There were other times when Mom gagged me. This just served to give me a hand over mouth fetish which I was now enjoying to the fullest! Under the pretense of keeping my Mom quiet as I fondled her, I was keeping her in a tight handgag. I enjoyed the feel of her hot breath on my fingers as I held her mouth closed. I savored the beautiful "MMMPPPHHHS" she made as I tightened my hands grip on Moms mouth. "Were going home, Mom. I want to take you home and get inside you as fast as possible". Mom nodded "yes" as my hand still covered her mouth. TO BE CONTINUED!

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.

Im a single Mother, years old. My Son is years old. After my husband left me for another woman I was devastated. I felt so unattractive and unwanted. I still wanted a physical relationship with a man but I no longer trusted them. I resigned myself to going without the sex and kinky bondage fun that I had once enjoyed with my lousy, no good, cheating husband.

I walked into the house and thought I had walked onto the cover of a magazine. My own Mom was dressed in a skimpy bikini with just a button down sweater for a cover up. I asked her why she was dressed that way. Dont get me wrong. I loved it! "Mom, you look fantastic! You look better in that bikini than most years olds and youre "! Mom walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek.

I decided to indulge another fetish of mine, hand over mouth, and clamped my hand tightly over my daughters mouth. I asked her if she was up for a "kidnapping" fantasy photo shoot. She nodded her head in an enthusiastic "yes". I told her that I was out of film and wed have to wait till later. Then, I asked my daughter if she would mind terribly if I kept my hand over her mouth for a while. Dawn nodded "yes" once again and made muffled giggles under the hand that I held tightly over her mouth.

A young mother watches TV with her adult son in the living room. Everyone else is asleep. They are alone. She wonders if it was a mistake to let her son see her in her halter top and short shorts. She knows he is eyeing her. In a flash, her son is on top of her. She opens her mouth to scream for her husband. Her son is fast. He clamps his hand over her mouth before a scream can escape her lips.

Time to go..." I pressed my hand over mouth and hushed his lips with my fingers. His head moved closer to me and his hand slipped down to the top of my thigh, resting on the narrow band of cotton cloth separating my back and front. I was breathing so quickly now, rapid and shallow, my eyes staring at him, following his every movement. He stroked my leg, his fingers following the outer edge of my underwear. Tracing the shape of the elastic band on my thigh he moved his fingers down over my balls, fingers defining their shape beneath the soft cloth. I let out a moan and whispered, "No way JJ.. I want to stay here tonight with you. I want to sleep with you all night again.

Her sexual trap was hand over mouth. Surely she could isolate a man somewhere today and trap him. Once trapped she could rifle his clothing for any cash. Her first victim was Mr. A. All her victims were given anonymity. Mr. A was walking to his car in the multi-storey car park. The only facts known were that the woman was tall, had large hands and used the hand over mouth trap which was exceptionally intense in its effect. Most of the men were incoherent for at least two hours after they were attacked. Lois went to the lingerie department of a large store at a quiet time. She selected some lingerie and waited until there was a man waiting for a woman using a changing

Her shame increased has the Man put his hand over mouth, thrust several hard strokes into her and filled her with his semen. Tears rolled down her cheeks. The Man rolled off of Virginia and lay next to her. He stroked her hair and kissed her. "See, you are not ugly. That was very nice, Virginia." The Man leaned down and sucked her nipples. "Please go now. You got what you wanted. Leave me be." Virginia lay there, helpless to her rapists touch. Her nipples were so sensitive. "But you are so beautiful." "Stop saying that," said Virginia. "Please leave." The Man looked down at Virginia. "You still doubt your beauty?" Virginia said nothing. She lay on the bed, head

"Take out that sentry." Hand over mouth and sharp jerk backwards to get him off balance. The blade plunged in just below the ribs, the shock of it entering his kidneys keeping him still long enough for the slash across the throat that severed carotids and windpipe. Quick, quiet, efficient. "Theres your target, sniper. The one with the officers cap." The sharp crack of the expanding gases that propelled the bullet at supersonic speed from the muzzle of the rifle sounded extraordinarily loud in the stillness of the jungle. Never mind. A thousand yards away, the Charlies near the officer heard the meaty thwack as the slug impacted his skull, and felt the spray of blood