Bondage Sex with Mom

It was the most important decision of Maggie's adult life.

As an experienced member of the Air Force Reserve, receiving a message like this was a life changer. Her Commanding Officer, Colonel Harris, had emailed her, asking if she'd be interested in doing an actual combat deployment. Probably nothing dangerous, but enough to serve her country in a meaningful way.

She was only offered this spot at the last minute because her male counterpart in the Air Force had decided to retire instead of deploying again. And since the mission required someone with expert linguistic skills, her services would be of unique value.

Even with the offer, Maggie had to first think about her priorities. The University would understand, since they supported her duties in the Reserve, and she was only scheduled to teach one class during the summer, which could easily be transferred to another professor. She knew her son would also understand, since he had dreams of joining the Air Force after college.

The only real obstacles she faced were all the formal requirements given to mission aircrews sent to combat zone. This was the big leagues now and she had clicked open an attached file titled:

"What Women Should Expect If Captured By the Enemy"

along with another document about how to be mentally prepared for an interrogation.

The SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape) training was set to begin in a week. It would be a modified course to get her ready on short notice, so the special deployment would continue on time. The Colonel wanted an answer by the end of the day.

Still needing to think things over, she forwarded the email to her son Jacob. It was 10:37 am and Maggie was certain that her son was sitting in the back of class somewhere using his laptop. Jacob, like many of the men in their family, was a military enthusiast, and she was certain he'd know more details about this sort of rigorous training.

Maggie sent another email to her son:

You know I'm interested. It's a reasonably safe mission and a once in a lifetime opportunity. What do you think about the SERE course? Will a 43 year old woman be able to handle it? Or is your old mother still mentally and physically strong enough to handle this? Let me know later today.

btw, your Aunt Christina will be stopping by for dinner. What a coincidence! I'll share the great news with her (should I decide to accept this offer, and I think I will).

Love, mom : )

As important as this potential mission was, Maggie couldn't help but spend a few moments thinking about her beautiful younger sister, Christina...

***

It was approximately 1:52 pm when Maggie sat in her dining room at home. She had printed out the necessary forms and had spread them across the table, eager to sign them.

Jacob arrived home and Maggie told him to change his clothes and come back down so they could talk.

When he was ready, they sat face to face across from each other.

"I think you'll do awesome," Jacob said during their sincere conversation.

"Thanks, I hope so. You know it's always been a dream of mine, I just never thought it would happen."

They talked more about what a great opportunity this was for her to be able to fly in actual combat missions, especially as a woman. She felt proud to be doing her patriotic duty, even for a brief stint, and Jacob was equally proud for her.

Something still lingered though...

Maggie took a deep breath. "And the other thing? Any thoughts about it?"

"You mean the SERE training," he said matter of factly.

"Yes, what do you think?"

"It's tough to say because each course is different. I mean, you're

not

becoming a Navy SEAL or anything. So it shouldn't be super hardcore, plus you said it's a modified course."

"I suppose you're right," she agreed, almost wanting to laugh it off. "Though I've heard that if I was ever deployed to a hot spot, the training would be rough but reasonable. The problem is, what does 'reasonable' even mean?"

Jacob was equally as stumped. "They used to make it extra hard on women. There were a ton of complaints about it. You know, tying women up, stripping them, lots of touching, that sort of thing. Time have changed though."

"Do you think they've lightened up on that?"

"Maybe. Is that a dealbreaker for you?"

It was the big question. In her 20's, she could have breezed through any training course. But in her 40's? She was still in great shape, but nowhere as durable as she used to be, especially working as a professor for over a decade. Her body had become more sensitive and her muscles weren't as strong as before. It was normal for her age. Maggie was at a temporary crossroads here.

Jacob was right. Women were given special scrutiny because of how they'd be treated if captured. Even though she'd be mostly away from danger, the training would still be intense.

As tough as Maggie was, she still had a tender heart. If she were honest with herself, the thought of being bound by an instructor, screamed at, and physically violated all terrified her. She could handle it, but she also knew it had the potential to be a traumatic event nonetheless. She had heard the horror stories before.

