For the next week she wears that outfit when dad is gone it’s driving me crazy. She’s been more bold and flirting more. Too far?" I said, sitting down at her feet. I looked around at where I was. Clothes strewn about the floor, a vibrator by the foot of the chair, the beautiful woman tied up willingly. "You draw the line at this?" Her face fell. "Oh... Adam please..." she began to beg. It wasn't desperate begging. It seemed almost playful, though it was still begging.

Open wide," I said. Surprisingly, she obeyed. I shoved them in. Then I used a roll of ductape to gag her. She mumbled through the gag incoherently.I took off her blindfold and smiled at her. "I just wanted to give you the full experience of feeling vulnerable." It was brief as we didn't have much to eat. However, we had both eaten a big lunch. A takeaway might have upset my already tingling stomach. An idea had hatched in my mind. Dad left for work at 3pm like always and Christy watched him leave. She had on baggy sweats and a t shirt.

Then she comes out in just a towel and goes to kitchen. I can see her at sink she reached in cabinet which raised the towel and i could see the bare curve of her lower **. That was definitely exciting..." she said. "But the clothes... you shouldn't have done that. It's not right." I'm gonna leave you here for a while now," I said, soothingly. "And when I return I might untie you." She sighed. "A passing interest, yes." She paused. "I've never done anything... exciting. As in, I've never explored myself in that way."No, but I would like to try it out." She looked at me firmly. "Tie me up. Not too tight. Untie me immediately if I tell you to. And don't do anything... extreme." Hello! Sorry this took me so long. I find writing erotic stuff easiest when I'm horny - annoyingly I wasn't in the mood for much of the past month. But I've finished it now. I hope you enjoy!

I wiped the sweat from her brow. Then I slowly shook my head. She looked at me, slightly more frustrated. I’m not saying I didn’t look at her body when she was in swim suit or ** when she wore tight jeans. Sure i did. But never fantasized about her. I looked at her up and down. Part of my conscience was urging me to untie her and face the consequences. Hopefully I could convince her not to tell Dad and we would put this all behind us. But the other part... I nodded. I felt slightly uncomfortable talking about bondage with my step-mom so tried to change the subject. "We should probably sort out dinner."There was a moment of silence. I felt my heart slowly beginning to pound. I suddenly began to fear the worst. She was my step-mom after all. Even if we weren't related and didn't really see each other in such a way it still somehow sounded wrong. I felt the tension between us. I whispered. "I'm going to rub some objects against you. If you correctly guess what they are, you win. However, if you guess wrong, I win." Well of course you'd know all about that," she said, mischievously. It was a poorly kept secret of mine that I enjoyed trying out bondage on myself. I had become surprisingly good at tying knot around my wrist and ankles. I remembered one time that I had managed to tie myself up so well that my older sister had found me and had to help me get free. That was a few years ago now and hadn't exactly been a very fine moment. My step-mom soon found out about that, though I had made her swear never to tell my Dad or anyone else. I continued, edging down to her belly and grabbing her. My fingers exploiting every nook and cranny.

My step-mother had had a very frustrating day. She'd failed a job interview (again) and was worrying about the state of the marriage. My father was out on a week-long business trip. Lately, they'd both been drifting apart and for me it had awoken memories of him and my mom before the divorce. That day, she'd come home from work and was sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a magazine. At 35, she was 10 years younger than my dad was. Unlike the rest of my family, she was a brunette. She was also incredibly curvy, regularly visiting the gym. I had never really seen her as much of a mother. She was more of an acquaintance who happened to live with me because of family connections. I continued pleasuring her, bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy. She moaned and struggled, on the edge. She murmured that she was about to cum.As for myself, I had just turned 18 at the time. I was a relatively skinny guy with messy blonde hair.