Mother Knows Best: A Late Night Office Party Gone Wrong

The bedroom door creaked open, causing a rush of cool air to flow into the room. I was tied up, my hands and feet secured to the bedposts with thick, rough ropes. My eyes were covered with a silk blindfold, and I could hear the sound of muffled voices and laughter coming from the hallway. I tried to move, to call out for help, but my body was immobile.

Suddenly, I felt a presence in the room. The scent of alcohol and cigarettes filled the air, and I knew that someone had entered. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The voice was deep and raspy, with a hint of amusement. I recognized it immediately. It was my mother's.

I felt a hand on my leg, slowly moving up my thigh. I tensed, my body on high alert.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaking.

There was a pause, and then a low chuckle. "I think the question is, what are you doing?"

I felt a tug at the lingerie I was wearing, and I realized with a shock that it was my mother's. I was dressed in her lingerie, with a Coke can shoved up my ass and a plastic chastity cage on my penis.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, trying to sit up.

My mother's hand moved to my ass, pulling out the Coke can with a pop. I winced, the sudden emptiness causing a rush of relief.

"If you like this so much, then have it, my dear!" she said, replacing the Coke can with something else.

I felt a pressure against my ass, and then a sharp pain as she forced herself inside me. I cried out, trying to resist, but it was no use. She was too strong, too determined.

She fucked me hard, her hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. I could hear the sound of her breathing, heavy and labored, as she took me from behind. She slapped my ass every now and then, the sting causing me to moan in pleasure.

Despite my confusion and attempts to resist, I couldn't help but enjoy it. The feeling of her inside me, the way she took control, it was all too much. I moaned, my body betraying me as I gave in to the pleasure.

She finished inside me for the third time, and then pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and wanting. She put the Coke can back in, and then dressed me in my underwear and stockings. She tied me up even tighter, and then whispered in my ear, "We'll talk about this tomorrow morning, but for now, enjoy yourself."

She put the earbud back in and left the room, and I realized that I had just been fucked by my own mother. Despite the shock, I couldn't deny that I had enjoyed it. I spent the rest of the night tied up, unable to move or take off the chastity cage. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened, and the intense pleasure I had experienced.

The next morning, my mother acted as if nothing had happened. She made me breakfast, and we talked about normal, everyday things. I couldn't shake off the memories of the previous night, and the intense pleasure I had experienced. I wondered if it had all been a dream, but as I went about my day, I couldn't shake off the memories. They were too real, too vivid.

My mother and I never spoke about that night again, but I knew that it had changed us. We were closer, more intimate, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of what had happened. I didn't know, and I didn't want to know. I was content with the memories, and the intense pleasure they brought me.