I always liked to surprise my mom when I came home from college to visit. This little trip home was no different. It was pretty late on Thursday night when I arrived, but mom always stayed up late so I really wasn’t too worried that she’d be gone to bed. Pulling up to the house, I could see her bedroom light was on and her truck parked in the driveway. I felt relief when I stood up from my vehicle and walked to the front door with my backpack slung over my shoulder.

In pulling up to the house, I’d failed to notice the vehicle parked across the street. It was a vehicle that was unfamiliar to me, but very familiar to mom’s house at this point. Mom hadn’t told me she’d started seeing someone and that things were serious. Even if she had told me, I wouldn’t have realized just how serious things were with this new guy.

Mom had always been pretty independent. She was outspoken, unafraid to speak up, loved the attention on her, and had to have control of any situation she was in. While all of that may still be true, this new guy was dominant beyond anything she’d ever experienced. Mom was seeing him, but she wasn’t his girlfriend. Mom was his toy, his object, his property. She’d never tell anyone because it embarrassed her, but deep down, she loved being totally at his mercy.

As I typed the passcode into mom’s front door, the handle let out its very quiet little beep. As soon as it did, I twisted the handle and stepped inside. Despite the living room light being on, I didn’t hear a sound inside. Mom’s room was on the first floor just off from the living room. As I got close to her door, I heard a little bit of movement. Through the small crack in her door, I could see my mom unlike I’d ever seen her before.

A spreader bar was locked between her ankles to keep her legs spread open. Locked into the middle of the same spreader bar were both of her wrists. A jeweled plug was snuggly fit into her asshole and a hitachi wand was strapped to her leg with the bulbous head pressed to her pussy. I couldn’t see it from my angle, but in her mouth was a large red ball gag. All I could hear were her whimpers of desperation as she remained in place. I didn’t know it, but she’d been in this position for an hour and there were no plans to let her out anytime soon.

I’d stumbled into one of my mom’s play sessions with her new boyfriend. I knew it was wrong, but the sight before me was incredibly hot to me. I could actually feel jealousy welling up in me despite not knowing who’d done this to her. I remained in place watching through the cracked door having no idea that her boyfriend was actually in the guest bathroom having just finished a shower. When he exited that bathroom, I’d be in plain view of him and he knew exactly who I was despite me not knowing him.

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My character is a 22-year-old college student named Phoebe. I’m outgoing, bratty, independent, and I keep up a very innocent image that you know I like to upkeep despite my past with you. My mom is a 49-year-old divorced woman named Dawn. I described her personality a bit in the prompt.

Kinks: Humiliation, degradation, girl on girl, restraints, outfit control, slapping, choking, hair pulling, verbal abuse, name calling, cages, being left in restraints for longer periods of time, predicament bondage and many more. If you don’t see something listed, ask me about it.

Limits: Blood, minors, animals, public play, bathroom play