Equally as important, Maggie was one of the few female special operations linguists that was qualified for aerial missions. If she agreed to this brief tour of duty, she knew that she'd be a representative of military women everywhere. And if she failed to pass the SERE course? It would be an embarrassment to the Air Force and to all women in uniform. She'd never forgive herself for that.

Failure was NOT an option.

"Did you read the email attachment I sent?" she asked. "About the course."

"Yeah, I read it in class."

Just as she had suspected earlier.

"Let's run a drill," she said. "You pretend to be the interrogator, and I'll be the prisoner. We'll simulate how the Air Force would do it, only much more gentler. And I mean,

much much

gentler."

Jacob thought deeply for a moment. "I guess that could work. I mean, I've never done anything like that before. But I could give it a try, though."

"Great," she said with a deep breath. "Let's start, so I can make the decision before your Aunt arrives."

"Okay... hmmm... so I'll ask you a few questions about your name and rank. Then I'll ask you about troop locations and your mission, followed by anything else you might know."

"That's it?"

"Yeah," he replied. "We'll sit here and I'll just ask you questions. It's like an interrogation, only friendlier. Much friendlier, like you asked."

"No, no, no. I want something more realistic. Something that will help me decide if I can actually complete the training without breaking. I'm a 43 year old woman who's spent most of her adult life working in academia."

"How far do you actually want me to go?"

Maggie shrugged. "I don't know. Rough me up. Yell at me. Put your hands on me. Tie me up. It's up to you, because if I know what's coming, I won't be afraid. I need to be surprised, maybe a little shocked too."

"Hmm..." he mumbled to himself. "That's a little tricky."

"Why?"

"You know why."

She sharpened her gaze. "Are you afraid of hurting my feelings?"

"Obviously. I mean, you do hold a grudge sometimes. And sometimes you have a temper."

"We're a military family, what do you expect?"

"Then you understand why I'd want to keep things verbal."

"What if I made a promise to you?" she asked as a firm offer.

"How would that work?"

She flipped over a piece of paper, and on the blank side, scribbled down a promissory note to her son:

I, Margaret Williams, will absolve Jacob Williams of any personal liability or hardship during the course of this 'Training,' provided that all actions undertaken during the training are deemed reasonable.

Signed: Maggie (a.k.a your loving mother) *kisses*

Once signed, she placed the note in front of her son.

"There," she said. "Your get-out-of-jail free card. Now, can we please continue? I'd like to get a feel of things. This is a big decision and I want to make sure it's right for me."

Jacob lifted his gaze from the paper and nodded. "Okay, fine. I wish I had the right equipment though."

"You're not actually going to hurt me, are you?" she said jokingly. "Because if you are, then the deal is off."

He laughed. "No way. I've read that a common part of the SERE interrogation process involves tying people to a chair or whatever. If we had rope, it would make our version of the training more realistic."

Did they have rope for household purposes? No.

But Maggie instantly thought of her ex-boyfriend, along with the small box in her closet. It seemed like only a few years ago that her ex-boyfriend had introduced her to bondage. It was something she had been interested in for years, but never tried until she confided her secret fantasies to him.

What she liked was the submissive nature of being tied and becoming helpless to a more dominant figure. As someone raised to be a strong woman, Maggie had always been ashamed of the submissive streak inside of herself. A lot of her submissive fantasies were lived through online porn and erotica, as well as copious amounts of masturbation with a small sex toy she kept hidden.

She quickly pondered to herself, wondering if she could reveal the smooth black rope. How would she explain it to Jacob?

In the end, it would be humiliating to reveal that side of herself to her son, but it also seemed necessary for this mock training session.

"I may have something," she said softly, just above a whisper.

"What do you mean?"

"How important is the rope?"

"It would be really helpful," he replied. "If you want, I can go buy some. But I think the rope they sell in stores might be rough against your skin. I'd have to tie it gently."

Now Maggie was really trapped, because the rope in her closet was designed for contact with human skin. The material was soft, almost silky, yet it could be used to tie strong knots to create the right sense of bondage.

"I have rope in my closet," she said.

"You do?"

