Summary: F/b Incest Pedo. Light BDSM A young boy masturbates his helplessly bound mother. Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never feel this good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets. Title: Weird 1 By Pedro Feelya That Friday I had to walk home from school, which sucked. Usually mom picked me up, unless she was busy or something. She didn't like me to walk because she thought that the roads between school and home are too dangerous for a big twelve year old kid. Crap, I'm not a little boy anymore. Yah, but when I got home, I was kinda surprised. Mom's car was sitting in the driveway. Well, I guess that was okay, she was probably busy with something and couldn't get away. When I got to the back door, which is how I usually come in, it was locked. Now that was weird. Mom never left the backdoor locked when she was home. Maybe she hadn't used the backdoor maybe. So, I had to let myself in with the key from under the fake rock. Inside, it was real quiet, weird like. I kinda looked through the house on my way to the kitchen. Well anyway, in the kitchen I dropped my pack in a chair and poured a glass of milk from the fridge. Then I checked the front door and it was locked and mom wasn't out front. So I figured mom must have gone somewhere with someone in their car. It had never happened before, but wasn't impossible. That was cool; I was twelve and almost a man. I could take care of everything, no big deal. I headed for my room so I could change out of my good school clothes. As I went down the hallway I saw something definitely weird. Mom and dad's door to their room was open just a bit. You have to understand, our house is pretty normal, except for one thing. I was not allowed into mom and dad's bedroom. Not never, ever, no way, nada, not going to happen, forget about it, end of discussion,,, that kinda "not allowed". So of course I had been in there a couple of times, when I was certain they were gone. It looked like an okay bedroom to me, nothing special, except that they had weird stuff in the closet, and under the bed, and in some of the drawers. Weird stuff like chains, handcuffs, ropes, rubber clothes, weird costumes, and lots of leather. In some of the drawers they had weird rubber and plastic stuff. A couple of the rubber things looked like giant penises, with straps and stuff. So anyway, the door was open a little bit. That had never happened before so I was like, wow. I walked up really quiet like to the door. I couldn't really see inside, unless I pushed it open a little further, so I did. I tried to do it like a breeze had pushed on the door. As it swung open just a little so I could see the bed, I froze. I mean I literally froze. I couldn't move. My skin felt like I was swimming in ice water. My veins were filled with ice, and yet, all the rest of me was burning up. Someone was tied up on the bed! I wanted to yell for help. There were ropes and chains all over the bed. I wanted to run away. It was my mom! I wanted to yell for help. She was naked! I wanted to run away. She was blindfolded and had a red ball in her mouth! I wanted to yell for help. I recognized all the stuff that she was tied up with, and it was their stuff! I wanted to run away. Instead, I just stood there, unable to make a sound, as my mind tried to figure out what I was seeing. Mom had been raped! No, the house was locked and she didn't seem to be hurt. I recognized all the stuff holding her, and it was their stuff. I knew it was mom, even though there was a mask over her head that covered her face down to her nose. In her mouth there was a big red ball, with black straps holding it in place. I didn't know if she could hear anything, but she sure wouldn't be able to see or talk. Still, I knew it was mom. Her long reddish auburn hair was spread out from beneath her head, and her long legs, curved hips, flat stomach, and big tits were unmistakable. It was definitely mom. Maybe she was doing something really weird with dad. But he wasn't home. Maybe he did it this morning and she had been like this all day? Maybe she was doing something weird by herself, but I couldn't imagine her tying herself up like that, with all the ropes stretched tight. Stupid me, I finally decided that I didn't know what to do. Mom was lying flat on her back, with her arms stretched out above her, and her wrists were tied tightly to the posts at the top of the bed. There was a leather harness around her waist, and there were ropes tying it down to the posts at the foot of the bed, and there were ropes going sideways under the bed. Her butt was almost to the bottom edge of the bed. Her legs were bent so that her thighs went straight up. Her knees were tied by ropes and chains to the top of the bed, and they were held apart by a wood rod with leather cuffs. Her knees were bent, and her ankles were tied by ropes to the top of the posts at the foot of the bed. I looked the weird contraption over a little more closely, wondering if I should or could help my mother. Where her wrists and ankles were tied to ropes, there were thick pads protecting her skin. The ropes were tied so that