Mother and Son Bonding (F/M; F/FM)

[Janbound]

My first stab at this caused some issues. I’ve rewritten the story making the separation of concepts clearer. I hope you enjoy and it passes muster. I have already asked for MOD advice. Thank you anyone and everyone who called me out.






The Beginning

The Saturday morning light danced through the blinds of Kate's cozy living room, casting a warm glow on the well-worn sofa where she sat, legs crossed and folded beneath her. Her eyes scanned the bookshelf, searching for something that could capture her interest. The silence was a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the weekdays, her mind finally getting the chance to unravel from the tight knot it had been in. She picked out an old, dog-eared paperback and opened it to the first page, the scent of aged ink and dusty pages filling her nose with nostalgia. The quiet was soon interrupted by the pitter-patter of bare feet approaching from the hallway.

"Mom," James called out, his voice a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I need your help with something."

Kate looked up from her book, her curiosity piqued. She could see James, her 18-year-old son, standing in the doorway wearing only a pair of black football shorts. His eyes darted around the room, as if checking for something that wasn't there. "What's up, sweetie?" she asked, setting her book aside.

"Well," he began, taking a deep breath, "I've been thinking about this for a while, and I've decided to try something new. I want to experience being tied up."

Kate's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Tied up?" she echoed, trying to keep her voice even. "Okay, James, I can see this might be...interesting. But why don't you tell me a bit more about it?"

James shuffled his feet, a hint of a blush creeping all over his body . "It's just something I've heard about, and I want to see what it feels like," he said, averting his gaze. "I've read that it can be...therapeutic, you know? Help me relax, get out of my head for a bit."

Kate couldn't help but laugh. She remembered her own teenage years, the giggling tie-up games with her friends, the innocent explorations of power dynamics that seemed so thrilling at the time. But James? He'd always been so focused on bikes and football, so practical and uninterested in such frivolous things. "Well, if you're sure," she said, still smiling. "But why don't you tell me more about it?"

James nodded eagerly and stepped closer. "You know, I’ve seen escape videos on YouTube, and read about bandage and meditation, like you and yoga. You know, like those knots that are tight but not too tight, so you can't get out but you're still safe," he explained, his cheeks now fully aflame. "I've got some rope in my room."

Kate felt a strange mix of amusement and concern. She wasn’t quite sure how to handle this sudden request, but she knew that James was a grown young man, capable of making his own decisions. Plus, she could see the excitement in his eyes and didn’t want to stifle his curiosity. "Alright," she said, standing up and stretching. "But I think we should have some rules. First, you can ask me to stop at any time. And second, we do this together, okay?"

James' eyes widened. "You mean..."

"I mean," Kate said, her smile broadening, "that I'll tie you up, but I won’t leave you". It’s just you and me OK.

James nodded, a bit too quickly for Kate's liking, but she figured it was his nerves getting the best of him. She followed him to his room, both sets of bare feet slapping on the polished floor, where several coils of rope lay on bed, the frayed ends whispering of past adventures. The room smelled faintly of teenage boy and the musky scent of deodorant.

"Okay," she said, "let's get this show on the road." She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach. It had been a long time since she'd done anything like this, and she wasn't sure she remembered her feelings properly . "Why don't you sit down on the bed?"

James sat down, his eyes glued to Kate as she picked up the rope. She felt a bit like a doctor about to perform surgery, her hands moving with a surprising confidence. His skin was warm to the touch, and she took a moment to appreciate the trust he was placing in her. She began to tie his wrist to the top of the bed, the rope wrapping around his skin like a serpent.

"Mom, nit too tight?" James winced as she cinched the knot.

"It's OK. One finger under the ropes to keep them safe. James," Kate teased, keeping her grip firm but gentle. She was surprised at how comfortable she felt with this odd situation, the rope sliding through her fingers with a smoothness that spoke of a familiarity she hadn’t known she had. She had never done this with anyone but her closest friends in her youth, and certainly never with her son. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw excitement and vulnerability, and she realised this was just another way to connect with him, to share in his experiences and support him as he grew into his own person.

Once James's hands were secured to the top of the bed, Kate stepped to the other side and started on his feet. The ropes criss-crossed over the mattress, creating tight web of four ropes that held him in place. She tied each knot with care, ensuring that it wasn’t too tight, but secure enough to keep him from wiggling free. The feel of the rope against James' skin was strange at first, but as she worked, it became almost meditative, like a dance between them.

After she had finished tying him up, Kate stepped back to admire her handiwork. James looked so vulnerable, yet there was something oddly calming about the way his body laid there, almost peacefully. She couldn’t resist the urge to tickle his feet, watching his body convulse in laughter. It was a simple act, but it brought back a flood of memories of when he was a little boy, begging her to tickle him until he couldn’t breathe. “No mum. No mum. Please stop.” He called between gasps. Kate knew his feet had always been ticklish.

