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Paul’s Mom and the ABC’s m/F

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Paul’s Mom and the ABC’s m/F

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I first posted this story a few years ago on the old site and it quickly became popular and got more response than any of my other postings.

Paul’s Mom and the ABC’s

Part 1 the A-Team

When I was eleven my best friend was Paul C. who had moved to my town about two years ago. I knew that his dad was his hero and his mom was his best friend. His parents were overly protective and wouldn’t let him leave his neighborhood. This meant that we spent a lot of time playing at his house. Paul’s dad was a former military man and we played a lot of military themed games. Paul’s mother was a stay at home mom, a gardener, an excellent cook and most importantly she always had time to join in our games if we needed a third.

Paul often started his stories with “me and my mom did this” or “me and my mom did that.” Until I came along she seemed to be his most constant playmate. I thought it was cool that a grown woman would be willing to play games whenever he wanted. In the short time that I had known him she had so far never taken part in any of our activities; until now.

One day Paul and I were part of a military elite force, the A-Team, who were in charge of National Security. As usual we spent more time planning our games than actually playing them. Our mission was to capture and detain an enemy operative. The objective was to have the enemy out of contact with their government at a critical moment. The confusion created would lead to his accomplices showing themselves while attempting to find him and revealing the spy organization to us.

We had a problem. It was a two man operation which meant that our victim would have to be imaginary. As we planned the details of our mission Paul suggested that we ask his mother to be the enemy operative. I was about to object to a parent being involved when I realized that detaining her could involve tying her up. I had wanted to tie up a girl for several years but hadn’t yet had the opportunity. His mom was no girl but it would be good practice. The mission plan took a new direction.

I suggested that once we had captured her we could tie her up. Paul was reluctant at first but I talked him into it. We went to his dad’s workshop and found some ropes. Next to the shop was the laundry room. I found a box of clean rags and picked out a pair to use for a gag. Paul was not to keen on gagging her but again I talked him into it. Last of all I proposed that we take her by surprise. Paul was adamant that we ask her first but once again I talked him into it.

We knew her routine and the plan was simple. Today she was at a church meeting and would be home in about half an hour. The first thing she would do would be to go upstairs to her bedroom and get changed before making supper. She always dressed up for church wearing a dress or skirt, stockings and heels but when she got home it was immediately back into jeans and a t-shirt.

When you go up to the second floor of their home there is a small landing at the top of the stairs. To the left is the washroom, straight ahead is Paul’s room and to the right is the master bedroom. I would hide in the bathroom and Paul in his room. When she entered her room we would pounce on her from behind, take her to Paul’s room and tie her to a chair. We watched for the car.

When she pulled into the driveway we took our places. I heard her coming up the stairs. I had the door open a crack and watched her enter her room. I burst out and crossed the landing. That’s when things went weird. Paul didn’t move, he had decided this was a bad idea and he wasn’t going to do it. I turned to see where he was and tripped over my own feet. She turned to see who was coming behind her. As I fell I grabbed at the first thing I could reach. It was Mrs. C.

When I slammed into her my arms were around her waist. By the time we hit the floor I was a little south of there. When we met the carpet my arms were around her knees and I was lying between her legs. She had a skirt and pantyhose on. My left arm was around her right leg and my hand was on the back of her left knee. My right arm was around her left leg and my hand was on the back of her right thigh. It was the first time I had ever experienced the feel of nylons on a leg. In spite of the circumstances it was amazing. But as wonderful as it was it could not match my other predicament. My face was sandwiched between her legs.

Somehow during our tumble her skirt had bunched up just enough to allow my head to come to rest between her soft stocking clad thighs. Today that would be my definition of heaven but back then my young inexperienced brain was going into meltdown. Not only had I tackled my friend’s mother but here I was holding her down with my head partially up her skirt. I tried to get up but with her lying on my arms I was unable to move. After a moment of struggling I felt a hand on my shoulder.

‘Relax’ she said ‘let’s get ourselves sorted out before we make any sudden moves. Can you explain to me why you knocked me down please?’

I lifted my head as much as I could. ‘Paul and I are playing a game. He said we could capture you. We were supposed to grab you together but he chickened out.’

‘What kind of game involves capturing his mother?’

‘We needed someone to be an enemy spy. We were going to capture you and take you to his room to tie you up.’

I was having difficulty coping with information overload. Each of my hands was telling me how good it felt to be holding onto her. My mouth was trying to carry on a conversation. My neck was getting sore and my face was sinking back into that nylon paradise. I wanted to be there but at the same time I didn’t. I was so confused.