she probably couldn't move her body or legs, but they also held her legs up. She didn't seem to be straining. In fact, she might even be asleep. I couldn't tell. That's when it hit me, duh. Mom was naked! Oh my God, I had never even seen her in her underwear. Dude, now I could see everything, and I mean everything. So I took like a few very quiet steps closer. I had always wanted to see my mom's tits, and now they were like bare naked, stretched out right in front of me. Her tits didn't stick out like they did when she was standing up, now they were just kinda round and flat and spread apart to her sides, still awesome though. But her nipples, they were like, wow! The whole nipple was like almost as wide as my hand and the pointy bump nipple part was like the size of the end of my thumb. They were dark reddish brown and all bumpy. I wanted to touch them so badly that my hands itched and my dick ached, and I felt the embarrassing stiffness in my pants. There they were. I may only be twelve, but for as long as I could remember, I had wanted to see any woman's breasts, and here was a huge pair just lying there in front of me. But they were my mom's. Normally I guess I would have looked away and been all embarrassed, but since mom didn't know I was looking at them, it felt really exciting. I started getting those really hot feelings in my stomach. I know it's gross to say I had those feelings when looking at my own mother, but the way she was helpless to do anything about it just made it even more, I don't know, like crazy Oh My God wow. You know, I could of looked at her tits all day. But suddenly I was like, wait a minute, all of her is naked! But from where I was standing I couldn't see between her legs. It was like, dude, the ultimate secret is hidden there. I thought my heart started to pound so hard mom could hear it. My stiff dick went wow inside my pants. OH MY GOD! I could look between my mom's bare naked legs, and she would never know. How totally awesome is that? As quietly as I could, I tiptoed around to face the end of the bed. Mom's butt was tied right up to the edge of the bed, and her ankles were tied up high on the bedposts, and her legs were spread way wide. Holy shit, she was opened up and spread out for God and everyone to see. You couldn't show it off more. Now, I knew that boys have penises and girls don't, but I wasn't sure at all what women had down there. I must admit, now that I saw it, I thought it was really freaky and kinda weird. You know, I had seen pictures of women with all different amounts of hair down between their legs, and pictures of women without hair down there. I guess mom was one of those women that didn't have hair there. That was cool, more for me to see. But what she did have, believe it or not, was a big red gash in between her legs that looked a little like an open sore! I would have freaked, but it didn't seem to bother her. Maybe it was natural, how would I know? The gash had thick rolls of flesh on either side that were kinda pinkish. Then, inside the thick bulges there was dark reddish wrinkled skin, it looked kinda like the wrinkled petals on those rare flowers. I tried to hold my breath so I didn't breathe too loud, and I moved in to look closer. Inside the wrinkled petals, there was a dark red hole at the bottom, and the gash got pinker up toward the top, and then there was a little pale bump at the very top with lots of folds of skin. Also, below the red gash, there was a bunch of tightly bunched up skin in a small brownish hole. I had never seen a butthole before, not even my own, but I figured this is probably what it looked like. I decided to stay away from it cause I didn't want mom to fart on me. I was like woozy, and it took a bit for me to start breathing again. I was pretty sure there wasn't anything wrong with what was spread out before me. I was sure that all women were probably like that, it was just weird. I mean, what do you do with it? It wasn't like a dick that you could just grab and rub on it. I mean, you know, I'm not stupid. It all made sense now. This is what guys call a pussy. My dick was supposed to go in the hole. That's sex. You know, what everybody's talking about. Maybe it would feel better than my hand, but it sure didn't look like it. The idea of putting my precious dick in that scary hole, no way! But still, there was something, you know, well,,, interesting about it. It made me feel kinda excited inside. I sure as hell didn't want to stop looking at it, but I knew I couldn't stand there forever. I might never get a chance like this ever again. I better make the most of it, right? But what could I do? I wanted to touch it. Stupid me. Mom would feel it. And she would know it was me. Maybe. How would she know it was me? Mom always knew when it was me. But maybe not this time. Besides, she might not be awake. I should check if she's alright. If she knew someone was here, she might ask for help, somehow. I figured I should touch her, just to be sure she was conscious. I know that sounds lame, but so what? I stepped close to her left leg and reached out very slowly. As lightly as I