Hi, I have never regarded myself as a bit of a dummy, even if I was! A person that can be somehow led by the nose, fooled and conned. I had always been a bit of a follower, when people, even in school suggested something I always got roped in. I used to get into trouble because of it too, but adults soon understood that, while I wasn't aware of me, they were.
But I was like a sponge, I took everything in and I fell for what happened so easily it was untrue. But I have to say that I am now quite happy that I was, but I was definitely not happy at the time. I was not happy with myself for letting it happen as easily as it did, that I allowed myself to be completely fooled the way I was. And also that I never even suspected what was about to occur, and I went into it with my eyes wide open and my brain closed down. But events since have convinced me so much that I am totally comfortable with my new position, which is spending much time under him, at his bidding, in fact, I love it now.
My name is Kendra Lymon, I am forty years old, and recently separated from my husband. He left me and I couldn't have been happier when he did, it gave me back my freedom from a worthless and useless man. Why didn't I leave him I hear you ask? The reason was Simon, my son; I spent my life on him, loving him with all my heart and guarding him against his deadbeat father, a father who was a dad in name only.
He hardly ever did things that come naturally to a loving dad with his boy. I have no idea why, he just never bonded with him, I could see in his little eyes that he would be heartbroken sometimes when all his friends and their dads did things, and he had to be taken and supported by his mum. His embarrassment was there for all to see. He loves me I know he does, but a boy needs his dad.
I sort of ended up hating my husband for it, so even when Simon was a baby, I took an early decision that we would never have another child. I gave everything I had to Simon, I left nothing behind, he was my sole focus in life. My husband and I did all the social things, but we went our separate ways eventually, especially in bed. I also resolved myself to getting rid of him when Simon became old enough to bear the turmoil.
But my husband beat me to the punch, he left me! He actually told me he had waited for Simon to grow up so he could! Dumbstruck? You can put your house on that. I nearly died with laughter, and complete relief. We were, or are fairly well off, he has a good job, we had no mortgage, and a sizeable bank account, which I made sure I got a hold of and not him, I refused to even halve it, telling him to take me to court, if he dared.
I immediately got myself a small job which paid our bills and life was good from the off. Simon seemed to change over night after his dad left, I was so happy for him too that his dad had gone from our lives. He seemed to grow up overnight, from a shy well mannered boy into a confidant young man. He became more assertive, and took more of a charge of his life. I was amazed and more than delighted by him to say the least.
We became even closer, the bond got stronger even though I had believed it never could have. Just about everything we did was done with the other in mind; we talked more and more as consenting adults instead of mother and son. I had a make over, changed my hair, different dress sense, younger, more out going, I was a brand new me!
Simon told me he loved my hair style, It was bouncy, light and short, I had a fluffy fringe, my hair shrouded my face, he cupped my head one day and ruffled it, saying.
"Mum you are just too beautiful, I love you," then he kissed me lightly on the lips. I melted, my son was so grown up now instead of the shy boy he had always been.
I am about 5ft 7" and weigh around 115lbs, my hair is a natural dark brown, its lovely, and my new style suited its texture perfectly. I have a nice pretty face, my eyes are gorgeous even though I do say so myself. My nose doesn't have any serious bumps in it, and my lips are full and symmetrical. I know I can look good when I make the effort, and my body is good too, full and rounded. I think I have good legs and am not afraid to wear a bikini on holiday.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't thinking anything sexual when we hugged, and he wasn't giving off those signs either, yet! But we did hug and enjoy the nearness of each other. We even went out on dates sometimes if he was at a loose end, or if he had finished with a girl I stepped in, or he stepped in. But I do remember feeling pangs of jealousy sometimes when ever he went out with a girl.
I have to confess I sometimes felt his hardness against me when we hugged, I'm sure it was in all innocence, I mean, young men are constantly erected aren't they at the drop of a hat! Even I knew that, it's a part of growing up wasn't it.
But what led me into where I am now was as innocuous as anything could be. He told me later he had planned it, well I suppose it must have been in his head, but for it to have happened the way it did must have been near spontaneous. We had booked to go on a weekend away, and included in the deal was a gala dinner.
