It was late when I stormed out of my house after having one of the most heated arguments I've ever had with my wife. I was already on edge because she wasn't sleeping with me for months because, "I didn't deserve it," so when she pushed me too far, I just blew up at her. The result? I got kicked out of the house for the night.
I didn't want to spend the money on a hotel, so I went to the only place I knew would be a safe space for the night. My mother's house. Mom was always glad to have me over since dad passed. She had become a little clingly as of late, but I did not blame her for being lonely.
When I knocked, she opened the door almost immediately. "Sweetie I saw you coming up the driveway."
"Ya, I figured as much," I said as I stepped inside. She looked behind me, "No Susan tonight?" "Nope."
I made my way to the kitchen and sat on the bar stool under the counter. My mother walked over to me concerned, "Something wrong honey?" I shrugged, "I'm in the dog house."
She tilted her head, "What'd you do?" I rolled my eyes, "Nothing! She's been unreasonable. Nothing I say will get her to calm down."
My mother frowned and looked at me long and hard, "Well, I'm sure this is just a short spell."
"If only, we've been arguing over the same thing for a month now." I shook my head.
"A month? That's got to make things awkward in bed." I laughed, "If only. I don't remember the last time she let me touch her."
My mother steps back, "Really... No wonder you look so tense." My mother was always making comments about my sex life. This was nothing new so I thought nothing of it. I shook my head as she turned to open the liquor cabinet, "You could use a drink."
"No, I'm really not in the mood." "Nonsense!" She protested, "have a drink with your mother." After clinking the glasses together and putting two bottles back in the cabinet, she walked over to me and set a glass down. I reluctantly picked it up. She lifted her glass forward, "cheers." "Ya, cheers," I responded with a half-smirk.
After downing the glass, I turned and stood up to walk toward the couch, "I need to find some way to just relax tonight. Maybe some TV."
"I'll help you relax sweetie." I started to turn around to look back at her when the room began to spin. My vision was quickly fading, and I felt myself falling backward. My legs hit the arm of the couch and I plopped right onto the cushions. A moment later and I blacked out.
I stirred slowly. What the hell just happened? I only had one drink... Didn't I? My memory seemed a bit fuzzy. Then the room started coming back. My head was hurting a little. I tried to raise my hand to rub my eyes and I could not move it. Nor the other. I opened my eyes and tried looking around. As my vision slowly came back into focus, I saw my mother walking toward me.
"Are you feeling ok sweat heart?" I tried shaking my head a little, "I think so. I'm not sure what happened." "Good, then you should be ok to begin."
"Begin? Begin what? Hey, I think my arms are stuck." I tried moving them again and felt a snugness tighten. I looked down to see what was happening. I then realized I was tied to a chair. What the fuck? Even my legs and waist were tied to the chair. If that wasn't weird enough, I was butt naked.
"Mom?" I looked up and my jaw dropped. My mother was in a very revealing BDSM mistress suit. Her firm breasts hung out over the fake black leather. I didn't dare look down to see if her pussy was visible. I looked up at her face speechless. I couldn't comprehend what was happening.
"Good, you're silent. Let's keep you that way." She lifts a ball gag toward my mouth. "No!" Before I realized what she was doing, the ball gag was in my mouth and strapped around the back of my head. I tried to push it out with my tongue and shake it off. Any effort was useless. I looked up at my mother and just saw her smiling at me. I tried to protest through the gag, but she didn't bat an eye.
My mother then knelt down between my legs, "Now, let's work that stress out of you." "No, no, no!" I tried to yell through the gag. My muffled screams only seem to encourage her. I was quite literally fucked.
She grabbed my limp dick and started stroking it. My heart started racing. This was not real. No way was this real. "What's the matter, sweetie? Does your mother not turn you on at all?" Was that a real question? With any luck, I'd stay limp, and she'd untie me from this nightmare.
She lowered her head and gave the shaft a lick, looking up at me with her striking blue eyes. I tried to hold back, but a slight flinch pulsated in my cock. She giggled a little, "That's more like it." She started to ride her tongue up and down my shaft. I had to admit that it felt good. Despite my resistance, I was getting hard.
"There we go. Now, I have something to work with." My head was swimming. I wanted to black out again. She reached behind her and grabbed a bottle of lube, "To be honest sweetheart, I never did like that woman. I knew she couldn't truly please you the way you needed it. It's a good thing that you came home." From who's perspective, I wondered?
I felt her lube-covered hand stroke up and down my cock. My blue balls were on fire and I couldn't keep my head on straight. As she lightly stroked my cock with her hand, I started to fall into a sort of sex coma. It didn't matter anymore who was touching me, I needed to cum tonight. It had been way too long and the sudden attention my cock was getting was now calling the shots.
She let go and started to touch just the head with her fingertips gently. Then she placed two fingers under the head of my cock and slid them back and forth in a rocking motion. This was definitely a new sensation. My breathing was becoming more rapid and I could feel the tension in my cock.
She then grabbed a hold of the head in her fist and began to squeeze it in and out of her hand. The nerve sensation was becoming intense. I started to squirm in the chair. She increased her speed, and I squirmed even more. This was torture!
She stopped and then placed her thumb just below the base of the head. Rubbing in a circular motion, I began to squirm again. This wasn't just a hand job; she was trying to edge me!
I started squirming so much that the chair started to move a little. I tried to say something through the gag. She just smiled at me and kept on going. Just when I couldn't take it anymore, she did stop.
My mother reached behind her and grabbed her vibrator, "This has brought me a lot of pleasure. I'm sure you'll like it." She turned it on and placed it in the same place her thumb was. Instantly, I was writhing in the chair again. I wanted to bang my head against the wall. She grabbed my balls and started to massage them. This made them tense up. If I didn't cum soon, I was going to die of a heart attack.
She turned the vibrator off and set it aside. Now what? My mother then grabbed my cock in one hand and placed the palm of the other over the head of my cock. She then began to rotate in circles faster and faster. The head of my cock was on fire. I began screaming through the gag as she rotated her hand. Finally, my cock stiffened, and I felt like I was about to cum. She felt it too because her hand holding my cock dropped as the palming hand continued.
Just before I shot my load into her palm, she slipped her finger into my ass. As I exploded months of cum build up, I felt her finger pressing on my pulsating prostate. I wasn't sure what to think, but also wasn't sure I cared. At least it was over. Or so I thought.
