"You like what I am wearing. I picked this out especially for you honey as I know blue is you favorite color." She came floating up to him as he sat awestruck on the bed his eyes trapped by those enormous areolas on full display under the snug fitting see thru top. "No one has ever seen me in this before sweetie. I was saving it for us . . . I bought it sometime during the summer with the anticipation of wearing it for you one night."
"Jesus Mom, really . . . you bought this for me . . . during the summer? You knew then?"
"Yes I knew the day I first spotted you staring out your bedroom window spying on me as I laid out in the sun in my bikini that you wanted to be with your mother."
He swallowed hard unable to fathom she knew his secret, all this time, but yet said nothing. She sat down on the bed next to him-- about to tell him something else which would blow his mind.
"Honey, I was wondering if maybe you could do your mom a favour. I bought something last year a little bit before your father's accident. It was supposed to be for the both of us and . . . well here, let me show you."
She reached over pulling open the bottom drawer of the nightstand. His heart skipped a beat when he observed what she pulled out: a pair of shiny black fur lined handcuffs.
"I had planned on surprising your father with these but before I could . . . you know." She sat on the bed next to him. "We had talked about adding a bit of kink to our relationship for a long time and finally I had worked up the courage to allow him to subdue me with these."
"Jesus Mom you want me to . . ." He could hardly believe it. This was going from surreal to downright . . . fantastic.
"Yes I want you to subdue your mommy and then do whatever your little heart desires to me. It might be fun. Would you be willing to try?"
Of course he was fucking willing to try.
Alyssa hurried off to get a few additional items other than the handcuffs for their kinky playtime: a bottle of champagne stuffed in a bucket filled with ice and a single long red feather. Back inside the bedroom she placed the champagne bucket on the nightstand while dropping the long red feather on the bed next to the shiny black handcuffs.
Jimmy led his mother over to her four poster king size bed which is comfortable. Their newest adventure started with a series of passionate kisses as he gently eased her up against up against one of the tall posts at the foot of the bed.
"Now I am going to clasp my hands together behind the post and then you go ahead and slap the cuffs on me," she told him in a voice breaking with pent up excitement over what they were about to do.
Jimmy secured her wrists with the cuffs and then took a step back to admire things. It was perfect--she was at his utter mercy. Staring at her colossal tits he felt like a little kid at Christmas who had just received the absolute most perfect pair of toys to play with--ever.
"Now use your imagination, maybe pour us both a glass or two of champagne . . ." She paused smiling before adding, "Or even three to kick things off and just so you know when your mother gets tipsy I tend to get really friendly and a bit wild sweetheart. And then after you get me good and drunk you can do whatever you want to me . . . for the rest of the night."
Jimmy hurriedly poured her first glass of champagne and brought it up to her lips. He tipped it forward allowing her to greedily gulp it down and then repeated the process over the course of the next few minutes until she polished off three full glasses-- minus a few generous sips he took along the way.
"I think its playtime," she said before giggling. "Any ideas?"
Indeed he had more than a few.
Filling up yet another flute of champagne this time he added several small ice cubes to the glass. Tipping it to her mouth he allowed his now tipsy mother another couple sips before yanking the glass back.
Smiling he said, "We have to save the rest."
"We do?" she asked smacking her lips.
"Yes, for these." He pulled the glass back holding it over her chest before, with an evil grin, he slowly tipped it forward. Laughing, he whispered, "They look thirsty."
Realizing what he was about to do, Alyssa immediately began to beg. "Oh God no. Please honey you know how sensitive I am to cold--"
The ice cold champagne came cascading out of the flute and onto her tits making Alyssa cringe.
Jimmy stared at his mother, stared at her tits that is, as she shuddered while trying to helplessly avoid the cold stream of champagne being unceremoniously spilled down and onto her tits.
"Damn that is so cold, Son!" Alyssa whined when the last of the champagne finally was drained from the flute.
"What . . . so cold you want some more you say," Jimmy happily retorted as he turned away and quickly refilled the flute.
"No, Jimmy. Please no more I can't . . ."
This time he favored a much more direct approach. The few generous sips of champagne he enjoyed earlier left him feeling bold and reckless. Without thinking he snapped at her, "Shut up mother and take your teasing in silence . . . like I had to all summer."
He snapped his wrist forward flinging the entire contents of the cold champagne all over her chest absolutely soaking the clingy blue camisole.
This was not going to the way Alyssa had expected it to. She wanted to yell and scream at him but instead decided a softer, gentler approach might be better. "Honey, please you are wasting the champagne and please I can't take anymore. Maybe you should just release me and we can go to bed where you can do anything you want to me. I--"
"I can do anything I want to you now," he replied coolly, "and if you don't be quiet and let me think I will leave you like this for the rest of the night . . . after I open all the windows of course."So much for the gentle approach. "Jimmy, I demand you release me!" she barked at him. "Now damn it!"
Ignoring her angry request he strode across the room to her window. Wrenching it open he wondered if this would make her take him seriously. If not, then maybe this. Moving over to the candles he started to blow them out.
Alyssa, feeling a cold draft of air enter the bedroom, begin to beg an earnest now. "Jimmy, please, pretty please, shut the window and . . ." She stopped whining. The room was starting to get dark. Twisting her head around, she watched as was blowing out the candles one by one.
"Honey you . . . you can't leave me here in the dark. Please. . . ."
Feeling drunk with power, Jimmy, adding a hard edge to his voice, snapped, "OK then do as I say and stop your goddamn whining. Suffer your teasing in silence . . . again like I had to all summer!"
"OK, yes I shall be quiet," Alyssa quickly replied.
"Good." He hurried across the room and shut the window before turning his attention back to her.