But she also knew that was not what James had in mind. He had asked for a full experience. So she went to her bedroom and picked up three scarves from her bedside drawer, the fabric soft and warm from the sun that had filtered through his window. She approached him again, her heart beating a little faster. "Ready?" she asked, her voice gentle. He nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. She leaned in and whispered, "Just remember, you can tell me to stop at any time, okay? Just say “marmalade” ”

The first scarf was a silky red one that had been a gift from an old friend. Kate folded it into a makeshift gag and pushed it into his mouth before she wrapped a second black one around James's mouth, tying it snugly behind his head. The sound of his muffled protests grew distant as she covered his eyes with the third scarf, a blue one that matched the bedspread. She tied it tightly, leaving just enough room for him to breathe comfortably.

Now blindfolded and gagged, James' body grew still, his chest rising and falling with shallow, nervous breaths. Kate's heart swelled with a strange mix of love and excitement. She took his feet in her hands again, her fingers dancing over his arches, toes curling and flexing as she found his most sensitive spots. His laughter was muffled by the scarf, but the vibrations of it rumbled through his body, causing the ropes to tighten around him.

Moving up, Kate's fingers found their way to his bare stomach, tracing light patterns that had him squirming and giggling, his muscles taut beneath her touch. The ropes creaked softly as he tried to wriggle away, the struggle only adding to the thrill. She watched his chest heave and fall with each tickle, feeling a sense of playful power that she hadn't experienced in a very long time.

Next, Kate targeted his underarms, the soft, sensitive skin that always sent him into fits of laughter when she tickled him as a child. She knew this would be a challenge, but James' muffled squeals and the way his body jerked against the ropes told her she had hit the jackpot. The room filled with the sweet sound of his laughter, and Kate felt her own heart lighten, the tension of the unusual situation dissipating like mist in the sun.

Moving up to his tummy, Kate's fingers danced over the ropes that criss-crossed his abdomen, the fabric of his shorts stretching with his movements. James' breaths grew more rapid, his stomach muscles tightening and releasing with each tickle. She watched the ropes shift and tighten as he tried to squirm away, the sight both fascinating and oddly comforting.

Kate decided to switch tactics, kneeling at the foot of the bed. She reached for James' bare feet. He shook his head curious as to what was happening. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the arch of his right foot. It was a tender gesture, one that didn't fit with the playfulness of their situation, but it felt right. He was her son, and she cared for him deeply, even as she explored this new side of their relationship.

Her tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of his skin. She traced the outline of his foot, her mouth moving from the sensitive spot between his toes to the rough pad of his heel. James' body jerked in surprise, the muffled sounds from his gag growing more intense. The sensation was foreign to him, a mix of pleasure and ticklishness that he hadn’t anticipated and he squirmed on the bed trying to escape it.

Kate felt a strange thrill at his reaction. She had never done anything like this before, but the power she held in this moment was exhilarating. She took her time, her mouth moving over each toe, her teeth lightly grazing his skin. The ropes held him firmly in place, and she knew he was at her mercy. It was a heady feeling, one that made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t felt in years.

Suddenly Kate stopped. This was too much. James clearly enjoyed it but this was her son. She shouldn’t do this. She ran to her bedroom and threw herself on the bed distraught.

Her thoughts were racing, her heart thumping in her chest like a drum. She picked up her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found Jan's name. Jan had always been the adventurous one, the friend who encouraged Kate to let go of her inhibitions. Maybe she could help her make sense of this peculiar situation. With trembling fingers, Kate dialed Jan's number, hoping she'd answer quickly.

The phone rang a few times before Jan's cheery voice filled the line. "Hey Kate, what's up?"

Kate took a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain. "I...I need you to come over," she managed to say, her voice shaking. "It's James. I need help with….a tricky situation.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Jan had known Kate for years, and she knew that Kate wasn't one to ask for help unless she truly needed it. "Of course," Jan said, her voice filled with concern. "What's going on?"

“I’ll explain when you get here.”

The line went dead, and Kate felt a mix of relief and dread wash over her. She went back and took one last look at James, bound and blindfolded on the bed, and hurried down stairs. She was Still wearing her yoga leggings and vest top, bare foot, and was shocked at feeling the material cling to her sweat damp skin.

Twenty minutes later, Jan pulled into the driveway in her sleek sports car. Kate could see the top of her blonde hair from the living room window, and she felt a wave of gratitude. Jan had always been the one to drop everything for her, the one to laugh away her worries with a single glance.

