Mother and Son bonding time (self/m, F/m, self /F)

[Janbound]

A bit of a different tack from my previous tales. Please tell me if you like it.

Jan pulled into the driveway of her quaint suburban home, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the manicured lawns. She had just got off work early having had two late nights, her shoulders slumped and eyes weary from staring at spreadsheets. The quiet hum of the engine was the only sound as she turned off the car and took a deep breath, steeling herself for the usual evening chaos.

As she walked in, kicking off her heels and hanging up her jacket, standing in pale blue blouse, navy skirt and sheer dark tan tights, Jan called out, "Toby, I'm home!" but there was no reply. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew her son was home alone, but he was usually eager to greet her. She dropped her bag in the hallway and made her way to his room, her stocking feet silently slipping on the polished wooden floorboards.

With a gentle knock, she pushed the door open and found Toby in a rather unusual situation. He was lying on his bed, face flushed, with his hands bound together above his head. His school tie had been repurposed into a makeshift bond and was tied to the bedpost, his ankles bound together with a leather belt from his jeans. He was wearing a pair of black football shorts and plain white t shirt. His eyes went wide with a mix of horror and embarrassment when he saw his mother standing in the doorway. Jan couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight. She hadn't seen anything like this since her college days with her roommates.

Toby squirmed, trying to explain, his voice muffled by a rolled-up sock in his mouth. Jan took a moment to compose herself before walking over to him, pausing to run her finger nails up and down the soles of his bare feet. "Looks like someone's been watching a bit too much YouTube," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She pulled the sock out gently, and Toby gasped, his cheeks bright red. "What on earth are you doing, young man?" she asked, her laughter subsiding into a bemused smile. She recognised the curiosity and excitement in his eyes, the same she had felt at his age.

Toby stuttered, trying to find the words to explain his newfound hobby. Jan raised an eyebrow, "Is this... self-bondage?" He nodded, looking away, his embarrassment palpable. She sighed, sitting down beside him on the bed. "You know, if you're going to do this, you should do it safely." She took the belt and began to unbuckle it, her movements swift and efficient. "You could really hurt yourself if you don't know what you're doing." She tried to keep her voice light, not wanting to scold him, but also needing to get her point across as she untied his hands. “Now come downstairs with me.” She said turning and padding out of the room. Toby had little choice but to follow her.

In the lounge she turned to her son and said “why don’t you go make me a nice cup of tea and I’ll get things ready for our little chat. Whilst Toby busied himself making two teas, Jan went to the cupboard under the stairs and various other hiding places rummaging for secret items.

When Toby entered the living room bearing two steaming cups, he found his mother still in her work blouse, skirt and tights, sitting cross legged in the middle of several coils of rope, leather belts, a blindfold and various other items, but most notably, a set of Velcro cuffs she was swinging round her index finger. She showed them to Toby, "These are much safer, see?" She snapped one around her own wrist, then offered it to him. "You can get out if you need to, but they still give that... feeling." He took them tentatively, his curiosity piqued despite his embarrassment. She could see the cogs turning in his head, trying to understand the sudden shift in his mother's demeanor from shock to casual instruction.

Jan took a sip of her tea, watching him over the rim of her cup. "So, you want to learn how to do this properly?" She asked, setting the cup down on the coffee table. Toby nodded, unable to find his voice. She began explaining the basics of safe self-bondage, emphasising the importance of comfort and circulation most important having a reliable way to escape if things went awry. She demonstrated on her own wrist, showing how the Velcro could be easily unfastened if needed, even behind her back.

“I really…….Mum. I really…….”

“Yes. Say it.”

“I really want to. Not be able to escape.” Her blurted out, turning bright red in the process.

Jan studied him for a moment, understanding dawning in her eyes. She nodded solemnly, placing her tea aside. "Okay, but remember, we have a safe word. “Marmalade” If you say it, I'll untie you immediately." She picked up a piece of rope and approached him, her eyes gleaming with a newfound excitement. "Now, hold still," she instructed, her voice firm but gentle. “Hands behind your back.

