Interrupted (F/M, F/MF)

[Bondageboi]

19 year old Jamie is back from university for summer holidays and spending time with his new girlfriend whilst mum is out at work.


"You really think I'm just gonna sit here and take this?" Jamie strained against the ropes binding his wrists to the behind his back, the sofa creaking slightly with his movement. His boxers clung to him, damp with sweat from the afternoon heat seeping through the half-open patio window.

Coral traced a finger along his collarbone, her indigo nails , matching her shoulder length dyed hair, just sharp enough to make him shiver. "Mm, no," she said, tilting her head. "I think you're gonna squirm. And complain. And then—" She pressed her knee between his thighs, grinning at the sharp inhale it pulled from him. "You're gonna stop pretending you hate it."

The rope bit into Jamie's wrists when he tensed, the rough fibers already leaving angry red lines. He could smell her shampoo—something tropical and cocconut sweet, mixed with th3 smell of hervsweat as she wrstled him, the way she liked it—and beneath that, the chemical scent of the sunscreen she'd slathered on earlier. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple; she caught it with her thumb, smearing it slow across his cheekbone like war paint.

Coral's knee pressed deeper between his thighs, squeezing just enough to make his breath hitch, before she shifted away to reach for more rope. "Elbows first," she murmured, looping the cord tight around his arms and chest, pulling them flush against his ribs. The angle forced his chest forward, straining the muscles in his shoulders. He hissed through his teeth—not quite pain, not quite relief—as she cinched the knot with a practiced tug. Her grin widened when his hips jerked involuntarily. "Thought so." Ske kissed him before moving go his feet.

The ankles came next. She knelt before him, her shorts riding up as she wound the rope in quick, efficient loops. Jamie flexed his toes uselessly against the restraint, the rough texture scratching his skin and hus toes rubbing Coral's shorts , making her girn. Coral paused to drag a fingernail up his sole, watching his legs twitch before he could stop them. "Are your feet ticklish?," she teased, her voice low, kniwing thecanswer before shoe asked. Before he could retort, her fingers spider-walked up his ribs, digging into the sensitive spots she'd memorized months ago. He bucked against the sofa cushions, laughter bursting out of him in sharp, breathless gasps. "C-Coral—*fuck*—"

"Naighty potty mouth." She picked up his socks, discarded from earlier, balled them up, and stuffed them into his mouth. "Shhh," she whispered, securing them in place with a wide strip of tape torn from the reel. She added three, four more, grinnin* evilly with each sound of tearin* tape. Soft cotton stretched taut between his teeth whilst harsh tape sealed his lips. Jamie groaned around the makeshift gag, the taste of salt and fabric softener thick on his tongue. Coral leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "That's better. Now you can't bitch about how unfair this is."

She bound his knees together next, the rope digging into the tender skin behind his kneecaps as she cinched it tight. Jamie's thighs trembled against the restraint, muscles jumping under her fingertips as she worked. Coral hummed softly—some pop song stuck in her head—as she looped another length around his waist, just above his hips. The rope bit into his skin as she pulled it taut, forcing his abdomen to flex involuntarily. She paused to drag her nails down his sides, delighting in the way his breath hitched and his stomach muscles twitched beneath her touch. "God, you're pretty like this," she murmured, more to herself than to him.

Coral shifted, settling her weight against his chest as she straddled him, her bare feet pressing lightly against his collarbones. The soles were warm from the sun-warmed patio tiles she'd been walking on earlier, rough in patches where she hadn't bothered with a pedicure and slightly grimy from the dust of paving slabs and sun dried lawn. Jamie squirmed, his muffled protests vibrating against the gag as she wiggled her toes against his neck, the pressure just shy of uncomfortable. "Mmm, no," she teased, leaning forward to brace her hands on either side of his bare feet.

Her fingers danced along the arches of his feet next, nails skimming in feather-light strokes that had his legs jerking uselessly against the ropes. Jamie arched his back, the sofa groaning beneath him as laughter fought its way past the socks in his mouth, turning into choked, breathless sounds. Coral grinned, pressing her toes into his armpits—not enough to hurt, just enough to pin him—as her other foot slid up, toes brushing his cheekbone, then his chin. The faint scent of sunscreen and summer clung to her skin, mingling with the salt-sweat smell of their struggle.

Coral stood suddenly, balancing on the balls of her feet before driving her toes into his ribs. The chipped purple polish scraped against his skin, leaving faint red streaks where they caught—little half-moons of pressure blooming along his side. Jamie bucked, a muffled groan escaping the gag as she dragged her foot upward, the rough sole catching on his collarbone. She giggled, twisting her ankle to grind her arch against his chest, the dust from earlier leaving smudges across his damp skin. "Look at you," she murmured, wiggling her toes against his throat. "All tied up and mine."

