I have a severe problem. I'm a normal twenty-year old college student with friends of both sexes and an active social life. To save money, I go to college near my home and live with my mom, who is single. She is forty-two and good looking. She caught my dad screwing his secretary and booted his ass out of our life. She could find a new man in a minute, but hasn't. Says she is too busy making money as a real estate agent to mess with men. I'm not sure how much of this I believe. She is a very attractive woman who used to have an active sex life. You should have heard them going at it almost every night. And she does come back from those real estate seminars looking and sounding as though more went on than sitting in a conference room all day.
The problem is that every time I go out on a date with a new guy, she tells me she wants to meet him, just to make sure I'm not getting in over my head. Whatever that means.
When I try to be a good daughter and bring the guy around, she is all of a sudden back to her own college days, making eyes at him, wearing suggestive clothes that show off her fabulous tits, and generally making life tough for me.
I've decided that I'm not going to take it any more and am planning revenge. My new friend Alec is coming to dinner next week and she is going to get what she deserves.
Alec is tight end on the football team and a very nice guy besides. He helps me with my psychology papers and my atrocious spelling. How could a football jock be one of the best spellers around? I have to admit that he's usually got his hand down my front when I ask him for spelling help. The deal is he gets a bare skin grope for every correctly spelled word he provides. One time, we were in his room at the fraternity and I was working on an anthropology paper. Almost every other word I needed help with. God, my tits were really getting a workout. I thought it was very distracting and said so.
"Cynthia," he said, "I have an idea, what if I got access to more skin than your magnificent boobs?"
Oh no, I thought to myself, here's where Cyn loses her final treasure, her hymen.
"Alec, is that a good idea? We might get carried away, and then that big thing between your legs is going to be inside me. I thought we agreed our relationship included making out, but not fucking?"
He pulled me onto his chest and rubbed my back. I kissed him and was getting all wet and emotional.
"Cyn, I really like you and I'm not into forcing anyone. No fucking means no fucking, unless we both change the deal."
I hugged him and kissed him again. Our tongues fought a little duel. I was getting hot. I could feel his big cock underneath me. Maybe I was holding out too much. I was going to get laid sooner or later, why not now? Then he could make sure I get an A on this paper.
A sudden brilliant idea entered my mind. A truly bimbo idea. My dad used to say that you should kill two birds with one stone. This was perfect.
"Alec, I really really have to finish this paper tonight, so no more fooling around. But I have something you need to help me with at home, and as a thank you, I'm going to make you a home cooked dinner. What about Sunday night?"
"Annie, is there a little loving to go with that dinner?"
"Alec, you won't believe how much better you are going to feel after coming to my house Sunday"
Loving indeed, I thought.
On Saturday morning, I told my mom that I had invited Alec to dinner Sunday evening and I would do all the cooking. It never entered her head that maybe she should get lost so her daughter and boyfriend could have an intimate meal? Not a chance.
I did say that it would be nice if the pool could be cleaned up and the heat turned on. She agreed and went to call the pool service while I did some shopping.
One of the women's lingerie shops in town has a little section in the back where certain devices, lotions, creams and so on are available. I made a lengthy stop there on my way to the grocery store. I had to ask Sheila, the tall, curvy woman who had charge of the "special" section about my needs. "Restraints?" she said, "sure, we have a good selection." After crossing that item off my shopping list, I bought some other things that I was sure Alec would appreciate, and then let Sheila talk me into an extremely slinky set of crimson silk underwear.
I decided the dinner should have all the right qualities; red meat, creamed vegetables, vinaigrette salad, and fresh cherries with ice cream for dessert. I knew that after the pre-dinner entertainment, Alec and my mom would be very hungry.
Sunday was sunny and warm. Perfect for a morning run and some pool time. I gave Alec a ring and invited him for a swim and refreshments at four, followed by my home cooked dinner.
I made sure that there was a late, long run and a late lunch. Mom and I run every Sunday that we can, usually a 10K or something like that to get the kinks out. I was really full of energy and doing my best to keep anticipation out of my voice as we did our run. Mom wanted to know why we were pushing it so hard, and I apologized, saying the good weather had me jazzed up. Then I inched the pace up some more.
I told mom to cool off in the pool with ten laps while I fixed lunch. There was fresh shrimp salad with avocado, my special wine cooler, and fruit for dessert.
Mom was anxious to help with dinner, but I told her that after a hard week and a good run, she needed a nap. I went to the kitchen and did some preliminary fixing of things before quietly climbing the stairs to mom's bedroom. She had dropped her suit on the floor and just climbed in under the top sheet. This was going to be so much fun. I pulled the sheet back and poked at her thigh. No response. I leaned over and twisted one of her nipples. Still nothing. This was going so well. My lunchtime wine cooler with special ingredients had put her out for at least a couple of hours.
I retrieved my bag of goodies from my bedroom and went to work. First the silk cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Then the tiny but super strong nylon lines that ran to special pulleys on the ceiling beams and on the wall. I gently tightened these until her arms were lazily draped above her head, and her long, beautiful legs with etched muscles from running were arched toward the corners of the foot of the bed. Nothing too tight just yet.
It was three-thirty and time to get her ready for the show. I tweaked her boob again. Still a sleeping angel. Before she got too close to waking up, I needed to make some special applications. A small jar from the bag said "Liquid Magic" on the top. There was a small narrow nozzle to be screwed in place. Then I cautiously spread her nether lips apart and squeezed a generous amount into her vagina, closing the lips and applying a clothes pin after. Then another jar with "Excitement" printed on the label. The contents were viscous and smelled divine. Another generous smear under her hood and around the well used clit. A larger bottle with a larger nozzle was meant to slide into her anus. It took some care to get in there and empty half of the bottle into her rectum.
Her arms and legs were beginning to twitch. I was running out of time. From the bag came a head harness with a special holder for the penis shaped lollipop. I draped the harness over her head and kissed her. As her lips opened and the pink tongue slipped out, the lollipop went in. Her head thrashed a bit. Before the eyes opened, I hurriedly attached a blindfold to the head harness. I tightened up the lines again, just in time to see her mouth flex and her limbs pull at the restraints. Time for me to leave while she discovered what had happened during her nap.
I slipped into my room and put on the new underwear. Very skimpy. My shorty white pool wrap didn't hide much. The mirror showed a grinning young tramp with total mischief in her eyes. My flushed chest was heaving and the view down the cleavage of my breasts was perfect.
I just reached the bottom of the stairs when the bell rang. I waited for the second ring and went to the door. I opened it and there stood a six foot vision of male perfection. Chocolate skin everywhere. A not too wild Hawaiian shirt and pressed jeans. Seeing both of his hands holding things, I leaned forward and kissed him gently.
"Alec, you look great! I hope you know my mom is dying to see you and check you out." I glanced at his crotch, which was already showing signs of action, then led him into the kitchen. The wine went into the fridge, and the box of chocolates on the counter.
"Shall we sit on the patio for a bit? Let's have some of mom's tropical punch and relax."
Alec was doing his best to get a look at my body under the pool wrap, but I wasn't uncovering skin just yet. I thought I heard some thumping from upstairs but told Alec, "Mom's just freshening up and will be down in a minute."
"Cynthia, this is fabulous. I didn't know you had a pool like this out here."
"Mom got a couple of big commissions last year, and decided it was time for the pool she always wanted. We swim almost every day. Are you a water bug?"