The doorbell chimed, and Kate took a deep breath, smoothing down her yoga pants before walking to the door. She pulled it open to reveal Jan, dressed in a form-fitting red top that accentuated her curves, a navy skirt that stopped just above her knees, and tan tights that ended in a pair of crimson heels that clicked against the floor as she stepped inside.

"Wow, Kate, you're looking...flustered," Jan said, her eyes sweeping over Kate's disheveled outfit. "What's the emergency?"

“James asked me to tie him up so I did and he’s tied to the bed in just his shirts and I tickled him and he liked it and I kissed and licked his feet and I enjoyed it and were both excited and he’s my son and I shouldn’t be doing it but he’s desperate and so am I.”

Kate blurted out her words as Jan stepped inside, her eyes wide and searching for understanding. Jan's face remained calm, but Kate could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. She knew Jan would listen without judgment, but she also knew that this was a lot to ask of her friend.

"Okay," Jan said slowly, her voice measured. "Let's go upstairs and talk to him."

Kate nodded, the gravity of the situation weighing on her shoulders as they made their way up the stairs, Jan's heels now silent on the soft carpet, but she slipped them off before ascending, her feet now encased in just nylon as silent Kate's bare feet. tThey entered James' room. Jan's eyes widened at the sight of him, but she didn't miss a beat, walking over to the bed and placing a gentle hand on Kate's arm. "You okay?"

James Nodded.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Mmmpphh.” Nodded again.

Jan looked at the bulge in his shirts and hustled Kate out if the room.

“He needs something you can’t give him as his mother.” Kate nodded. “But I can.” Finished Jan.

“Can I ask one thing?” Said Kate. “Please… keep me out of the way.”

“You mean?”

Kate led Jan to her bedroom, pulling a bag from under the bed she produced a pile of rope, handcuffs, ball gags and blindfolds.

"Ok, I'm going to tie you up," Jan said, her voice firm and reassuring. "But remember, if it's too much, just say 'marmalade', okay?"

Kate nodded, her heart racing. She watched as Jan approached her and lay still on the bed, her eyes filled with relief. Jan's movements were swift and precise, her hands moving over Kate’s body with a confidence that Kate hadn't seen before. She tied Kates hands behind her back, fingers interlocked, then her elbows and tied ropes round her chest. A crotch rope between her yoga pants and tied her wrists to that. Kate’s legs were bound together at ankles, above and below knees, thighs and her big toes, then Jan bent her knees to tie her ankles to her elbows. Finally she fastened a large red ball gag in her friends mouth and buckled a fur lined leather blindfold over her eyes.

“Ready?” Jan asked, her voice a mix of excitement and concern.

Kate nodded, her heart racing as Jan took her place at the foot of the bed. Jan's hands, usually so reassuring, felt strange as they took Kate's bare feet into her firm grip. The softness of Jan’s skin was a stark contrast to the roughness of the ropes that held her in place. Kate felt a strange mix of emotions—fear, excitement, and something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

With a wicked smile, Jan began to tickle Kate's feet, starting with the same gentle touch Kate had used on James. Kate giggled, the sensation sending shivers up her spine. The ropes around her wrists and ankles held her firmly, but not painfully, allowing Jan full access to her sensitive soles. Jan's fingers danced over Kate's arches, her toes curling and uncurling in response. The laughter bubbled up inside Kate, muffled by the ball gag in her mouth.

The tickling grew more intense, Jan's fingers moving from Kate's toes to the soles of her feet, pressing down with just enough force to make her squirm. Kate's body jerked and writhed, trying to escape Jan's touch, but the binds held her fast. The ropes bit into her skin slightly, the discomfort only adding to the thrill. Jan watched Kate's reaction, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're doing great," she murmured, her voice low and soothing. “All nice and tighty.” See you later.

Jan wandered through to Jame’s room, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. She looked at the bulge in his shorts as her blouse dropped to the floor. Testing one hand in his shirts she said “I think you need some help with that.”

[Boundngagged75]

Interesting read. I couldn’t imagine asking my mother to tie me up Interesting dynamic having Jan keep Kate bound and gagged while she goes to take care of son.

[Mommy's Naughty Boy]

@Janbound this story gave me wonderful shivers just like all previous tales.

I loved it! Thank you for writing it.

[JS_Photo]

Very nicely done so far. Please continue!

[Tiengag5]

Wow, Great Story of mom son bondage.

[Derftg]

Could you please write a sequel? I really enjoyed this story and I think I'm not the only one who wants a sequel.

[Derftg]

Hello! When will you post another part please?

[Richman65]

Excelent story. Please a second part.

[Jeffpa1967]

This story is very good.

[MrBind]

Good story, hopefully next time the son can tie thr ladies