My Naïve Mom

Just a short fun story. I might redo it at some point and expand on it a bit, but I have too many other things going on right now. There is incest, bondage, and reluctance in this, so be warned if any of that offends you.

Fiction, not real, probably unrealistic. All that crap, so don't bother commenting of those issues. This is just something I had a bit of fun writing. Perhaps you will have fun reading it too.

My Naive Mom:

Tom and Matt were over at my house playing video games. It was the beginning of June, and the three of us had just graduated high school. We were hanging out for the summer before going our separate ways for college. Tom and I had been best friends since elementary school. Matt had joined our little group when his family moved into town just before 9

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grade. Although none of us were jocks, we still enjoyed playing sports and were all in pretty decent shape. I should also admit right here that, although we weren't really troublemakers, we weren't averse to taking advantage of a situation that we shouldn't. We really didn't have much of a compunction to shy away from doing things that were wrong, but we were careful to make sure that we didn't get in too much trouble over it. Don't get me wrong. We weren't robbing banks or knocking over the local convenience store. We just liked to turn situations to our advantage.

So, we were in the livingroom playing video games on the big screen TV when mom came home. She had been out all morning. She had mentioned something about a spa appointment and something else. To tell the truth, I really didn't pay much attention to what she was doing. You probably want a description of my mom. Think of the stereotypical blonde bimbo without even that intelligence. Yes, sad to say, although she was drop dead gorgeous, she was about as stupid as a person can be. Thank God I got inherited my dad's intelligence (He is literally a Rocket Scientist and works for NASA). She is 5'6" tall, with long blonde hair, a set of 40DD breasts, and a figure rivaling that of Jessica Rabbit. She looks at the world through large, innocent blue eyes. She had me when she was 18, so she's now 36-years old. Dad had finally had enough of her lack of intelligence and left her for one of his coworkers about five years ago. He left her with enough money so that she could live relatively nicely without having to work. Plus, she got to keep the house that he had paid off. Not wanting anymore kids, she had her tubes tied just before the divorce, so she could still use dad's insurance for it.

"Oh, my package came." She said as she walked into the room.

We turned and looked at her as she spoke. There was something a bit odd about her today. Usually, she was dressed very nicely whenever she went out. Today, she was wearing a loose tee-shirt and a light skirt. She still had on her traditional 4-inch heels, though. The way she was dressed was odd enough that I took a bit more time to examine her. By the sway of her breasts, I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. Even though the shirt was rather loose, I would get a quick glimpse of her nipples poking out, but there was something strange about them. They just didn't look quite right. When she walked, it was a bit different too. She seemed to be stepping a bit gingerly and keeping her thighs from touching.

"Are you OK, mom?" I asked.

"Yes, Dear. I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I can't help but notice that you are dressed down from usual, and you are walking a bit funny."

I saw her begin to blush. That was a bit odd too.

"Oh, that. I'm fine. It's nothing to worry about." She said.

"Now, you've got me interested. Come on. What's going on. I need to know what's happening."

"Well." She began. "It's been five years since your daddy left, and you have just graduated high school and are about to move away from college. I think that it's time that I started dating again, so I'm just trying to change a few things to make myself more desirable."

"Mom. Seriously? You are already one of the most attractive and desirable women in the state. What makes you think that you needed to do anything else?"

"Well, I was having coffee the other day with Jane." Jane is our divorced next-door neighbor. "And we started discussing what guys are looking for. I'm not a young woman anymore, so Jane suggested a few little things that might help me compete against the younger girls that are out there."

Uh huh. That kind of explains things a bit. You see, Jane and mom became really good friends as soon as Jane moved in next door. There was a reason for that. You see, Jane has a secret that she is keeping from mom for now. I should mention that I happen to know that secret, and Jane is very willing to 'pay' me to keep that secret from mom. Yes, Jane and I are very good friends. I was thinking that Jane was beginning to make her move.

"OK. So, what did Jane advise you to do? And what's in the package that was delivered this morning?"

"Oh, the package has an outfit that Jane bought for me. She said that it would really get the guys excited. She showed it to me on the computer as she was ordering it. I must say, it really looks exciting."

"OK. What else did she suggest? Does it have anything to do with the fact that you obviously aren't wearing a bra and there is something weird about the outline of your nipples?" Mom and I have always been very open with each other. It's helped me keep her out of trouble more than a few times.

"Oh, uuummm, that." Her face was getting red again. "Uuumm, Jane suggested a little bit of decorating as well. She said that a couple of pretty things would help entice the men away from the more boring younger women, and that older women, such as myself, need a bit of a kick to compete in the dating world."

"OK, mom. I'm getting a bit concerned about this. I really think that you should let me know exactly what you did, and I should see the outfit that Jane bought you. Assuming that there is really nothing bad going on, it would probably be a good idea to run all this by the three of us. After all, we are guys and can give you a man's perspective on it."

"Well, its' a bit embarrassing, with you being my son, and Tom and Mike being your best friends."

