinge of guilt. I wondered what Ashley would think of she knew about this.

"If you're thinking about telling Ashley, don't bother. She knows, and she knows why I'm doing this."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Enough talk for now." She said quickly. "Come over here and please me."

With the sick thought that it wasn't nice of me to disobey my mother, I set down in front of her, putting my head between her legs and started to lick her pussy.

She was already wet, as I instantly tasted her forbidden juices.

"Mmm... That feels good sweetie. You have such a nice tongue."

Mom's encouraging words only pressed me to do more, as I started sucking on her clit.

"Ohhh my god... Such a good boy." She said as she started to run her hand through my hair gently.

For all she did to get me here, it felt like I was in total control now.

I slipped my tongue into her, savoring her tasty fluids from inside her. As I did this, I brought my hand up and started to rub her clit.

"Oh sweetie... I missed this so much... If only your father understood what I needed."

I could taste that familiar flavor in her, she was getting close.

I moved one of my hands behind her and pushed a finger into my mother's ass.

"OH MY GOD!" She screamed out.

In a flurry of adrenaline filled movement, I tossed her onto the floor gently, slipped a finger into her pussy, and licked her asshole quickly.

"Oh my..." She stopped as her whole body started to shudder.

A few seconds of licking later, my finger got covered in her cum as it started to leak out of her like an upside down geyser.

I watched as it started to make a stain on the wooden floor, wondering how damp the floor would be before we left this place.

After her body stopped shuddering, she practically collapsed on the floor.

"Oh... Thank You, son." She said breathlessly. "We're one step closer to repeating history."

That got my attention... She had been saying stuff like that since I woke up that first night.

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, let's just say that a high sex drive isn't the only thing that runs in the family."

Another tease was all well and good, but I was tired of not getting answers.

"Mom... Please tell me."

"Umm... Okay." She said as she started to stand up.

"Follow me." She directed.

She walked up the stairs and into the kitchen, producing a key.

She walked to that door I found so interesting before... The first door on the left from the basement.

She unlocked the door as I steeled myself for whatever was behind that door.

She opened the door and I found... A large, circular room.

I wasn't quite sure what I was expecting... but I didn't expect this.

This room was lined with bookcases all along the walls, with a small table adorning the center, along with two chairs.

The room itself felt like it had history to it, just as the cabin did.

Upon looking a bit closer, I saw that all the bookcases were packed with thick, heavy books on a variety of subjects. All the books looked impressive, but it looked to me like very few had ever been read.

Mom beckoned me over to one bookshelf where she pulled out an old book with a leather binding to it. This book looked homemade and looked like it had been opened more than a few times.

"You know when I told you that there was something you didn't know about my family, and this cabin?"

"Yeah."

"Well this cabin wasn't always in my family's possession... The first my family ever saw of it was during the Revolutionary War, where an ancestor of mine, Anne holed up for a while with what she thought was a couple. The story goes that the couple were brother and sister."

She had my attention now, but I wondered what this had to do with us.

"One day, the British invaded and attacked the cabin, along with so many other places... The couple guided Anne here into the basement and protected her... Then the British killed the couple, not knowing that there was someone else in the house."

She paused for a moment to take a deep breath.

"After the war was over, my family decided that we would claim the cabin as our own as a token of appreciation to that brother and sister. It would have been torn down otherwise. And so, for generations, my family has visited this cabin on special occasions, passing it down to the next generation."

She looked at me, as if that explained everything.

I of course, was not a mind reader... although it did give me some idea.

"So, with that revelation, what does that have to do with you forcing me to have sex with you?"

"Ah, I was getting to that." She said as she opened the book. "Legend has it that the brother and sister are still here in spirit, unable to cross over to the other side for some reason. And since World War I... there have been certain desires in my family."

I didn't have to ask to know what those desires were.

"It started out with a brother and sister who lived here for a while during the war when their parents were poor... then it moved on to their children... Not by them both mind you, then their children... and so on, and so on... to today, with several other desires between mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, aunts and nephews..."

She trailed off, lost in thought.

"It became a tradition in the family to bring the new generation here for sex. Originally it was so they could lose their virginity in a safe and loving environment... But it seems like I missed the boat here. And before you get started about Ashley, she knows the tradition... She let me bring you here."

"Does dad know?"

She paused for a second, considering her answer.

"He knows about the tradition... He didn't know when I was going to bring you up here."

"And he agrees with the tradition?"

"...He tolerated it when I told him about it. You can't expect him to be happy about it."

'Well maybe...' I thought.

"So... Is this the first time the mom has taken her son here by drugging him?"

She started to speak, but paused, uncertain of herself.

Mom flipped through several pages of the book, stopping to look at a page now and then before she finally came to a complete stop at one page.

"No." She finally answered.

That surprised me... Because wouldn't it be a lot more likely for fathers to drag their daughters here? At least... one would think.

"What was the last one?"

"...Your Great Aunt Glinda was the first when she brought your Uncle Marty here."

"Oh... Any cases of fathers forcing their-"

"Not be force, no. All women come here willingly, although some don't know about the tradition at the time... Someday you'll bring your daughter up here and the tradition will continue."

I ignored that since I didn't have a daughter and didn't have any plans to have kids right then.

"How was it with you?"

She paused, as if recalling a wonderful memory for a long time ago.

"When I was 19, my father brought me up here. I had caught him looking at me plenty of times before that, so it really didn't surprise me... He was so gentle and sweet. He taught me how I could be pleased, as he also taught me how to please him. Oh how I wish he was still around."

She idly ran her fingers through the book, to what I guessed was the most recent page with her and her father.

"Hard to believe it's been almost 25 years now... I'll be sure to update this before we leave."

She slid the book over to me and I looked down at it. Yep, my grandfather's careful handwriting, clear as day.

"Does Ashley change the tradition since we're together?"

"All the generations from where this started, a couple in the family actually being together has never happened... But I don't really see how that would impact the tradition."

"Okay... I guess this all answers the questions I had... Where do we go from here?"

"Well, we rest up... Then you are going to fuck me. And history will repeat itself once again in the family tradition. And that's going to happen even if you don't like it."

"How'd you come to that conclusion?" I said as I started to feel a little funny.

"Because you'll be tied up."

My eyes started to get heavy as I looked toward my mother for an explanation.

"Wha...What?"

She smirked at me.

"That tea you had earlier... It was the same drug I used to get you to sleep the first time."

With that, she stood up and pushed me down into the chair as I closed my eyes.

My mind registered the book closing before I finally blacked out.