I wanted a new wardrobe for it and had an irrepressible urge to have a stole, or a jacket stole, imitation fur. Simon came with me to find one, I wanted his opinion, and off we went. It took and age to find what I wanted and Simon bless him, put up with it. I bought it, and it was perfect for the long, sleeveless, and plunging, front and back evening gown I had previously bought.
We returned home, I tried the jacket on again; it is a silver and beautiful imitation fox fur, short at the back, ¾ sleeved, and with an upturned collar. It didn't look right with what I had on the time, but I would match it with my dress later, sure in the knowledge that I would look great.
Later that day, it was a Saturday about six in the afternoon; he called me into the sitting room. I asked him what he wanted and he told me he wanted to see me in my jacket again, he had a camera in his hands so I assumed he wanted to photograph me. I went and got it, came back and tried it on.
He checked me out and said.
"Mum you are going to look fabulous next week, the most beautiful woman there, no doubt," he told me. I beamed with pride and we hugged again.
I didn't know it but I was about to become my sons lover, he was going to take me, and there would be nothing in this world that I could do to stop or resist it. Miss Gullible that was me hey? I was about to be led by the nose again. I tend to see the best in people even when there isn't much to see, but that of course didn't apply to Simon, oh no. I believe things they tell me and I pay the price for my naïveté, and that's what happened today with Simon.
We have a large leather sofa in the sitting room, and one large leather chair, I was more or less at the back of the sofa. I never suspected that he had engineered my placing.
"Hold your arms up mum," he asked, I did. "Now down at your side," I did. "Now slightly behind you," again I did. "Hold it there," he told me, I did. He went around the sofa, took hold of my arms and said, "Hmmmm?"
"Is something wrong babe?" I asked him.
"No mum not a thing, just keep that position a moment please," he replied, I felt him fiddling on my bare lower arms but never questioned him, typical of me that, take what's going and ask questions later.
"Keep still mum, and don't move okay?" I did as he asked my hands were resting lightly on the top back of the sofa now but slightly behind me. He walked to the front of me again and dropped to his knees, this caught my attention.
"What's going on Simon, what are you doing?" I asked but I wasn't concerned in any way. I felt him move my left foot over a little, then he moved my right one the other way, again more fiddling ensued and I stood there like a tailor's dummy. He stood up, put his hands on my waist, lifted me, and then sort of half sat me on the back of the sofa.
I giggled and said, "What are you up to Simon, come on spill it, I know you when you think you are being crafty." What I didn't know was that he had already been crafty. Now he reached behind me, his body was almost tight to mine and I felt the unmistakable hardness of him on me. I felt my arms being tugged gently backwards, my hands left their resting place at my sides, and it was then I felt my ankles being gripped by something.
I began to realise that I had been tricked, I still didn't understand, or even think of what he was up to, or even what he was about to do, and that was me! The packed leather cushion atop of the sofa was comfortable, I was balanced on it, my ass forming a fulcrum, my body balanced itself on my ass. I suppose; neither my arms nor legs were pulling me against the other.
"Simon what are you doing?" I knew I was now tied to and over the top of my sofa for some reason. Do you see now why I never suspected anything, I had been truly conned and fooled by his actions. I still had no idea what his intentions were, nothing, zip, nada, a big fat zero! But I do know an unexpected thrill ran through me. I knew Simon would never hurt me, I trusted him completely. I remember thinking he wanted to play a game, some game hey?
So I just sat there stupidly, but also because of one other major factor in my life that no one on earth knew about except my now defunct husband. I had always wanted to try some bondage in one form or another. The thought of being tied up and ravaged by my then spouse had always been a turn on, but never fulfilled. And I had had thoughts of me tying him to the bed and mercilessly teasing him before I screwed him. I had imagined many scenarios over the years. I did get him to try it one night, but he gave up halfway, much to my disappointment, saying.
"This is stupid Kendra, it doesn't do it for me," he untied me, rolled over and went to sleep and that was the nearest I had ever got to it. Now here I was on the back of my own sofa and I was there because my own nineteen year old son had done it. He had engineered my dream without knowing it, hence the unbidden thrill rolling through me.