‘So this was Paul’s plan and he chickened out. Did you have a plan B?’

‘What’s a Plan B?’

‘B stands for backup. You should always have a backup plan in case the first plan doesn’t work.’

‘We didn’t have a Plan B. I’ve never even heard of Plan B before.’

‘Since it’s my son who got you into this mess I guess it’s up to me to get you out. Give me a minute to think and I’ll come up with a Plan B for you.’

My neck couldn’t take it anymore. I may have been naïve but I knew that putting my face back between her thighs was probably not a good idea. I turned my head and tried to rest it across her legs. They were too far apart and I wound up snuggled in deep enough to have half of my face against the soft inside of her thigh. I gave up and turned my head back. I sank in up to my ears. She shifted just a bit to get more comfortable and she closed her legs slightly and her thighs began to gently squeeze my head. As far as I was concerned the longer it took her to come up with Plan B the better. I could really get used to being here.

To be continued…
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Post by Beetlebailey13 » 1 week ago

Awesome and Cool Start to story

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Post by volatiledesire » 1 week ago

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how a life-long fetish is born.

Good start.


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Post by StephScottKitty » 6 days ago

Nice ❤️


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Post by Ianc1980 » 5 days ago

I remember this story, I love it! Please continue!
Lord N, did you also write another story called, “Trussing Up Mrs Vandenberg” as well?
Thanks for sharing.


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Post by Mask6190 » 5 days ago

I remember this one too. Thanks for reposting it!

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Post by LordNelson » 4 days ago

Paul’s Mom & The ABC’s
Part 2 Plan B

According to Murphy’s Law everything that can go wrong will. So far everything had gone wrong and as a result I was lying on top of my best friend’s mother after having accidentally tackled her. It could have been a bad situation but from my current point of view things didn’t look too bad. In fact it was more like heaven than hell. Unfortunately my time in heaven was far too short. She asked me to sit up and pay attention. I lifted my head as high as my trapped arms would let me.

‘I’m not going to do all thinking for you so you are going to have to figure out what to do next and I’ll give you advice along the way. How does that sound to you?’

I was in no position argue so I suggested that the first thing to do would be for us to get up. Since I was on top I would have to go first. My right arm was easier to pull out so I did it first. I reluctantly let go of her knee but when my fingers stroked across the back of her other knee I felt a tingle. I kept my fingertips in contact as long as I could but eventually had to place my hand on the floor.

My left arm was pinned to the floor under her legs and was a little more difficult to extract. She lifted her legs slightly to help. I withdrew my hand slowly savoring the contact. Once it was free it was only a split second before I brushed against her other thigh. I tried not to be too obvious as I ran my fingers over her stocking but I think I was actually trembling by this point.

I placed my second hand on the floor and was able to lift myself a bit higher. It now looked like I was about to do push ups except for the fact that I had a woman under me. My body was still between her legs forcing them apart so that the outside of her thighs were against my forearms. It was not as stimulating as it had been in my hands but it was still a thrill. I was about to stand up when she spoke to me.

‘Don’t move. Not an inch. What do you think is going to happen when you get up? I’m an enemy agent. I’m going to jump up and escape and before I do I’m going to give you a good kick where the sun doesn’t shine.’ I was speechless. I was so wrapped up in my new found sensations that I hadn’t given any thought to the game. It occurred to me that my first opportunity to tie up a woman was going to slip by if I wasn’t careful.

‘Now order me to roll over. I’m less of a threat if I’m face down.’ She couldn’t roll with me between her legs so we had to shift our positions. I lifted one leg and she slid hers over. Then we did the other side. I was now straddling her. Her slightest touch gave me shivers and right now she was really touching me. Her new position, since I had shorts on, meant that my bare knees were snug against her thighs. This alone would have been enough to give my head a spin but there was more. Her high heels were pressing against my calves. The cold smooth leather gave me goose bumps.

I gave her the order to roll and I was glad I did. As she turned onto her side one thigh rubbed up my arm and her calf traveled up the inside of my leg. Then as she turned face down they both brushed down the other side. Now her rear end was directly in front of my face. None of the girls at school had rear ends worth noticing but this was a woman’s derriere. The curve of her hips and the roundness of her cheeks gave me a sudden introduction to the beauty of a well-shaped bottom.

‘What do we do next?’ she asked. I said that it was time to take her to Paul’s room and tie her up. ‘Forget about Paul. He didn’t have the guts to take me down; he can sit this one out. Tie me up here and complete the mission. Close the door and lock it so that he can’t come poking around. When they hand out the medals you’ll be standing alone and proud.’