Her nimble fingers worked the rope around his wrists, looping and tying in a neat pattern that she had once learned herself. It was surprisingly relaxing, she knew, the feeling of the rope bite into her skin in a controlled way. She watched Toby's expression closely, looking for any signs of distress. His eyes grew wide with a mix of fear and exhilaration as she tightened the knots.

Once she had him securely bound, Jan stepped back to admire her work. "Remember, Toby," she said, her voice low and serious, "the safe word is 'marmalade'. If you say it, I'll stop immediately." Toby nodded, his eyes not leaving hers, the trust between them unspoken but palpable. “Feet next.”

Toby’s eyes widened a fraction more, but he obeyed, stepping closer to Jan. She knelt down and wrapped the rope around his ankles, her skirt rising slightly to reveal more of her toned thighs. She was careful to talk him through the tie , looping them not too tightly, ensuring she could still put a finger under the ropes, then cinching them tight, jus as she had done unseen on his wrists. The rope was soft, not biting into his skin, but firm enough to hold him in place. She stood and stepped back again, a proud smile playing on her lips.

"Alright, now we're going to try something a bit more...advanced." She stood up, then helped toby to sit down, crouching behind him, she took another length of rope, and began to tie his elbows together.

"This is called an elbow tie," she explained, looping the rope under his arms and around his back. "It's a bit tougher to get out of, but if you need to, you can always call out the safe word." Her hands moved swiftly, creating a figure-eight pattern before she pulled the ropes taut. She wrapped ropes round his chest and shoulders, looping behind his neck, crossing his chest and going over and under his arms. Jan stood up and stepped around to face him, her eyes searching his for any signs of distress, but all she saw was a growing curiosity.

"Mum, why are you doing this with me?" he asked, his voice strained with anticipation.

"Well, Toby," Jan began, sitting down opposite him with her legs crossed, "it's better that you learn this from someone who cares about you and can keep you safe." She took a deep breath, her mind racing with the memories of her own past experiences. "Besides, it's a bit of a thrill, isn't it?" she said with a knowing smile. “And it’s what you want.”

Toby nodded, his eyes flickering with excitement and apprehension. Jan couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the days when she had first discovered the world of bondage. She had always been a bit of a thrill-seeker, and it was clear that Toby had inherited that trait. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Now let’s do your legs.”

Kneeling again she took more lengths of rope and crawled round on her knees, looping and tying around his legs, above and below his knees and around his thighs, a pattern that she knew would keep him in place without causing any harm. Toby's eyes never left her as she worked, the tension in the room growing thicker with every knot she tied, her skirt rising higher.

"Now, I'm going to put this blindfold on you," Jan said softly, holding up the black fabric. "It'll add to the experience, okay?"

Toby took a deep breath and nodded, his heart racing. Jan placed the blindfold over his eyes, securing it snugly but not too tight. The sudden darkness heightened his other senses, making the sound of her movements more pronounced, the scent of her perfume more intoxicating.

"Mum, I'm ready," he whispered, his voice shaking slightly. Jan took a moment to appreciate the sight of her son, bound and blindfolded before her. She felt a strange mix of maternal protectiveness and excitement. She knew this was a delicate line to walk, but she also knew that Toby was old enough to make his own choices, especially with her guidance.

“Let’s just test you using the safe word.”

“Marmalade!” Toby exclaimed immediately. Jan knelt behind him and clamped her hand over his mouth.

“Now try.”

“Mmmmammane!” He called out again, this time with more difficulty as she held her hand firmly over his mouth. She quickly released him.

“Good. I can still get it.” She said. “Now open wide.”

Toby did as he was told, his mouth open in anticipation of the next step. Jan took the rolled-up sock and stuffed it into his mouth, tying a scarf around his head to hold it in place. She stepped back again, admiring her work. He was now fully secured, unable to escape without her help.

The room was silent except for their heavy breathing. Jan took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a strange mix of emotions – excitement, nervousness, and a hint of something else she couldn’t quite name. She reached out and gently traced her finger along the ropes that bound her son, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the material.

"Comfortable?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Toby nodded, still tingling with anticipation. Jan couldn't help but feel a thrill at the power dynamics that had shifted so dramatically in the last few minutes. She had never thought she would be in this position with her own son, but there was something undeniably alluring about it.