"It's not embarrassing at all. After all, who better to give you an honest opinion than the three of us?" Tom and Mike nodded and piped up their agreement to that.

"Now, to start with, why aren't you wearing a bra? You never leave the house without wearing one."

She was shuffling her feet as she was getting up the courage to answer me. "Well, ummm. It's a bit embarrassing. I uh, I, well, I had my nipples pierced." she managed to squeak out.

OK then, this was getting really interesting. "You got your nipples pierced?" I asked. "Is that all?"

"Well, no. I also um." She said then hesitantly pointed down to her crotch.

"Your pussy to? Does that mean that you aren't wearing panties either?"

"Well....... Everything is still a bit sensitive." She said softly.

"OK, ok." I said. "We'll come back to that. Now, I think that we should see what's in the box. I'm a bit concerned that Jane may be giving you some bad advice here."

"No. It's just a outfit that she bought for me. She wants me to bring it over this evening and try it on to make sure it fits right."

Knowing Jane's secret, I was beginning to figure that there was going to be a lot more than just trying on an outfit tonight. "I'm going to see what it is." I announced as I picked up the box and began opening it.

HO. LEE. SHIT. It was an outfit, alright. It wasn't an outfit that would be worn in public, though. First, I held up the red and black leather and lace corset with garter straps and quarter cup built in bra. The cups would serve to support the underside of her tits, leaving her nipples fully displayed. There were also two interesting buckled straps on the back, along with a pair of leather strings at the bottom on back. Setting that aside, I pulled out the black seamed stockings. Next to come out of the box were a pair of 6-inch open toe black stiletto heels with red soles. I left the 6-inch vibrator and a strange hook in the box for now. Yep. I knew what Jane's plan for tonight was.

"OK, mom. You need to take this stuff to your room and change into it. We need you to model it for us, so we can give you a proper evaluation."

"But, Ron...."

"Go, Mother. If you want to attract the right kind of dates, you need our input on what guys think of it."

Like I said before, mom was far from the sharpest knife in the drawer. All of this sounded reasonable to her. Perhaps there was some hesitancy, but she really did want to know what a guy's view of her was. We huddled together and made our plans as mom was changing.

Her door opened, and our hearts stopped as she appeared in the hallway. HOLY SHIT! She was every guys wet dream in real life.

"Well?" She asked as she stood at the end of the hall.

"Come into the room, so we can get a proper look." I ordered.

Damn. I would say that my eyes were glued to the sway of her hips as she walked in those 6-inch heels, but they kept springing up to her swaying tits as well. There 1-inch gold rings in her nipples. Attached to the rings was a chain that ran from one ring to the other. There was another ring in the center of the chain. Also attached to the chain, was a 3-foot long thin gold chain that dangled down her body. Looking down, there was a small gold ring with a little bell attached to it through the top of her pussy. Speaking of her pussy, apparently, the spa treatment included a waxing that only left a thin landing strip of soft blonde hair.

She ended up standing in the center of the room with the three of us surrounding her. We were complementing her on her looks as well as informing her that this outfit would definitely give her an advantage over all the other women. Feigning curiosity and wanting to verify that everything was OK, we began to examine and touch her piercings.

"Oh." She explained startled. "That's still a bit sensitive."

I could see that her pussy was rather moist as I was kneeling in front of her to examine the ring and bell on the hood of her clitoris. I had thought at first that she had actually gotten her clit pierced, but it was just the skin surrounding it. I could see that the bell would continuously bump her clit as she walked, though.

"Oh, my. That's...." She began as Tom and Matt were gently flicking her nipple rings and I tapped her bell.

"So, mom. What's this chain dangling supposed to be?" I had a really good idea about what it really was for, but I was playing dumb for now.

"Oh, [gasp] That, hmmm, that's, Oooo, just to look pretty." She answered as she was cooing in arousal.

"Oh, [pant] you boys shouldn't [hmmmm] be touching meeeeee [huff] likethat."

"We're just checking to make sure that everything is OK, mom."

"Hey, what are these buckles on the back for?" Tom asked.

"I, I , I [oh god] don't know." Mom responded.

"Hey, I think I might have an idea about what they're for." Matt mentioned. "Here, let me see your wrists."

Being distracted by our 'innocent' molestation of her, she moved her wrists to her back and they were buckled in before she realized what was happening.

"Boys, you should [groan] stop now. You're [oooohhhhh] making me feel funny." She protested.

"Mom. We're only trying to help you. Don't you want us to make sure that everything fits and works right? We are only trying to make sure that everything is OK. Now, what's this piece?" I said as I held up the hook. We were pretty much openly fondling her now.

"I, I, [ohmygod] don't know. I was going to have to ask Jane where it goes."

"Oh. I think I know what it is. Hold on. I need to get something." Tom chimed in as he ran to the kitchen. He was back in a minute with a bottle of cooking oil. The hook was made of stainless steel. There was a bulb on the hook end and a ring on the long end.