"Now since you don't want any more champagne dumped on your boobs and I am not quite done teasing them I will have to think of something else. Hmm . . ."
His gaze fell to the bucket of ice the champagne was sitting in as a most wicked idea came to him. Fishing out two of the larger ice cubes from the bucket, he dropped them in the empty flute. Grinning, he walked over to his mother.
Looking at her, she appeared somewhat dazed; maybe like a deer caught in headlights. Carefully he slipped a pair of fingers up and under the edge of the camisole and slowly lifted it up to fully reveal her tits.
Taking the ice cubes out of the flute he carefully began rubbing them all over her nipples making his mom squirm something awful. Laughing he announced happily, "How do you cool the world's hottest mom off . . . with ice cubes of course!"
Alyssa bit her lip hard, resisting the urge to beg for him to stop. After a few more circular passes with the ice cubes, Jimmy dropped them back into the glass and picked up the feather.
Starting with her mid-section he stroked her abs in a zig zag pattern slowly making his way ever upward. By the way she was softly moaning the soft red feather was having its desired effect on her. As the feather slipped up onto her boobs, Alyssa begin to moan even louder, but better yet was the way her intense squirming was making those big boobs of hers jiggle and bounce up and down.
Using the long red feather like a finger Jimmy flickered it carefully across each of her fully erect nipples in turn making his mother moan and squirm even louder to his utter delight.
He spent the next few minutes circling the feather all around her sensitive nipples until her squirming and moaning reached epic proportions.
After dropping the feather, he brought his mouth up to her neck. He started to kiss it softly as his hand slipped down and inside her boy shorts.
"Christ, Mommy you are so wet," he whispered as he slipped one finger inside of her. Crushing his mouth up against hers they engaged in a series of passionate kisses which made their earlier make out session seem like mere child's play.
Breaking the kiss off, Jimmy considered teasing her some more but when she whispered, panted was maybe more like it, "Please baby you have . . . have to make me come," he simply could not resist.
He kissed his way down past her neck and onto her boobs. Lashing his tongue out, he attacked her nipples ferociously as Alyssa closed her eyes. Leaning her head back, she thrust her boobs out for his enjoyment.
Dropping to his knees, he slowly pulled down her lace shorts to reveal the world's most heavenly pussy up close and personal. Jimmy was a novice when it came to eating pussy, but what he lacked in experience he made up for in sheer enthusiasm.
He gauged how he was doing by her reactions to where his flickering, darting tongue landed. After a few delicious miscues he found her clit assaulting it with his eager tongue.
He resisted the urge to smile as his mom's moans filled the quiet room as did her desperate pleas. "Please baby . . . Oh God that's it . . . don't stop . . . eat your mommy's pussy please baby make me come."
Burying his face between her legs his tongue lashed at her swollen clit as he brought his index finger up, pumping it up and inside of her. It was all becoming too much. Overheated already by her son's teasing, Alyssa dived head first into one of the most intense orgasms of her life.
Hitting her like a runaway freight train, the orgasm rushed home as her loud moans reverberated throughout the quiet room. "OH GOD . . . BABY MOMMY IS COMMMING . . ."
Rising to his feet, Jimmy looked at his mother. She was still gasping for breath as he reached out and stroked the side of her pretty face. "Was that nice Mommy?"
"Oh Jesus honey that was so intense. I have never came that hard even on your father's best nights." It was a little white lie maybe but why not make her son feel good about his first time.
"Should I get the keys and release you now."
"Hmm, not quite yet. It's my turn now and I think I want to be still helpless when I do it."
"Do what?" he whispered.
She answered by slowly sliding down the post to her knees. Staring directly at the large bulge in his jeans she whispered, "Take those fucking jeans off sweetheart. Your mommy wants that big cock of yours in her mouth."
Looking down, his erect cock jutting out mere inches from his mom's mouth, Jimmy simply could not believe his very first blow job in life would be coming from his mother-- as she was handcuffed to a post on her bed.
"Oh God . . ." he whispered as she slowly took him in her warm mouth. Without having the use of her hands giving her son a blowjob was a little more difficult than Alyssa imagined it might be but she was a quick learner.
Reaching down, Jimmy placed his hand on the back of her head "forcing" her to take more of him into her willing mouth.
Alyssa went to work worshipping her son's cock. First, she twisted her mouth around and under his hard member licking the underside of it like a popsicle.
"Jesus, Mom that is so good," Jimmy mumbled as his head lolled back.
Once she heard him begin to moan, Alyssa swirled her tongue around the sensitive underside of his throbbing cock before she took him fully into her mouth.
Going slow she swallowed his hardness inch by delicious inch making her son shiver with anticipation. Dipping her head up and down, she sucked on him in earnest now eager to taste his cum for the first time.
Jimmy was near to blowing his load as his mom twisted her head around to take even more of him into her willing mouth.
Jimmy not at all trying to fight the pending orgasm submitted. "Mommy, I am going to come in your mouth," he whispered seeking permission maybe.
Alyssa response was simple: she increased her speed while taking as much of him as deep as possible into her experienced mouth. She pulled back just long enough to lash her tongue around the head of his cock three or four times before nearly gagging as she swallowed him whole.
Jerking his hips forward, Jimmy let out one last whimper before releasing his load in his mom's mouth.
Alyssa looked up at her son with a smug little smile on her face before he collapsed next to her onto his knees. Hugging her tight he brought his mouth to her ear whispering, "God I love you so much. You are the best mom ever."
"Well I would hope so," she replied as he unlocked the cuffs.
They fell blissfully asleep snuggled deep in each other's arms, resting up for their next adventure which-- if you asked Jimmy-- could not come soon enough.