Finally we started to play...
Summarizing: my mother and me, we were sitting on the floor, in the center of our living room; we were fully naked and tightly tied up and gagged. My mouth was filled with a pair of my mother's filthy pantyhose, mom's mouth with two pairs of her dirty panties. Our mouths were completely useless: I could hardly swallow and I guess that mom's situation was even worse. The tons of packing tape wrapped around our mouths excluded that we could spit our gags.
Our wrists were crossed, bound behind our backs and connected to ropes passing through our crotches. Our legs were tied together at the ankles and above and below the knees. Our arms were firmly secured to the top of our bodies. It could be sufficient, but my father was a man full of (evil) imagination. Each of us had a rope passing behind the neck and fastened to the knees; it wasn't too short: I could still sit with my back almost straight and stretch my legs, though not completely.
I looked at my mom: bound and gagged that way she was as beautiful as I had never seen her.
The ropes sank in her abundant meat as if they would crush her, making her body seem even more luscious! I felt like I was hypnotized by her...
Suddenly I noticed that she was trying to get my attention. She was mmmmmmpphing furiously through her gag, though emitting only extremely muffled sounds. Wow, I had never thought that a gag could be so effective!
Anyway I mmmmmppphhed back, in order to let her know I was paying attention. I discovered that I could barely hear the sounds coming out from my own mouth!
Mom was trying to tell me that it was time for us to try to untie ourselves. She started to give me instructions, mmmmmmpphing through her gag and nodding her head. It was extremely frustrating: it took me a long time to understand what she wanted me to do, but we hadn't any other way to communicate. Guiding each other through our moans, we positioned us back to back and started to work on the ropes tying our wrists. The operation proved extremely difficult. Our wrists were tied to our waists, making each movement more complicated. Dad had placed all knots in the inner part of the ligature, so my hands would have had to turn around mom's wrists in order to reach the knots.
The same went for mom. Easier said than done!
We alternated ourselves: first my mother worked on my knots, then I did the same on hers.
Our efforts were accompanied by a soundtrack of moans and grunts!
Every time my mom tried to reach my knots, she pulled the rope positioned through my crotch, increasing the pressure against my scrotum. I guess that every time I did the same to her, I made her rope penetrate deep into her cunt.
We tried a long time, but without success. The next move was to try to loosen the knots that kept our legs tied. Needless to say, all the knots were positioned between our legs, so we weren't able to reach them.
I had more freedom of movement than my mother. Her gigantic boobs completely filled the gap between her legs and torso, restricting her movements!
In order to reach our goals we had to press our bodies against each other: whenever I felt mom's meat against mine, my penis winced!
After this sequence of failures, we had to stop for breath.
After a while mom recovered herself and began to crawl towards the couch. Arrived at her destination, she began using the couch as a support in an attempt to stand up. I imitated her.
After long efforts, we both managed to stand on our feet; it was then that I understood the purpose of the rope that connected our necks at the knees: we were able to stand up, but we were forced to stay bent at 90 degrees! Keeping the balance was extremely difficult!