"Oh, I get it. Here, mom. Bend over." I said as I grabbed the chain between her tits and pulled down.

"Oh, no. What are you doing?" She exclaimed as she had no choice but to have her tits (as well as the rest of her) follow the chain down until her torso was parallel to the floor.

"Oh, no. You mustn't. Not there. You can't. I've never,,, Ooooohhhhh." She protested. Tom has spread the oil on the bulb end of the hook and was pressing it against her asshole. Mom's protest was interrupted when the bulb slipped past her sphincter and popped in.

"And these strings must go through this ring and tie it into place.

"OK. I think that's it. Stand up, mom. Let's walk around the room and see how everything feels. Oh, and I thing I figured out what this long chain is really for." I said. "Come on. Mom. Let's go." I had the end of the chain in my hand and used it as a leash to pull mom around the livingroom, into the kitchen and down the hall a few times. Even though it appeared to be a bit uncomfortable for her, I could tell that the movement of the hook in her ass and the bouncing of the bell on her clit were beginning to drive her crazy.

Once we were back in the livingroom, I let Tom and Matt play while I pulled out the vibrator and inserted the batteries.

"She got you a vibrator too, mom?"

"It, it, it, [oooohhhhmmmmmmmm] camefreewiththepurchase."

"OOOOOOOOFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!" She cried out when I touched the vibrator to her pussy bell.

"Wow." I wonder what would happen if I did this." I asked as I reached around and touched it to the hook buried in her ass.

"Ohmygod. You're going to make me,,,,OHSHIT!"

Her body began convulsing as an orgasm overtook her.

"Wow, mom. That was pretty spectacular. Unfortunately, now the three of us have a bit of a problem. That display got all of us really excited, and our cocks are hard as rocks. Now, I thing that it would be a very poor example if you didn't give us any reliefs after all the help that we just gave you. So, we'll help you kneel down with your tits on the coffee table so you can take care of us."

Yep. We took turns with her. Multiple times. Two holes, no waiting. I did end up pulling the hook out so I could be the first one to fuck her ass. Then, we decided to make her air tight for the finale. By that time, we had all come in each of her holes. She had orgasmed so many times that I lost count. Tom and Matt left at that point. I took her into the bathroom and cleaned her up as much as possible without actually showering her. I wanted to keep her in her outfit. I had a small debt to pay to Jane.

With the hook back in place, I had her kneel in front of me facing away from me. I got a long scarf from mom's closet and proceeded to braid it into her hair so that the end of the scarf ended just below her ass. Standing her up, I untied the hook from her corset, and threaded the scarf through the ring on the hook. Pulling it tight forced mom's head back so she was looking at the ceiling before I tied it off. The hook kept her head tilted back, and her head kept the hook held in place.

That's when I whispered to her. "Tom and Matt will be spending a lot of time here this summer. I may also invite a few more friends from time to time as well. From this point on, you are mine. I'm going to fuck you all the time. In fact, I'll be moving into your bedroom. Now, there's something else that you don't know. You see, I've been fucking Jane ever since I turned eighteen. You see, I discovered that Jane is actually a lesbian domme. She loves taking innocent women and turning them into submissive lesbian sluts for her. She confessed that she was planning on doing that to you, and agreed to let me fuck her so I would keep that bit of information secret. As part of the deal, I agreed that she could take you when the time was right, as long as she understood that I was ultimately in charge. Now, since Jane was kind enough to spend all this money on you, it's time for me to take you over there and introduce you to your new Mistress."

I helped her to stand and led her out the back door by her titty leash. Our back yards butted up against each other, and there was a gate to each yard on the side of the houses. It was a little tricky, since mom couldn't see the ground as she was walking, but we managed. There was only one point where I actually had to pull the chain when she hesitated. That came when I pulled her out our gate before allowing her to scamper through Jane's gate.

Jane answered the back door when I knocked. Jane is a 32-year old redhead with 34C tits, a killer body, and a wicked imagination. She's 5-feet 4-inches tall, but her legs seem to go on for miles. Her divorce was caused by her husband catching her in bed with his secretary. I think that her ex-husband was actually more pissed off about her stealing his secretary away from him, since he had been having an affair with her before she suddenly broke it off. He had found them in their bedroom while his secretary was kneeling with her hands cuffed behind her and her face planted in Jane's pussy.

"I hope you didn't wear her out too much. I've been looking forward to this for quite a while."

"Well, I didn't know that it was going to happen today, and I had a couple of friends over playing video games when she came home. I couldn't exactly tell them to leave."

"Yeah, I get it." She chuckled. "It looks like there is still a bit of fun left in her for tonight. Do you mind if I keep her until tomorrow evening?"

"Nah. That's fine. I've got a few things to do tomorrow anyway. Just so that you understand, if you wear her out too much before returning her, I'm going to have to take it out on you."

"Hmmmm. In that case, I might just have to make sure that she is well and truly exhausted then. Either that, or, perhaps, I can stay and you can play with both of us tomorrow night."

This was going to be a great summer.