Mother and Son Bonding (F/mF)

[KP Presents]

The apartment was in a nice area of town, and I knew the family that lived there had expensive tastes, so I was confident when I climbed up the fire escape an let myself in through a bedroom window that I would be able to find a lot of nice things to take out with me.

I was dressed appropriately – black jumper and pants, black shoes, black gloves, and I had brought plenty of supplies – just in case. There was no sound of anyone being home, however, so I placed my bag on the bed and started to search the drawers and cupboards in the master bedroom.

And there was indeed a lot of fine jewellery to be found – all of which ended up in my bag – but as I was about to make my way to the rest of the house I heard the front door open and close, and waited as I listened to a woman – the lady of the house - say “go into the front room Colin – I am going to hang my jacket up and then I will make you a drink.”

Well, I realized I would have to ensure I was not to be disturbed as I went about my work, so I took a little something out of my pocket and waited as the door opened, and the lady came in. She was tall, thin, with ling dark hair, and was wearing a white jacket, black leather pants and black ankle boots. She came into the room and didn’t look round – not even when I put my gloved hand over her mouth and told her not to scream or struggle – she didn’t want to make Colin sacred, did she?

She grabbed my hand and tried to pull it down – so I pressed my little friend in my other hand against her back, and that persuaded her to nod when I asked her if she as going to behave. I walked her over to the bed and told her to put her head down on the mattress, and her hands behind her back, as I opened the bag there and drew out a length of white rope.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

I smiled as I crossed her wrists behind her back nd made sure they were secured together before I said “Well, in simple terms – I’m robbing you, and that means I need to make sure you cannot stop me or raise the alarm – and that goes for young Colin as well.”

“Colin? Oh god no, please, don’t hurt him…”

“I won’t hurt him if her does what I tell him to do,” I said with a smile – before she came in, I had taken the liberty of pulling down the edge of the woollen hat on my head to make sure the balaclava mask was on me. Pulling the rope tighter, I tied the ends off, and then made her stand up again as I doubled over a longer length of rope, passed it round her body and pulled it tight, opening up her jacket as I mad tow bands that framed and forced her chest out.

It also forced her arms against her sides as she said “what are you going to do to my son?”

“What I am doing to you – so remain calm,” I said as I pulled the rope tighter with each pass, and then tied the ends off, before turning her round and looking at her. She was wearing a scoop necked black top under her jacket, which was stretched over her chest as she looked at me.

“Open wide.”

She saw the compressed red sponge ball in my hand, and said “please – I promise, I won’t make a noise…”

“I know you won’t – open wide.” I showed her the gun again, which persuaded her to allow me to push the sponge int her mouth, waiting as she closed her lips over it before I peeled a length of white tape from a roll - matching her jacket – and pressed it down over her mouth, keeping her nice and quiet.

“Now – why don’t we go and tell Colin what is going to happen next?”

I picked up my bag and opened the bedroom door, indicating to her she should walk in front of me as we made our way into the front room. Colin was about eleven years old, and was wearing a ling sleeved white top, black jeans, black trainers – and a shocked expression as he said “Mum?”

“Mum’s just fine,” I said as I indicated she should sit on the couch, “and in a few minutes, you’ll be just fine as well – so you’re not going to scream or try to raise the alarm, are you?”

Colin looked at me, then his mother, before he whispered “no…”

“Good,” I said as I put the bag down, “come over her and turn round, then put your hands behind your back.”

“Mum?”

She nodded and moved her head, watching as her son came and stood in front of me, then watching the rope as I doubled it over and then bound his wrists tightly together behind his back. I then did the same to him as I did to his mother – wrapped a longer rope round him to make two bands that went round his stomach and upper arms, and held his arms tightly against his sides.

“That’s tight,” he said quietly as I tied the ropes off.

“It has to be – now go and it next to your mother.”

