I was raised by my mother only, a quiet intense woman only eighteen years older than me. We were very close, - I was a bright kid, and matured early under her guidance. One day, exploring the attic, I opened am old steamer trunk, and found a host of strange stuff...chains, belts, locks, hoods, and a rolled up thingy that looked like a thin sleeping-bag, which sort of rustled, and smelled strongly of rubber....for some reason this thing spoke to me, and I became fascinated, obsessed even. by it. I began to unzip it and crawl inside, then zip it up and just lie there. experiencing the surprisingly pleasing sensations...it felt better if I took my clothes off too....it was inevitable that Mom would find me like that, and sure enough she did! She was so angry! She was like a whole different person, half-yelling at me, and stuff about being just like my father - who had died in a car crash years before. Finally when she paused for breath, I said humbly - "Gee I'm sorry Mom! Didn't mean to upset you, but this bag thingy just....well....it feels so good - it's just...right somehow.....I really want to stay like this.." She sighed and said "I may regret this, but for your own good, I HAVE to discourage you from doing this!" and she tied me into the bag, neck, waist and knees! "You can stay in there for the weekend! Maybe that will cure you!" she snapped, and left the attic! I had some kind of small zippered opening across my mouth, and two small holes right over my nostrils, so I wasn't in danger of suffocating or anything. I actually really liked the complete helplessness, and the occasional erection I'd experienced without understanding, became almost constant, although I was unable to touch it, my arms trapped above the belt thingy at my waist! At some stage she returned, and said "Ready to give up on this foolishness?" I said "No. Ma'am...I don't care how long you keep me like this!" She got mad, and stormed off, and another spell of strange pleasurable solitude enveloped me. Finally after three attempts, she gave up, and said "We need to talk. I guess.....your father was just like you, in this matter, strangely....I didn't know it could be hereditary...I tried to discourage him, and then one day....well it didn't matter any more - but you can imagine what a shock it was to find you, like this!" I mumbled I was sorry, but she said "No, it's not really your fault.....mow we have to decide what to do about it!" Quickly I said "Make a deal - I'll work real hard at school. get good grades, if you keep me tied like this when I'm home....do we have a deal? Please, Mom? I'll be the best, most obedient son anyone could want......" She sighed, and said lightly "Your dick is hard, isn't it?" I replied "Yes Ma'am! Nearly all the time!" She groaned and said "I was afraid of that!" She went on "Okay smarty-pants you have a deal! Now don't make me regret it! You can tell NOBODY about this! Or I'll get in serious trouble and they'll take you away from me! You hear me, you stupid young idiot?" Then she unzipped the other zipper I hadn't noticed, and my whole goodies burst out sweatily, into the open. She took hold of me, and five glorious minutes later, I had my very first orgasm! Afterwards she said "I guess now you want out!" No Ma'am! I don't! I just want to lie here and think about what happened, over and over! Please tell me you'll do it again? Please PLEASE PLEASE? Twenty something years later. she's still doing it, and I am happier than I ever dreamed possible! I have a reputation as weird, still single, still living with my Mom, but I don't care, and I'm sure there aren't many if any girls my age who would indulge what has become a full-blown addiction, for me, like my Mom does!