Joe was just asked to leave work early on Saturday, cutting hours. He didn't want to, he needed the money. His father had just left three years ago when he was fifteen. He had been working to help his mother pay the bills. She had been a stay at home mom, so finding a job for her wasn't easy.
Joe's mother, Patty, was still a lovely woman. She was tall had long brown hair, she had a body the his school mates would make little comments about.
Joe got to the house about two hours before normal. He headed down the hall to his room, he had to pass his mother's room. Her door was sitting open. He stepped in to say hi, but what he saw made him panic.
She was kneeling on the bed, completely nude, there was a noose around her neck. He sprinted to the bed, through his arm around his mother, and yanked down on the rope. The rope pulled right down.
She fell back onto the bed, and started crying, Joe didn't know what to think. He grabbed a blanket from the bed and wrapped her up. He sat down on the bed and hugged her close letting her finish crying.
He still didn't know what was going on, but the rope pulled down too easily for it to be suicide. He didn't rush her, he let her cry herself out.
After the tears were done, he asked what was going on. She admitted that she could only orgasm when she couldn't breathe. She had the rig with the rope set up so that if she started to pass out it would release, but it still had its dangers. She almost started crying again. "I don't do it often, but I needed the release."
Joe felt really bad about interrupting, but he didn't know what to say. "Do you want me to help..." She interrupted him before he could finish his offer to set the rig back up.
"Honey, no I couldn't ask you to help me!" She didn't want to admit it, but having Joe actually help her did excite her.
"That's not what I meant, I was talking about setting the rig back up." During the time they were setting there the blanket had fallen to expose one of her breasts. They were fantastic. They were at least C, or maybe even a D. He wasn't sure if she even realized she was exposed, and now that the danger was over, catching a forbidden view of his mother's fantastic tit was turning him on. "But I guess if you wanted..."
She sat up and looked at him, the blanket falling into her lap. It would be less dangerous for someone to hold her mouth instead of the rope. At least that is what she told herself when she said, "Ok, but you need to do exactly what I say. I will lean up against you, you hold my mouth and nose shut. When I touch your arm you need to let go, understand?"
" Yeah, I got it." He sat up leaning back on the headboard. Patty stood up and the blanket fell away. Joe thought her body was amazing. Her breasts were damn near perfect in his mind. She had a beautiful curve down to her wide rounded hips, that framed out a trimmed out dark bush. "Mom! you are absolutely beautiful."
"Stop it." She picked up a towel she had laying on the bed, and placed it where she would sit on.
"Whats that for?"
"I don't want to soak the bed silly." She sat down on the bed between his legs, and leaned back against his chest. Joe wished that he had taken his shirt off so that he could feel her bare skin against her chest. She reached over to grab a Hitachi wand. It blew Joe's mind that she was using something that plugged in.
