My father died when I was young and my mother never really got into another relationship after him. Every once in a while I'd see her with a guy but for the most part she was too busy.

Because of this, she apparently got into self bondage, which she would do on days where she wasn't working so she'd be home alone.

Well, I came home early one day while she was doing this. I thought she was at work when I came home so I went into her room, which she forgot to lock, to get my laptop.

She was tied to the foot of her bed face down, bent over, wearing thigh high boots, a corset, and nothing else. She had it set up so that she could get out but only after a certain amount of time, which was supposed to be up about an hour before I got home so she'd have enough time to clean up everything before I got home.

Instead, when I got home it was still a few hours before it would release her. I know this because I didn't untie her myself. I did something else entirely.

She was in this predicament and I thought about untying her at first once I realized what I was looking at. She tried talking to me but she had a thick gag in her mouth so I couldn't understand her. As I got closer I was looking at her bare ass, and the metal thing sticking out of it, an anal hook I learned later, that was tied with a rope to her ponytail. And I looked at her pussy. She had a small vibrator like a little tic tac taped to her clit, but she didn't have anything in her pussy.

I wasn't thinking anymore, not with my brain anyway. I think she tried to move once she realized what I was doing but she couldn't.

I fucked her like that, for the first time. It seemed like too much to pass up. If I hadn't been horny I would never have, I never thought of my mom sexually before then, she was just my mom.

I fucked her, and I got into her toys and used some of them on her. Dildos mostly but also a paddle and a riding crop, and I put a nipple clamp on her clit.

When she was able to untie herself I realized what I had done and I worried that I was in serious trouble. I didn't know what she'd do but I figured she would do something. At first she looked angry, too, she told me to sit down and she asked me why I came home early and why I went into her room if I thought she was at work.

I told her, and once her anger wore off she told me I wasn't in trouble, but we weren't going to talk about what happened. She said she needed to think. And we didn't talk at all for a while.

We didn't talk until the next time.

I came home at a normal time this time. She was in the living room, sitting on the couch completely naked except for a chastity belt, a collar around her neck, and a gag. Her wrists were locked behind her.

There was a note taped to her chest. She was giving me a choice. If I wanted to dominate her again, to do more of what I did to her before, there was a key in a block of ice in the freezer I could use to unlock the chastity belt, I could start right away if I wanted. If I didn't, though, I should tell her so and go to my room for a while, she would get the key to her handcuffs where she hid them and pretend this never happened.

We've been in a dom/sub relationship ever since.