Without another word, she stepped away from him and sat back down on the couch, taking a sip of her tea. The silence stretched out, thick with tension. Toby could hear the soft tick of the grandfather clock in the hall, the distant hum of the fridge, and the sound of his own breathing, amplified by the fabric in his mouth. He waited, unsure of what was to come next.

After a few moments, Jan set her cup down with a clink and stood up. She walked over to the stereo and began to select a playlist, filling the room with a soft, rhythmic beat. It was a playlist she had used many times before, one that had a calming effect on her, but today it had a different purpose. She wanted to set the mood, to ease Toby into this new experience. She knew that music could be incredibly powerful in scenes like this, guiding emotions and setting the pace.

She sat back on the couch, sent a couple of quick texts to rearrange her evening, then picked up a length of rope and began to tie her own ankles together. She smiled at the way the white rope contrasted with the dark tan of her tights. She wiggled her toes, admiring the deep red visible through the thin material. Unseen by her son she continued tying herself above and below her knees. She contemplated tying her own thighs, either over or under her skirt but decided no, and moved on to gag herself.

Her skirt hiked up even further as she placed a red silk scarf in her mouth then reached behind her to tie a knot in the second grey scarf she had chosen. The fabric was silky, and it felt decadent against her skin. She took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, feeling the material fill her mouth. She had to admit, it was a bit of a thrill to be bound in front of her son, even if his eyes were covered. The bond between them had always been strong, but this was uncharted territory.

She tied a belt as firmly as she could around her arms, under her breasts. Then picking up the Velcro cuffs. Kneeling then rolling onto her side, then onto her tummy she bent her knees up raising her feet off the floor. Her hands searched for the loop of rope she had left behind her ankles.

“Mmmm, ahhh ooo ohgay?” Toby's muffled voice was filled with concern. Jan nodded, smiling around the scarf. She managed to thread the cuffs through the ropes around her ankles, then snapped the Velcro round first her right, then left wrists, effectively binding her own hands to her feet in a loose hogtie. She took a moment to catch her breath, feeling the pressure and the thrill of the situation. She turned to Toby with a knowing smile around her gag, nodding slightly. "Mm-hmm," she murmured, the scarf in her own mouth muffling her words.

Jan's heart fluttered as she looked at her son; the innocence in his face, the curiosity mixed with the vulnerability of being bound. She knew she had to tread carefully; this was a delicate dance of power and trust. She rolled towards him, her movements deliberate and slow, letting the anticipation build.

Toby wriggled a little trying to get comfortable when his feet brushed his mother’s legs. “Mmhmm?” Jan hummed, noticing his movement. She leaned in closer, her voice low and muffled. She began to trace her finger along the ropes that bound his wrists, her touch gentle but firm.

Mother and son lay alongside each other, tied up and gagged, and enjoying this special time together.

[charliesmith]

Enjoyed the story! Will there be a part 2?

[Caesar73]

A fine Story!

[tiedinbluetights]

A nice story! Thanks for sharing! I particulaly like how someone into self-bondgae "shows the ropes" so to speak to another and how to do it safely,

[kinkybtard]

I love the consensual setting between these two, I hope we get to hear more of their newfound pass time

[Mommy's Naughty Boy]

I am at the edge of my seat! I love how this went from moms sudden discovery to her remembering and wanting to teach and share her fun with him.

Great work in executing the story plot! Please write more F/m stories.

Thank you for sharing!

[BoundTightly]

I wish my mom did this with me , great story though

[Tiengag5]

Mom and son tied, tightly gagged together..great scenario.

[TightsBound]

Loved this story! There’s something enjoyable about the innocent all ages ties, and you nailed it. Great description and tie, and I even love Jan’s outfit in this one. This has the potential to be a recurring series. Thanks for writing as always!

[Dpsiic]

Terrific story @Janbound I hope there is more to come.

[Syko Sith]

Simply put
I enjoyed this. Nothing better to me than gentle Femdom stuff.

[hafnermg]

Great story!! Part 2 is a must!!

[Snozzberry]

Great story, we need at least a 2 nd part to to find out what happens to Toby, if he's ever untied or if mommy is planning on keeping him there.