Author's Note: This is our first published story and part 1 of the Family-Ties series. All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to real-life people is coincidental. This purely fictional story contains descriptions of incest and consensual bondage, as well as spanking. You might want to skip this one if you aren't into that. To everyone else, enjoy!
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My name is Bernhard. I grew up in a family of four. My dad, Paul, was 47 at the time. A mountain of a man. He stood 6,3 ft (190 cm) tall, burly, and bearded. He was the hardworking chef of his restaurant, married to his work, and seldom home. He married a Dutch woman, my mom Laura, when he worked abroad in his late twenties for a few years. She was 18 when he met her, while she was a waitress at his cooking place. They dated, and she got pregnant with my sister, so they married.
Mom is 10 years younger than my father, and thus, she must've been 37 at the time this took place. Mom was a tall, 5,9 ft (179 cm) natural blonde woman with Nordic facial features. Prominent cheekbones, stunning deep blue eyes, pale porcelain skin, and a heart-shaped face. She always had her hair long and mostly braided or in a bun. She had a slender but curvy figure. Petite shoulders, but still a round and well-formed female body. Ample 36D breasts and her slightly wider hips complimented her round behind.
She was in charge of the family and a stay-at-home mom. She cared for my sister Catharina (19) and me (18) like only a loving mother could. Mom was light-hearted, laughed, and joked a lot. She was a playful character with dirty humor and an uncomplicated manner of dealing with her son's developing interests.
I would feel an incredible sensation when a female character in a cartoon or a movie got tied up. I was always vocal about that sensation, and I would tell my mom and my sister that I thought this looked beautiful and asked if I could tie them up, too. Back then, still, without a second thought behind it, I simply loved seeing a woman in a tied-up state.
After discovering my interest in tie-up games, I would always ask my sister to play robber with me so I could tie her up and then pretend to rob a bank or be the hero who saved the imaginary hold-up. I wanted to play this game because I loved the feeling that would rise inside me when I could tie her hands and feet and then gag her with a bandana.
Mom knew I had an extraordinary attraction to bondage, but she was always relaxed about it and even encouraging at times. She was content, I found something I liked.
I always had two ways I liked to secure my damsels. My room was immediately under the roof, with a wooden beam in the middle supporting the roof. So I would usually ask my "victim" to stay in front of said beam, then secure her hands behind it with the ropes I had once gathered from my dad's workbench in the garage.
Once her hands were behind her back, I would tie her ankles together in front of the wooden pole and finally gag her with a bandana.
The second preferred way to tie up my female family members, I had learned from a cowboy movie, where I had seen a woman lay on her stomach with hands and feet tied together behind her back.
As my sister grew older, she didn't bother playing with her younger sibling much anymore and preferred to hang out with her friends. Mom would then be the one to get tied to the pole or lay hogtied on my floor almost every other week.
Later on, my dad would buy our first family computer, and I would spend a lot of time playing games and discovering the internet. And as you can imagine, it didn't take long for my mindless, horny self to find out that sexy images of women on the internet were a thing. As I added the word tied up to the search, my mind went overdrive! I knew then and there what my fetish would be for the rest of my life. Months of thorough investigations followed.
Two key moments led to the memory I'm unfolding in this story. The first moment was the weekend after my 18th birthday when I used my dad's account to access the family computer. He had written down the password in a notebook I found in a drawer on his desk.
I was trying to find a strip poker video game I had seen him play. Since I had just turned 18, it was my state-given right to play it now. Instead, I noticed a picture folder my dad had in his files. The folder had my mom's name, and within were a bunch of his favorite pictures of her - just the regular vacation pictures and some of when they met. But I noticed another folder there, one labelled "Sexy Laura." It had pictures of my mom in lingerie where she would pose for my dad.
The feeling I felt was a strange one but mesmerizing nonetheless. I didn't take my eyes away and became incredibly aroused. That's when I saw more in her than just my mom. A forbidden fruit that looked all too tasty in these pictures. I copied the folder to a USB and pasted it somewhere hidden in my account. An obsession formed with my mom as I looked at these photos over and over in the coming weeks.
The second pivotal moment led directly to the memory I'm unfolding here: It had been two months since I had found these pictures of my mom, and it happened as I was downloading pictures of tied-up women during one of my "research" sessions.
It was a Saturday, Dad was working as usual, my sister was on a trip to Italy, and Mom wasn't supposed to return for an hour or two. But her plans changed unexpectedly.
I didn't hear Mom enter the main entrance, which was located downstairs, over the music playing over my headphones. Upstairs was my room, and next to it was my parents' bedroom. The master bedroom was a big room with a queen-sized bed, a huge wardrobe, and a desk on the far end of the room my dad used as his office, along with the family PC.
So there I was, admiring one of my internet trophies of a skimpy-clothed, hogtied woman next to a picture of my mom wearing a white lace body with an integrated garter belt that held up her matching white stockings. In the picture, she was lying sideways on the bed behind me. I was just about to get ready to please myself with my hand stuck inside my shorts and boxers.
Mom suddenly opened the bedroom door. I jumped at the sudden entry and nervously tried to close the pictures with the mouse cursor, missing the little button a few times. It was too late to hide what I had been looking at or what I was doing, so I left everything open and jumped up from the chair as my headphones ripped off my head and fell on the floor. Mom also noticed my boner, which held up my half-opened shorts as I ran past her and into my room next door.
A short moment later, my mom followed me to my room. She noticed I was worried and ashamed, but she wasn't angry, to my surprise. She just smiled and said in her light and kind voice,
"It was only a matter of time until that interest in tied-up women found its way into your sexuality. As for the pictures I made for your dad, these aren't what you should be looking at.".
She went on to tell me that she had read that it's common for boys my age to get interested in their mother's bodies when they develop their sexuality and that I shouldn't be ashamed of this. With a smile but a sterner voice, she told me Dad wouldn't condone me looking at his pictures but that she wouldn't mention it to him. I was even more surprised that she didn't make me delete the images I had copied from my dad's folder. She simply got up and told me she had only come back to pick up some documents and would be heading back to where she was supposed to be, and she'd be back in about 30 minutes.
"That should be enough time for you to finish what you were doing," she said while descending the stairs.
During these 30 minutes, my still-horny mind would start an internal monologue:
"How my mom reacted to what she had seen. It felt like she didn't mind that I was touching myself while looking at her in lingerie."
I started to feel comfortable again with my fantasies. I was sitting on my bed, looking at the wooden beam in my bedroom. I imagined what mom would look like in her underwear tied to the pole. Mom had been tied there so many times, and she didn't seem to mind that I was jerking off to her just before.
"Would she let me tie her up again, but in a more sexual way, too?"
The thought that this would actually be a possibility made my dick twitch in my boxers. I was determined to at least ask her if she'd let me do that to her when she returned from her errand. After all, she was always relaxed about sexual topics.
"The worst thing that could happen is her saying no to my question. It's not like we would be fucking. Or would she let me fuck her too? I certainly imagined enough times. Damn, she looks so hot in lingerie. But, Nah, fucking would be too much to hope for. But another tie-up game with a little sexy twist, probably." I concluded in my mind.
I was getting incredibly nervous and so turned on that my stomach became a knot. I went down to the living room to wait for Mom's return.