"Don't ask. Come to my room in about 10 minutes. I'll need to dress more appropriately if you're going to do a proper simulation. In the meantime, think of all the nasty things you're going to do and say to me. Oh, and bring that promissory note too, so I won't strangle you when it's over."

There was a sly smile on Maggie's face as she was prepared to deal with all of the consequences headed her way.

***

The teacherly look was gone. Now, Maggie wore an outfit which was typical for military exercise on a base; a grey tshirt which had the Air Force logo, along with matching shorts. She wore her usual undergarments beneath and she was barefoot.

As a Reservist, she had to keep in decent shape all year round. She mostly ran outdoors and did calisthenics in the park. She didn't exactly look like a fitness model, but she was more than pleased with her slender and somewhat toned figure.

Maggie stood upright as her son entered her bedroom. Sure, he had seen her dressed like this before, but never in this context. She could sense the awkward tension with her son and she felt her son's heated gaze as he looked her over.

"It's there on the bed," she said of the rope. "There are three of them with different lengths. Pick the size you need."

Jacob looked at the bed where the black ropes were neatly laid.

"That's definitely not Air Force standard rope," he noted, mildly puzzled. "Why do you have that in your closet?"

"Don't ask. Just get to it. I'm sure you remember how to tie a good knot."

"Sure," he said, picking up the rope. "How about you stand by the bottom of the bed. That way, if you fall over, you can land on the bed."

Maggie gave a wry smile. "That's the spirit. I want your best."

She stood in position, with her back facing the bottom end of the bed, and her pose was like that of a good recruit. It brought back memories, even though she was only in front of her son.

As she waited to be tied up, she noticed the sudden apprehension from her son, who was still figuring things out.

"Thinking of how you'll do it?" she asked. "Or are you too afraid to tie your mother?"

"Both, I guess. I've never tied anyone up before. It's kind of creepy."

Maggie shrugged. "If it'll make you more comfortable, just think of this as bondage training."

"Like I'd want that," he said jokingly.

"Oh, please. Don't tell me you've never wanted to tie a woman up so you can do as your heart desires. It's a fun thrill. Just pretend we're doing something like that."

Immediately, Maggie knew she made a major mistake as Jacob sharpened his eyes in realization.

"Is that why you have this black rope?" he hesitantly asked. "For a cheap thrill or something?"

"It's

not

a cheap thrill," she defended herself, hiding away her embarrassment over this.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant."

She sighed, "If you must know, yes, that's the reason I have the rope. It was a gift from an ex-date of mine. You can imagine what it's for."

"I get it. What else do you have in your closet?"

"Jacob!" she snapped.

He backed away from the question, but Maggie noticed a faint glimmer of amusement on Jacob's face, with a sparkle in his eyes and a suppressed smile that almost formed around his lips. She had no idea what it meant, and she didn't want to know.

"We'll keep it simple," he said, getting back to work. "I'll tie your hands in front of you. The rope is smooth, so I'll give you a strong knot. It won't be too tight, otherwise you might like it."

"Very funny. Now do your job."

She stood with her hands out and allowed her son to swiftly and expertly bind her wrists with a firm knot.

Maggie's ex-boyfriend was an insurance salesman. He wasn't skilled in tying a proper knot and he didn't know much about real bondage. It was just a fun kink they explored for Maggie.

Her son, on the other hand, had plenty of experience with tight knots and securing things with rope. He had been a Boy Scout and had always been great with his hands.

She was supposed to be nervous. She was supposed to be intimidated.

But somehow, she could never be afraid of her son. And oddly enough, it only appealed to her naughty bondage desires. She pushed those thoughts away. They were totally inappropriate, especially as she felt a pool of arousal between her legs.

Her son was tall and hovered over her. Sure, she thought he was handsome. Though she'd never tell another soul, she had fantasized about Jacob on several occasions.

To her own embarrassment, her pussy got wetter as she was now under her son's dominant control. And to think, all of this was her idea.

"What is your mission here?" he asked with faux authority.

Maggie mustered her courage. "You can go straight to hell."

"Really?"

"No, not really," she huffed. "This is role-play, remember? Act like a hostile and do your duty. Don't forget, YOU need to be tested too. This is for both of us. Okay, Air Force brat?"