She let her foot slide higher, pressing the pad of her sole against his cheekbone as her toes squeezed his nose. The warmth of her skin contrasted with the slight grit clinging to her—traces of patio grit, sunbaked and stubborn. Jamie's nose wrinkled as she rubbed her sole over his mouth, the tape crinkling under the pressure. His breath came faster through his nostrils, lips twitching against the damp sock filling his mouth. Coral tilted her head, watching his eyelids flutter as she traced the curve of his jaw with her big toe. "Bet you never thought you'd be gagged with your own socks, huh?"

Coral shifted her weight, straddling his waist, her shorts riding up further as she leaned back against his thighs. She dragged her fingers down his chest, nails scraping lightly—just enough to make his muscles jump—before curling them into his ribs. "Look at you," she murmured, voice dripping with amusement. "All helpless. Cute little captive." She dug her fingers in, grinning when his muffled groan turned into a sharp inhale through his nose. "You're not going anywhere. Not until I say so." Her grin widened as she leaned down, her breath warm against his ear. "And I'm thinking... hours."

Jamie's wrists twisted uselessly against the ropes, the fibers biting deeper with every jerk. His pulse thudded in his throat, sweat beading along his collarbones as Coral traced idle circles over his ribs, her touch alternating between feather-light and just shy of painful. "Mm, you like that?" she teased, pinching his side sharply. His hips bucked involuntarily, the ropes around his thighs tightening with the movement. Coral laughed, low and satisfied, pressing her knee into his stomach. "Yeah, you do. But don't worry—I won't tell anyone how much you love being my little rope toy. Hiw much you love being tied up. Hiw much you love smelling my dirty sweaty feet.”

She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And guess what? I could keep you like this all night. Just... like... this." Each word punctuated by a slow drag of her nails down his sternum, stopping just above the waistband of his boxers. Jamie groaned around the gag, the sound muffled but unmistakably frustrated. Coral grinned, tapping his nose with her index finger. "Uh-uh. No complaints. You're *mine* now. And I decide when you get to move." She shifted her weight, straddling his hips fully now, her bare thighs pressing against the ropes cinched around his waist. The heat of her skin seeped through the thin fabric of his boxers, and Jamie's breath hitched when she rocked forward—just slightly—just enough to make his stomach clench.

The sudden sound of the front door latch as it clicked open stopped Coral, frozen in time. “Hi Jami love. I’m home.” His mother called.

Jenny’s voice carried through the hallway, followed by the familiar clatter of her heels being kicked off onto the shoe rack. Coral’s eyes widened, her fingers still tangled in Jamie’s hair, her bare toes pressing against his ribs. For one suspended second, the only sound was Jamie’s ragged breathing through his nose, muffled beneath layers of tape and cotton. Then—footsteps. Light, quick, the faint rasp of Jenny’s tights brushing together as she rounded the corner into the living room.

Jenny stopped mid-stride, her designer handbag slipping from her shoulder and thudding onto the carpet. Her eyes flickered from Jamie—bound, gagged, flushed red from big toes to forehead—to Coral, straddling him with a guilty grip on his thighs. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the hum of the fan vibrating in its frame. Then Jenny’s lips twitched. A snort escaped her, then a full-bodied laugh that made her red scarf tremble against her blouse. “Oh my *god*,” she wheezed, pressing a hand to her chest. “Jamie, no wonder you didn’t respond to my texts when I said I was coming home early! Were you too busy playing damsel in distress ? Or Damsel in charge rathher.”

Coral scrambled off Jamie like she’d been burned, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. “Mrs. H-Harper—” Her voice cracked. She tugged her shorts down covering her thighs, but it did nothing to hide the ropes coiled around Jamie’s limbs or the way his damp boxers clung to him. Jenny wiped tears from her eyes as Coral called “Its not what it looks like.”

“Sweetheart, breathe,” she managed, stepping closer. Her tan tights whispered as she knelt beside the sofa, reaching out—not to untie Jamie, but to flick his nose. ‘It looks like my son is having fun getting totally trussed up by his lottle minx of a girlfriend.” Coral stared wide eyed at her boyfriend, and captive’s mother. “Honestly, Coral, I’m impressed. You got him *good*. Though—” She tapped the tape sealing his lips. “Next time, use the silk scarves from my drawer. Less… gym sock flavor.”

