My Mom cried into the phone as she related another story of how her latest boyfriend was abusing her. I patiently let her "cry it out" as I put her on "speakerphone" so that I could "surf the net" while we talked. I know that sounds uncaring, but you have to understand that my Mom made a habit out of getting involved with bad men who used her or worse yet, were downright abusive physically, mentally or even sexually.

A little background on my Mom is in order. Dad left her not long after I was born. He ran off with his much younger secretary. He also left her with enough money to insure that she would never have to work again and could live like a queen to boot.

Mom "hit the gym" right away and whipped her body into the fantastic shape that it is still in. She is 5 feet, 7 inches tall, weighs 115 pounds, has 36-C breasts, a 24 inch waist, has blond hair that cascades down to the middle of her back and has a beautiful face that fools people into thinking that she is my sister! And those legs! My Mom still has fantastic, sexy, gorgeous legs! When my Mom would wear a short skirt or short shorts I would just stare at her until my jaw dropped.

My Mom is 42 and I am 21 and she can easily pass herself off as my sister or better yet, my girlfriend!

But Mom's biggest problem was she had terrible taste in men. She tended to pick up men that were domineering types. Guys that wouldn't let her speak her mind or have her own way.

Some of these guys were abusive. Freaky. Maybe even a little dangerous.

One of these guys was a real "control freak" who enjoyed complete control over my mom. I came home one night to find Mom with her hands tied tightly behind her back and her legs tied together and a red rubber "ball gag" in her mouth. She made a "mmmppphh" sound as I ran over to her.

"Mom, what happened to you"? Did somebody break into the house and tie and gag you like this"? I pulled the "ball gag" out of my Mom's mouth . slowly.

"No, honey. It was my boyfriend. He wanted to see what it would feel like to go out to a bar and to know that while he was doing that, that I was back home, tied up on the couch, with a gag in my mouth and wearing this bikini".

In my initial shock at finding my Mom bound and gagged on the couch by what I had assumed were burglars, I hadn't noticed that she was wearing one of her bikini swimsuits that she had started to wear around the house more and more often. I think that it was right there, at that moment, that my bondage and incest desires were started up. Without hesitation, I reached out and touched her thigh, lightly. It was the most incredible sensation!

"You like looking at your Mom, in a bikini, don't you, honey" She always could look right through me. But it was o.k. We could always talk about anything. She was and still is a very open and honest and caring Mom.

"Yes, Mom. I can't deny it. I do. The ropes and the gag are kind of getting me excited. Do you like it when you can't talk"?

"I don't expect you to understand it, but yes, I really like when Steve ( her boyfriend ) puts that gag in my mouth or when he puts his hand over my mouth and keeps me from talking. We didn't think you would come home this early and that's why you found me like this".

It was like I had been waiting for something like this all along. I know it sounds weird but that is exactly what it was like. It seemed like I knew exactly what I wanted to do now. I reached out and put my hand over my Mom's mouth.

Mom tried to scream as I held my hand over her mouth in a tight "handgag". The feeling of having the power to keep your own Mom from screaming just by holding a hand over her lips is just incredible! Those of you who have tried it know what I am talking about.

"Mmmppphhh! Uuulllggghhh! Mofffff! That was pretty much all that Mom could say with my hand held so tightly over her mouth. My balls were pulsating with excitement.

"I do understand your gag fetish, Mom. I would sneak looks at you and Dad from upstairs when you thought I was in my room. I know how he used to tie and gag you. Now, your boyfriend gets to tie and gag you. I want my turn, Mom. I want to tie and gag you, too. And I promise that you will enjoy being tied and gagged by me, your own son, much more than any other man".

Mom twisted around to look at me. The sight of her beautiful eyes, looking up at me, over the hand that I was using to cover her mouth with, was fantastic!

I leaned closer in to Mom.

"That's right, Mom. I'm going to kidnap you and take you away from these guys you pick up. You know that they don't really care about you the way that I do".

I pulled my hand away from Mom's mouth. She worked the kinks out of her jaw by flexing it up and down before she could talk again.

"Honey, I know you're right. Just give me some time to think about it. The funny thing is, I've had fantasies about being kidnapped by you too. I really liked the feeling of your hand over my mouth. I want - mmmppphhh".

I put the ball gag back between my Mom's rich, full lips.

"Your boyfriend is pulling up in the driveway. I'm going to go to my room now so that you two can have some privacy. But, I promise you, Mom, the next time a man's hand covers your pretty mouth, it will be my hand. And after that, my rope will tie your hands tightly together behind your back and I will put a gag deeply into your mouth so that you can't scream. And then, our little kidnap adventure will begin".

Mom vigorously nodded her head "yes" as I left the living room just as her boyfriends key turned in the front door lock.

Please note: This is a fictional story written by consenting adults, about consenting adults, for consenting adults. If you are not an adult or you are offended by this kind of story, then accept our apologies and go elsewhere. If you are an adult and you like the story then leave comments. Thank you. 4:09 A.M. / FR-04-03-09 / C.D.T. / U.S.A.

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