When she saw the peeved look in his eyes, Maggie knew she had done something right. She had awoken something within her son. Perfect for this mini-training.

Jacob grabbed the back of her hair, careful not to hurt her in any way.

"I'm going to ask you again," he said, this time more forcefully. "What is your mission here!?"

Maggie threw a knee strike towards his groin, but intentionally missed his privates.

"Still not convincing," she scolded him. "At this point, I think I have more balls than you. Come on, scare me, threaten me. I want a realistic simulation now. I can handle this."

"Mom, in a real simulation, your clothes might be... nevermind."

She nodded. "I know. A SERE trainer might rip my clothes. I need to prepare for that."

"Do you want me to do it?" he asked.

"I want you to act like a man. I need to know how much stress I can tolerate before I agree to the mission. And you need some balls, mister, if you think you're worthy to join the Air Force like your father."

She knew Jacob's weak spots. And that seemed to do it. She was pleased to see a fire in Jacob's eyes. She watched him march to the other side of the room where she kept some household supplies; he opened a drawer and came back with a thick pair of scissors.

"I can do it," he threatened, holding up the scissors. "Can you handle it?"

Maggie was impressed by how assertive her son became. Maybe she was really making a man out of him? The irony.

"If you can do it, then do it," she dared. "Don't be a pussy. Be a man, the kind this country needs."

Deep down, she knew Jacob would

never

touch her clothes. Not in a million years. He was always a respectful son and removing her clothes would forever change their relationship.

To her absolute shock, Jacob kept a straight face as he used the scissors to cut her tshirt from the neckline downward. When the tshirt was cut down the middle, he gave the fabric a hard pull, which ripped her tshirt off completely, exposing her bra.

She was too stunned to say anything, even when he started cutting the fabric on her shorts, ripping it off when he had the chance.

Her jaw dropped as she stood in her matching white bra and panties. Her pussy was drenched as she was left nearly naked in front of her son.

"Are you going to cooperate now?" he asked, holding up the scissors.

Maggie couldn't tell if Jacob was still role-playing or not. Either way, they'd need a long talk after this was over.

"You are a coward," she answered firmly. "Ripping off a woman's clothes? What kind of a man are you?"

"This is your choice. You brought this on yourself for refusing to cooperate."

Instead of unclasping her bra, Jacob used the scissors to cut each strap on her shoulders, then in the middle, so that the shredded bra fell to the floor.

Maggie had never gasped so loud in her life as her breasts were now exposed. Her tits were still mostly pert, sagging a little, and even without looking, she knew that her long pink nipples were hard. She wondered if Jacob could tell how aroused she was.

If this was still training, she needed to show her bravery. She needed to practice these emotions and show toughness. She stood upright, chest forward, hands still down, allowing her breasts to protrude, even if it meant giving Jacob an eyeful. He gladly accepted the view, taking a moment to gawk at her tits.

"Ready to cooperate yet?" he asked, delving deeper into character.

"You are a piece of shit."

"All of this could have been avoided. You are mine now."

Jacob brought the scissors down and cut around her panties. Her panties fell to the carpet and suddenly Maggie froze stiff. It was one thing to bare her breasts to her son, it was something else entirely for her neatly trimmed pussy to be exposed. It should have been a stopping point for both of them, but with their family history of being hard-headed, neither of them were going to relent, despite how awkward the situation was.

"I... I'm naked," she said softly in disbelief.

"This is your fault, Captain Williams."

She stood there and watched Jacob absorb the sight of her nudity, seeing something that should have been forbidden to him. He didn't care. He looked all he wanted. Openly. Unabashed. And Maggie's body responded to that, with her nipples turning harder and her pussy becoming wetter. A desire burned within her. A taboo desire.

Maggie suddenly wondered if Jacob was doing this in character, or... for his own lustful purposes...

Then she wondered why Jacob's eyes were suddenly glued to the floor, where her shredded panties were, instead of her naked body. When she looked down at the cut panties around her feet, she understood.

There was a wet stain in the center of her shredded undergarment. Jacob saw it clearly.

"Sorry," she blushed.