Jamie made a strangled noise, his ears burning crimson as his mother casually adjusted the rope around his chest. Coral blinked. “Wait. You—you *know* about—” Jenny’s smirk widened. She leaned in, her perfume—something expensive and floral—drowning out the coconut shampoo for a momen.

“Honey, I was tying knots before you were born. Im a divirced mum, I had my time at university with biyfriends, and a few girlfriends. Never quite trussed anyone up like a joint of beef though. I’d say, 7/10.” Jamie’s groan turned into a full-body shudder, his toes curling against the ropes.

Coral gaped, her lips parting and closing like a goldfish. Jenny just laughed again, patting Jamie’s sweat-damp thigh. “Relax, both of you. I’ll make tea.” She stood, smoothing her skirt, and tossed Coral a wink. “Unless you’d rather keep him squirming a little longer?” Coral’s cheeks flamed hotter than Jamie’s.

Jamie thrashed against the ropes, a garbled protest muffled by socks and tape. His mother paused halfway to the kitchen, tilting her head. “Actually…” She turned back and crouched beside him. Her manicured fingers—scarlet in contrast to the indigo polish as Coral’s—traced the rope around his chest. “This knot’s a bit loose, darling.” With a sharp tug, she cinched it tighter, making Jamie’s ribs expand against the sudden pressure. “There. Now he *really* can’t wiggle out.”

Jenny stood, rolling her shoulders. Then, without breaking eye contact with Coral, she crossed her wrists behind her back and turned around. The silk blouse stretched taut across her shoulders. “Want to practice on someone who won’t squirm like a dying fish?” Her voice was light, amused—like she was offering to critique a term paper. “I won’t bite. Unless you ask nicely.”

Coral’s throat clicked when she swallowed. Jamie’s muffled groan from the sofa vibrated against the tape, his toes curling against the rope around his ankles. Coral hesitated, then reached for the spare length coiled on the coffee table. The rope hissed through her fingers as she stepped closer, close enough to catch the scent of Jenny’s perfume—jasmine and something darker, like the inside of an antique jewelry box. Coral’s fingers trembled slightly as she looped the first knot around Jenny’s wrists. “Tighter,” Jenny murmured, pressing her arms together. “Unless you *want* me to escape. And I think you want me safely out if the way so yiu can have some……quality time with my son.”

The rope bit into Jenny’s skin as Coral pulled, the friction whispering against her silk blouse. Coral’s pulse hammered in her ears, her breath uneven as she cinched the knot. Jenny didn’t flinch—just rolled her shoulders back, testing the give. “Better,” she approved, glancing over her shoulder. Her smile was all teeth. “Now the elbows. Unless you’d rather I show you how *I* would’ve done it?” Coral’s fingers faltered mid-loop. Jamie made a sound like a dying seagull behind his gag.

Coral exhaled sharply and wrapped the rope around Jenny’s elbows, pulling them flush against her spine. The angle forced Jenny’s chest forward, the fabric of her blouse straining against the sudden pressure. Coral blinked. The effect was… pronounced. Jenny laughed—low, knowing—and arched into the restraint.

“See something you like?” Coral’s face burned. She jerked the rope tighter, watching the way Jenny’s collarbones jutted, how the silk puckered between the coils. “Now go around my chast, above and below my boobs. Cross my heart if you like.”

Coral’s fingers skimmed the swell of Jenny’s chest, hesitating. The blouse was thin, the heat of skin radiating through. She looped the rope just beneath, cinching it snug enough to make Jenny’s breath catch—then again above, crossing the lines between her shoulder blades. The fabric strained, the outline of Jenny’s bra suddenly stark against the silk. Coral swallowed. “Tighter?” Jenny’s voice cracked as she arched her back, pressing into the rope. “Mm, don’t be shy.” The words were honey-smooth, but her collarbones flushed pink where the restraint bit. Coral yanked the knot hard—*too* hard—and Jenny gasped, her chest heaving against the sudden pressure. The blouse gaped between the ropes, revealing a sliver of lace and sweat-damp skin. Coral froze, her pulse hammering in her throat.

Jamie’s muffled wheeze from the sofa broke the spell. Coral jerked her hands away like she’d been burned, but Jenny only laughed—a breathless, delighted sound—and twisted her wrists in the bonds. “Oh, sweetheart, you *are* thorough,” she purred, rolling her shoulders to test the give. The ropes creaked; the silk groaned. Coral’s gaze flickered to where the fabric puckered, the lines of Jenny’s body exaggerated by the tight coils. “Now you don’t want me wandering about, getting in the way, do you?” Jenny tilted her head, her smirk sharpening as she winked at Coral.

Coral blinked. “Wait. You *want*—?” Jenny’s grin was answer enough.