Colin walked over and sat on the couch, his mother rubbing her head on his and watching as I took more ropes from the bag and came over, kneeling down and using the first length to secure Colin’s ankles tightly together, the rope going round and between his legs. A second length secured his legs together below his knees, as he twisted them round – and then watched, staring at his mother as I secured her ankles and legs in the same way, the rope squeaking on her pants.

“Cllhhn? Shmmffhnwhrn?”

Colin blushed and shook his head as I pule the rope between his mother’s legs and then tied the ends off, before I went back to the bag and compressed a second sponge ball in my hand, as well as taking out the roll of white tape.

“Open wide young man,” I said as his mother wriggled round – and I took a good look at young Colin. He then saw me and blushed as he opened his mouth, and I pushed the sponge ball in before covering his mouth and chin with the white tape.

I then helped them to sit back-to-back on the couch, noting the way Colin’s mum took hold of his hand as I used more rope to secure the two of them together.

“Don’t struggle – it will hurt if you both fall off,” I said to them before I started to search the furniture in the min room, Colin and his mum watching me as I did so – and then we all heard the door open and close again.

“Hey Sis – you in there?”

I put a finger to my lips as the door to the room opened and a second woman walked in, with long light brown hair. She was wearing an orange top, black leatherette pants and black ankle boots. And she was not alone – there was a nine-year-old boy with her, who stared at Colin’s mum and said “Auntie?”

“Hello.”

They both turned and looked at me as she held the young boy, and I said “don’t make a sound – you just walked into a robbery, and that means I need to make sure you two can’t get in the way either. So, keep nice and quiet – what’s your name kid?”

“Alan – did you do that to my aunt and Colin?”

“I did – and I am going to do it to you and your mother as well. So come over here, and your mum can put her hands on her head while I take care of you.”

“Mum?”

“Do – just do what you are told to do,” his mum said as she sat in an armchair, her hands on her head as she said “are you both all right?”

Colin and his mum looked over and nodded as I took Alan’s hands behind his back and made sure they were secured together with rope, and then used the longer one to keep his hands against his side. He then sat by Colin’s feet, watching as I made sure his ankles were secured together, and then his legs below his knees.

“Are you going to cover my mouth as well,” he said as he looked at Colin.

“Yes – but first I need to take care of your mother, and then make sure you two stay where you are as well.”

Alan nodded as I looked at his mother, and then said “come and kneel on the floor, and put your hands behind your back.”

“Alan, does it hurt?”

“No Mum,” her son said as she walked over and knelt down, the other three watching as I crossed her wrists behind her back and then secured them tightly together with the rope. She bit her lower lip as I then passed the longer rope round her, Alan staring as her chest was forced out and her top stretched over her chest by the tight bands.

As I secure them together, I looked over at Colin and Alan and smiled before I helped Alan’s mother to lie on her stomach, a cushion under her head before I took more ropes and secure her ankles together, as well as her legs below her knees.

As she twisted round, I compressed the red sponge and held it in front of her mouth. She looked at it and whispered “please, not to Alan – just use the tape.”

I looked at her, and then nodded as I pushed the sponge into her mouth, and then smoothed the tape down over her chin to keep it in place. I then fed two lengths of rope under her – one at her stomach, and one at her legs – before I took the roll of tape and peeled a length off, then pressed it down over Alan’s mouth.

“Whththhphnnsnh?”

“This,” I said as I lifted him up and then laid him along his mother’s back, his head between her shoulder blades, and then used the ropes to bind the two of them together. “Think you can move now,” I said as I stood up, Alan shaking his head as he wriggled on his mother’s back and she looked at her sister and nephew.

They nodded in return as I finished my search of the room, then made sure the contents of their handbags went into mine as well, before I checked the ropes and left them there. Opening the front door, I paused to remove my balaclava, my own long blonde hair falling down over my back as I carried the bag out of the apartment, and made my way onto the street, wondering just how excited the boys would get…

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Wow, that was so amazing. I love it!

Really great story.
This type of stories as collections, just like with Mother and Daughter Moments… I‘d love to see that