When I was fourteen, my mother was seeing a guy who seemed like a real b*stard to me. Then one day I heard him slam out of the house, and drive away screeching tires. I went to check on my Mom, and found her chained to the wall of her walk-in closet. I asked her how I get her free, where were the keys, but she had this heavy leather hood over her head, and could only make 'mmmmmffff' noises under it. I asked her if he took the keys with him, and she nodded emphatically. Now, I was pretty bright for my age, and I thought either this stuff was hers, or he had just abandoned it, and some of it looked pretty expensive. So I asked if he was coming back. Emphatic shake of the head. So all this stuff is yours, I asked. Reluctant nod. Her nakedness, and her dripping sex, was affecting me strangely. I mean I had played with a stiffie during the night, and it had felt good, and here I was getting one right now. She was squirming against the wall, which made things even more urgent. Her legs were spread wide apart, and before I knew what I was doing, my fingers were on and in, her dripping sex. She screamed faintly in the heavy hood, and bucked and writhed, and I found I couldn't stop touching her, learning quickly what really worked, and using that enthusiastically, enjoying her intense pleasure reaction. After a while, I asked her if she wanted me to stop, and she shook her head wildly, so I didn't. Not then, not later when she spurted, and not even after the third time this happened. I discovered the hood was only tied round her neck, so I untied it, and lifted it off, revealing her wet hair, flushed face, and a square of duct-tape over her mouth, which I eased off as painlessly as I could. She drew in some long shuddering breaths, and gasped red-faced "this is wrong! You have to stop!" "Why?" I demanded. "You are obviously enjoying it, I am obviously enjoying it, I don't know how to release you, so I might as well make it as pleasant for you as I can, until we figure out an answer" I went back to teasing her purple, distended sex, just a little embarrassed at her familiar much-loved features, distorted in the intense agony of over-stimulation, as I now realize, alrghough not then. So I tied the hood back over her head once more, and I tink we were both less embarrassed. She kept gasping at me to stop, that it was wrong, but I was really enjoying it, especially since she was once more a helpless stranger, nothing more. I knew the principles of sex, and gradually persuaded myself it was okay, and worked my swollen whatsit into her, and pumped in and out a few times, realizing quickly that this felt so fantastic, I knew I was going to do a lot of it! She was mumbling 'oh please!' over and over, and I decided she meant keep going. It turned out that I was insatiable, and not only able to last forever, but repeat in no time flat. After my third awesome eruption, I stopped, realizing she was crying. I took off the hood, and asked her what was wrong? "Nothing!"she said, "I'm so happy, and I shouldn't be! This is wrong, wrong, wrong!" "How can anything that feels so good, be wrong?" I demanded. "Who is it hurting? Not me, that's for damned sure, and you say you're happy enough to cry, so where's the harm?" She sighed, and said "You can NOT tell ANYONE about this! NOBODY! Do you understand?" I agreed that it would be our secret, and promised never to say anything to anyone. "Well, in that case, young man, you have absolute power! Total control! You can do ANYTHING you want to me. Just don't hurt me! Well, maybe just a little....if you want to........do you think I'm crazy? To enjoy this? I can't help it - I've always needed this since I was your age! Your father was comfortable with it before the accident....that guy that left with the keys wanted to go further - much further, and I didn't trust him. He got mad, and now here we are...." "Mom, I'm happy too! I really love all this, and I'm going to keep you tied up all the time, some way or another, 24/7/365! We have plenty of money after the settlement, and I'll be done with school for the summer, in a week or two. Meanwhile I just have to make you comfortable but helpless during my absence, so you can't change your mind. Meantime, you don't look too uncomfortable like that, while I go find up a pair of bolt-cutters and some new padlocks with keys. Might stop at he Army Surplus store too, see what they've got! Back soon, Mom, don't go anywhere, you hear?" When I got back, she was back to being crazy horny, and so I hooded and gagged her with a thin strap buckled over her mouth, holding the heavy leather hard between her lips, and away we went again, for the next delightful hour or three. "I found a great way to keep you comfortably helpless It's an old Vietnam-era bodybag, and I can zip you up in it with plenty of air, and you won't get cramped or anything. When I get back from school,depending on my mood, you can either stay in it, or maybe go back like you are now. I'll make an opening at your mouth, and groin, glue in small zippers, and your every need can be met! Sound good? Ten years down the road, it still sounds good, and ahe's still only fifty, and as horny as ever!