The older woman twisted her wrists again, the ropes biting deeper into her silk blouse with a faint creak. “Of course I do,” she murmured, stepping back—only to stumble deliberately against the coffee table. Her knee bumped the edge, sending a stack of magazines sliding to the floor. “Oh *dear*,” she drawled, widening her eyes in mock distress. “How *clumsy* of me.” Her gaze flicked to Jamie, still writhing on the sofa, his gag muffling what sounded suspiciously like a scream of betrayal. “Coral, darling, would you be a *doll* and tie my feet and legs? Before I *trip* and… interrupt something?”

Coral’s fingers twitched around the remaining rope. Jenny’s ankles were already crossed demurely, her tan tights shimmering under the afternoon light. The scent of her perfume—something expensive and musky—clung to the air between them as Coral knelt, looping the first coil just above her nylon covered ankles. Jenny sighed contentedly, rolling her hips to press into the restraint. “Tighter,” she urged, flexing her toes. “Unless you *want* me hopping around and ruining your fun.” The threat was undercut by the way her breath hitched when Coral cinched the knot, the rope digging into the delicate arch of her foot.

Jamie’s muffled groan from the sofa was half-strangled. Coral glanced over to find him straining against his bonds, his chest heaving under the crisscrossed ropes, sweat glistening along the taut lines of his abdomen. His mother followed her gaze and chuckled, wiggling her bound toes. “Oh, don’t mind him,” she trilled, deliberately rocking sideways until she toppled onto the armchair with an exaggerated gasp. The ropes held. Her silk blouse rode up, revealing a sliver of toned stomach where the coils bit into her waist. “Goodness, how *embarrassing*,” she sighed, not sounding embarrassed at all. “I seem to be… *stuck*.”

Coral’s pulse thrummed in her fingertips as she looped the next length around Jenny’s knees, pulling them flush together. The older woman’s tights whispered against themselves as Coral cinched the knot tight—*too* tight, maybe—but Jenny only arched into it, her thighs flexing against the restraint. “Mm, *yes*,” she murmured, twisting her wrists again just to hear the ropes creak. “Now *that’s* a proper trussing.” Coral’s breath hitched when Jenny’s feet brushed her bare thigh, warm even through the nylon.

“Only one problem,” Jenny sighed dramatically, tilting her head toward Jamie, who was currently thrashing against the sofa like a landed fish. His mother’s grin widened. “I *do* tend to be a bit of a chatterbox when I’m nervous. And *oh*, look at me—all tied up and nowhere to go! I might just *have* to fill the silence with… *stories*.” Her voice dipped, syrupy-sweet. “Like how Jamie used to cry when he stepped on Legos as a toddler. Or that time in secondary school when he—”

Coral moved before Jenny could finish the sentence, snatching the silk scarf draped over the armchair—bright red and still faintly warm from Jenny’s skin. “You *did* say scarves,” Coral muttered, looping the fabric around Jenny’s mouth in a quick, messy gag. The older woman’s laughter vibrated against the silk as Coral cinched it tight, the knot digging into the hollows of her cheeks. Jenny arched an eyebrow, her breath hot and muffled against the fabric, but her eyes sparkled with unmistakable approval. Coral hesitated, then tucked the ends of the scarf neatly behind Jenny’s ear, her fingers brushing the shell of it—soft, slightly damp with sweat.

“Yeff. Carves. There gore uck cairs. You ave coo gooo a getter jog.”

Jenny’s muffled words slurred against the red silk stuffed between her teeth, but the gleam in her eyes was unmistakable—challenge and amusement rolled into one. Coral hesitated for half a second before running jpstairs and rumaging through the draws until she found the stash of silk. The scarfs smelled like her shampoo, something expensive and floral, layered over the faint chemical tang of hairspray. Coral ran down the stairs back to her captives. Stuffing two more scarves into jennys mouth, she took a third and tied it iver the older womans mouth, tightened it with a sharp tug, watching Jenny’s lips press into the fabric, the corners twitching upward.

Jamie’s muffled groan from the sofa drew Coral’s attention. His legs strained against the ropes, thighs flexing uselessly as he twisted his head to stare at his mother—bound, gagged, and grinning with her eyes like she’d won the lottery. Coral straddled him again, her bare knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips. She dragged her fingers down his chest, nails scraping lightly over sweat-slick skin. “Now,” she murmured, leaning down until her lips brushed his ear, “where were we?”

[boundth]

Great story! Was hoping the mum would be overpowered and captured rather than submitting but it still great!

Hoping to see more and more characters join the party!!

[Janbound]

Now that’s hot! DidJamie know his mum had a kinky streak?