Moms Tied Up 1

Steve Mason trudged slowly home. Snow fell silently as he walked. Steve was an eighteen year old wrestler and had been at his high school waiting to leave for a meet with another school. Although his record was very good, his team wasn’t.

The snow was worse to the west, which was where their meet had been cancelled due to the weather. He had called home for a ride, but didn’t get anyone. He wasn’t surprised as he knew his parents drank heavily when he was gone.

Walking home let him decompress. He’d been all ready to go. Instead, he found himself walking back home for another boring evening.

The family car was covered in snow as he approached his house. Only a few lights were on, which he thought was odd. He made his way to the front door, fumbled for his key and finally got the door opened.

His eyes adjusted to the dim light in the hallway, he dumped his bag on the floor and looked into the living room. His dad lay sprawled on the couch. Steve was surprised to see him naked there. An empty vodka bottle was on the floor, and another partial bottle was between his arm and his chest. He was snoring deeply.

Steve walked over to him and pulled the bottle from him. His father grunted, but otherwise didn’t respond.

“Dad!”, Steve called loudly but received no response. “Jeez”, he thought, “he’s really out of it.”

He looked at his father sprawled on the couch. They weren’t really close. Steve had always been interested in sports, unlike his father. He and his mom had always had more in common. She was often the one to take him to sporting activities, while his dad was more into his business career.

With a smirk Steve looked at his dad. “Wow, he sure has a small cock!”, he thought, “I didn’t get my size from his side of the family.”

Steve turned and left the room, but took the partial bottle with him. He turned and went up the stairs towards his own room. He set the bottle down and got out of his hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants. He stood naked except for his jockstrap and admired his muscled body in the mirror. “Pretty buff!”, he mused. Then he pulled on a pair of gym shorts and t-shirt. He’d see if his mom were awake enough to let her know he was home.

He padded softly down the carpeted hall to his parents’ bedroom. He knocked quietly on the door and listened for a response. He heard his mom moan and a quiet buzzing sound, but no response. He knocked again, and then opened the door.

“Mom, I….”,he said suddenly stopping. There were several lights on low and he looked across the room. The bed was opened but empty. He looked around the room and was surprised to see a figure bent over. He looked more carefully and realized that the figure was his mom! To say he was stunned was an understatement.

As he fought for a handle on the situation, he realized several things almost simultaneously. His mom was naked. She was secured to something that looked like a sawhorse. She had some kind of mask on, which covered her eyes and the top half of her head. The buzzing was coming from her pussy and the crack of her ass which was covered by a strap of leather.

There was also a strong smell of vodka in the room. As he looked about, there were several open bottles near the bed and sawhorse.

He was breathing hard and his mouth was suddenly dry. He walked over to where his mom was. Suddenly, he recognized the sawhorse thing. It was usually in the basement in a disassembled state. He had once asked about it and was told it was for making saddles. The top was broad, but more slender in the middle and covered with leather. There were several eyebolts in the legs and now straps led from them to his mom’s arms and legs. She was on her stomach on the cross piece.

As Steve looked at his mom, he was surprised in his evaluation.