All characters are 18 or older. I apologize in advance if there are any grammar errors or poorly worded sentences, I only went over this once.
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Chapter 1
forcing my son.
I made sure to be as silent as possible as I tip toed barefooted down the hallway from mine and my husband Bill's bedroom toward my son Jake's. It was 2 in the morning now, and after weeks I had finally built up the courage to go through with it. I had stripped out of my nightgown in favor of the silk black robe which now existed as the only thing covering my body. I had spent the last several hours silently fingering myself in anticipation for this while my husband slept beside me. I was so overwhelmed by lust that I doubted anything could change my mind this time. The wet hotness between my legs needed to be satisfied, and it wasn't going to be Bill who would do the job. When I reached the door to my son's bedroom I took one last deep breath before taking the doorknob and silently turning it. I slowly pushed the door open, having made sure to lubricate the door's hinges earlier in the day so I could do all of this without even the hint of a sound. After making my way inside I closed the door behind me as quietly as I had opened it.
It was dark. Jake was sleeping soundly, his nudity covered only by a single sheet... Perfect. This image visible only by a soft green glow from the glowing numbers of his alarm clock. A silk belt tied my robe about my waist and in it's left pocket were two more similar belts. I planned to use all three as well as the roll of duct tape in the right pocket. I'd have laughed to myself were discretion not critical, it occurred to me it was almost like I was kidnapping my own son... but that's not what I had in mind at all. I could feel hot juices trickling down my thighs as I considered the real purpose of this intrusion.
Moving him would be relatively easy, I knew my boy was a heavy sleeper, he had always been nearly impossible to wake up even as a child, and of course he conveniently slept on his back most of the time, as was the case tonight, so I really didn't need to reposition him a whole lot. Regardless, my heart was racing so feverishly in my chest I thought it alone could be enough to wake a normal boy, and I needed to move his arms and legs... I thought to myself how thankful I was that he slept naked as this saved a lot of work. I reached out for his right arm, trying to control my breathing in the process. Gentle as a mothers touch can muster I took his wrist, moving it out toward the bed's post, and sure enough my tensed nerves were for naught because he didn't seem to have noticed the invasion even subconsciously. The rest would be easy. I silently tied the silk belt around his wrist, making sure it was tight enough that he couldn't pull out of it when he woke up, and he -would- wake up, so it was important to ensure that when he did that I would be in complete control. Being his mother offered me some level of command, but not enough to make him immediately consent to me fucking his brains out.
With the first belt tied to his right wrist I quietly tied the other end of it to the bed post. My eyes scaled his body and I took a moment to really absorb what I was doing. To force myself on my own son... the most terrible taboo, especially considering I could have had almost anyone I wanted. His torso was exposed, all of those usually tight muscles now relaxed, his chest rising and falling slowly... my own flesh and blood. I almost reconsidered it all before I let my eyes fall to the enormous bulge beneath the sheet, another hot wave of anticipation spread through my from between my legs and I remembered I had to have him, whether my son or not. Even soft it was a sight to behold, and I'd seen it hard some mornings when I cracked the door to yell him awake. I imagined countless times having it buried inside of me, and it was time to make dreams come true. My breathing was becoming more steady as I gained confidence and I was suddenly eager to get his other hand bound. I walked without a sound to the other side of his bed, repeating the process with his left hand as gently as I had his right. Again he didn't stir at all, his breathing pattern hadn't even changed.
I was now sure that even if he'd awoken now I could get what I had come for, but I didn't want him to yell and wake his father so I kept my discretion as I moved to the foot of the bed. His legs were apart slightly, and my nerves tensed again as I lifted the sheet enough to expose them, afraid the cold air may cause him to stir enough to realize his arms were tied to his bed. It didn't, and I calmly took an ankle in each hand, bringing his feet together slowly. I looked down at him, a smirk playing on my soft lips as I pulled the bow out of the belt tied around my waist. My robe fell open as I pulled the belt from it, I could see myself in the large mirror behind my son's bed, my naked body illuminated in a soft green glow. I looked pale in this light, my long blonde hair almost white, the color of my nipples hardly distinguishable from the rest of my skin. I held my smile as I looked at myself, I was proud of how fit I was. Large breasts, smooth curves, mostly flat stomach, a mother's hips, long legs. I noticed my inner thighs glistening in the green light beneath my bare pussy (I'd shaved for the occasion). It was nearly time. I wrapped the belt around his ankles carefully, then tied the other end down to the bed frame so he wouldn't be able to pull them toward his chest.
With one final look at my son to ensure he was completely helpless I moved back to the head of the bed on his left, taking the roll of duct tape from my robe's pocket before letting it cascade to the floor behind me. I leaned down moving the roll just over his face... this would wake him alright, my heart pounded in my throat, it was now or never.
Quickly I pulled a long sheet of tape from the roll, the loud ripping sound momentarily filling the room. Jake's eyes flashed open to the noise at the very instant as I brought it down over his mouth tightly, wrapping it around to the back of his neck and in the same instant ripping it free from the roll. I'd practiced this a few times earlier in the day.
"Mmmmph!" Was all my son could manage as he stared up at me in wide eyed horror, to which I merely smiled warmly. I leaned down onto him, my boobs mashing against his shoulder, and whispered into his ear seductively "shhhhhh, don't worry sweetie, momma won't hurt you, be a good boy."
As I stood back up he looked me over with those same wide eyes, his breathing was fast with panic. I couldn't help but laugh softly. I reached down and took a bundle of his bedsheets into my hands, pulling it off to expose him completely. He mumbled defiantly beneath the duct tape as he witnessed this. His cock was still soft, but I wasn't offended. If I hadn't assumed my son to be less twisted than I then none of this would have been necessary. He would come around though, I would make sure of that.