I could see why Paul liked playing with her. She really got into it. I jumped up, closed and locked the door and returned to my position. She warned me that the moment I gave her a chance she was going to try to escape. I had a brief moment of panic as I realized that Paul had the ropes and the gag. I looked around and the nearest thing I could see to tie her up with was a scarf that was sticking out of the pocket of the coat she had dropped when I tackled her. I leaned over to reach for it and she made her move.

She scrambled up onto her hands and knees and tried to crawl away. Had I considered that I was about to assault a grown woman I may have hesitated but I was caught up in the game. I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her legs out from under her. She flopped back to the floor face down. I moved up, sat on her bum and grabbed her arms. I bent them around behind her and pinned her wrists to her back. Now I was stuck.

I couldn’t reach the scarf, I couldn’t let her go and I couldn’t think of what to do next. After an awkward pause she realized I was at a stalemate and she made a suggestion. ‘Why don’t you use my belt?’ Ten seconds of silence was her clue that I had no idea what she was talking about. ‘Take my belt off and use it to tie me up. Just slip your hand under me.’ It was easier said than done.

It took several tries to figure out how to hold both wrists with one hand. Each time I screwed up she pulled one arm or the other away and I had to fight to get it back. I tried to get my hand under her but couldn’t; she was going to have to lift up. I slid back off of her rear onto her legs. I was still holding her wrists so now I was awkwardly bent forwards. I leaned to one side and tried to get my hand under her. She lifted her butt to help and it pushed into my face. I turned my head and we wound up cheek to cheek. With the side of my face resting on her bottom I fumbled with the buckle for a minute with no success.

‘Let my hand go and I’ll do it for you or we will be here all day.’ I sat up and released one hand and she reached under. She undid the belt and pulled it off. I took it from her and proceeded to create another screw-up.

I wrapped the belt three or four times around her wrists and when I was done the end did not reach the buckle. It was short by less than an inch. I undid one loop, put it through the buckle and this time I ran out of holes before it was tight. ‘Take it off and wrap it around tighter this time. Pull it good and it will reach.’ I followed her advice and this time it worked but it was really tight. She never complained. ‘What’s next?’ she asked. I told her I needed to tie her legs and then gag her. She directed me to the closet where I would find more belts.

To prevent another escape attempt I took hold of her ankles again and dragged her towards the closet with me. I selected a narrow black belt and used it on her ankles. I buckled it up quite tight. I sat back to admire my work. It was then that I noticed what had happened. When I pulled on her ankles I had dragged her out of her skirt. Her hemline was across the middle of her butt. I finally found out why they were called pantyhose and I also had my first glimpse of a woman’s panties through the sheer nylon.

She was aware of what had happened and asked if I would please fix her skirt. She lifted her bottom and I pulled the skirt back down. I only pulled it far enough to cover her panties. The sight of the full extent of her legs was something that I wasn’t about to cover up just yet. ‘What have you got planned next?’ she asked. I told her it was time to gag her but she suggested tying her more securely first.

With her directing me I sat her up against the foot of the bed. Then I took a few more belts and tied them above and below the knees and used another to pull her elbows together. Once she was satisfied that I had her securely bound she was ready to be gagged.

‘In the drawer over there I have some scarves. Go take a look and see what you can do.’ I opened the drawer and selected a nice thick red scarf. I passed it between her teeth and tied it around the back of her head. ‘How does that look’ she asked ‘are you satisfied with it?’ Everything looked fine to me and I nodded my head yes. ‘Do you realize what is happening right now? I’m talking to you. Your gag isn’t very effective. Take it off.’

I removed it and she had me get another scarf. She told me to roll it up into a ball.

‘You are going to stuff that into my mouth to keep me quiet and then you are going to use the first scarf to tie it in. Before you do that let’s get one thing clear. I need to get changed and start cooking supper soon so once I am gagged this is what we are going to do. I will try to escape. You will give me five minutes and then you will let me go if I can’t get out by myself. If you ever hope to do this again, and I think you do, do not be tempted to keep me tied up longer than that because sooner or later you will have to let me go and I won’t be very happy.’

My hands were trembling as I went to gag her. This is the most exciting thing that I had ever done. At the same time it was the most terrifying. I wasn’t about to go a second over five minutes.

To be continued…


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Post by Ianc1980 » 3 days ago

Awesome!!!

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Post by volatiledesire » 3 hours ago

Enjoying the story.

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Post by Shanya » 1 hour ago

Amazing <3 loving the interaction between the both of them!

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