In order to rekindle the spark in her marriage Monica decides to fulfill her husband's fantasy of having her bound helpless to the bed for him. Hours before he's due home, she strips and cuffs herself to the bed. To her dismay she drops the keys, leaving her helpless. When her son, Kyle finds her, she asks him to help. That's when she finds out her son has some bondage fantasies of his own!
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I jumped at the sound of Kyle knocking on the door, “Hey Mom!”
I hesitated and he knocked again, “Mom?”
The door was unlocked and not wanting him to just walk in I called out, “I thought you were going to John's!”
“I was in my car ready to go and Dad called.” He paused and I looked over my shoulder hoping not to see the door opening. “He said he tried to call you and you didn’t answer.”
“I’m fine!” I yelled, “Go to John's.”
“He said he wanted to make sure you knew he was going to be a few hours late.”
“I heard his message.” I replied.
“He asked me to have you call him so he knows you’re not pissed at him.”
“I can’t.” As soon as I said it I wanted to slap myself, well if I could use my hands I would have slapped myself.
“What do you mean?” he asked from the other side of the door.
“I mean not right now. I…I’ll call him later, now just go and have fun.”
“Mom, you okay? You sound upset.”
“I’m fine!” I snapped.
“You mad at Dad? I don’t think it’s his fault.”
“I’m not mad! Just leave me alone!” I shouted and in frustration thumbed the buttons again only to get the same result.
There was silence from the other side of the door and I started to relax then froze at the distinctive squeak of the hinges Dan still hadn’t gotten around to fixing.
“Mom, what’s wrong, you sound…” he trailed off and turning my head to the side I saw him in the mirror standing in the doorway gawking at me.
“Holy crap.” He whispered.
“Kyle, get out!” I snapped at him.
“Damn, Mom.” To my chagrin he walked right up to the foot of the bed and made no pretense of staring at my scantily clad body.
“Kyle, you need to leave this room now. You shouldn’t be seeing me like this.”
“Then why aren’t you moving?” he asked with a grin on his face, what the hell was wrong with him.
I sighed. “Because I’m stuck, the cuffs don’t work.”
“Right.” He nodded, his eyes lingering on my body.
“Know what, while you’re here the keys are on the bed. I jerked against the headboard showing him my cuffed hands.
Kyle walked over to the side of the bed and picked up the key.
“You’re really stuck?”
“Would I be in this position in front of you if I wasn’t? Unlock the cuffs.”
“Maybe.” He held up the key, “Maybe not.”
“What?” I asked incredulously, “Kyle, take these cuffs off me, now!”
“Good acting, Mom.” He laughed as he tossed the key onto the nightstand. “Pretending this was an accident.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I demanded.
“Nothing at all.” He smiled down at me and to my dismay put his hand on my back and ran his fingers across it. “In fact I’m pretty damn happy right now.”