could, I traced my fingers down her smooth skin on the inside of her naked thigh, a little bit down from the knee. Mom instantly moaned, and I froze. Oh God I was scared I fucked up. She should have just twitched or squeaked or something. I should have run, but there was something weird about the sound she made. She didn't sound hurt or scared. The moan sounded like the sound she made when dad rubbed her shoulders, like she liked it. It also sounded like the noises she made while they were in their bedroom on the weekends. I was putting the pieces together. What the hell, I ran my finger down the inside of her thigh, a little harder, and a little further down. Mom definitely moaned in a good way that time. So I placed my palm firmly on her thigh, and slid my hand all the way down to almost touching her pink puffy roll outside the gash. Mom moaned just a little, but then she wiggled her hips just a little, as though she was trying to keep my hand on her skin. That was too much. My dick was already aching painfully, and trying to rip its way out of my pants Holy shit! If I felt her any further down between her legs, I would be touching her where no one but dad should ever touch her. But she wasn't screaming. If she had wanted me to stop she would have made any other kinda noise. Who did she think I was? Did she think I was dad? Would she let dad touch her like this? If she thought I was dad, I should touch her like he would. Some part of me knew I was full of bullshit, but as long as there was any chance,,, I laid my hands on the bulged mound on both sides of her gash, and I began to rub and dig my fingers in deeply. Mom immediately began to moan loudly. I really got into massaging her, and her noises got louder and squeakier. She began to really wiggle her hips, and I could tell she wanted something more. Cool. I ran my fingers down one of the wrinkled flap like skin on the side of the gash, but my fingers kinda stuck and didn't slide too well. Fail. It was like wiping my lips when they were dry. Inside the gash though, it looked like it was really wet and shiny. I hadn't noticed that before. So, I stuck two of my fingers into her gash, and slid them around in the wet part. Mom made a loud squeak and arched her back. I wasn't sure if I had done something wrong. Then I was like, oh shit, it might be pee, and I pulled my fingers back and smelled them. Well, they didn't smell sweet or like anything nice, but at least it wasn't pee. Mostly you know, because I was like curious, I stuck my fingers back in and began to slide them up and down a little bit. Mom started really going nuts, and that was fun and exciting. I was controlling my mother by touching her where it was really "oh my God don't do that", and there was nothing she could do about it. Whatever it was that I was doing, I definitely wanted to do it for the rest of my life. I was having fun playing with mom's gash when I felt the hole at the bottom. So, I stuck my finger into it. Suddenly mom froze and went totally like dead silent. I thought oh fuck, I must have done something way wrong. But, I mean I was already dead anyway for even touching her, I might as well touch everything all I could while I had the chance. I pushed my finger gently in as far as it could go. Mom made this deep throat moan that must have come from deep inside her. This was a good thing, Oh Yah! Now that I knew it was cool to be inside the hole too, I swished my finger around deep inside my mother. The sounds she then growled made me think that either it was incredible for her, or she was dying. My penis pulsed and I could feel a wet coldness at the tip. I don't think I squirted as much as I could, just a tiny bit or something. Still, I felt like I might squirt a full load any second now. But it was weird. Even though my finger was in as far as it could go, and my knuckles were pressed up against her wet and gooey gash, I really couldn't feel anything special. There really wasn't anything inside her, just soft gooshy skin. I pulled my finger out and then pushed my first two fingers in. That filled the space inside her more, and she really began growling. I might have been able to fit three fingers into her, but instead I spread my fingers a little and really felt around. The only thing I found inside her was a rough spot, just inside and up. It was cool. When I rubbed this spot, mom froze again. She like stopped breathing. It was like she was choking on the red ball strapped in mouth. Then her whole body shivered. I mean, kinda like her whole body had like an earthquake. I don't know why, something about the way she moved, it just drove me. I started playing with that spot, trying to make mom's body shake more and more. For at least a minute I kept this up, and then mom started screaming through her nose. Only she was really screaming this time, I would know, and I knew she wanted me to stop. Slowly, you know like carefully, I pulled my fingers from her hole. It's cooler than it sounds. I didn't want to stop playing, and I was definitely not done exploring. I tried to just go back to rubbing my fingers in her soaking wet gash, hoping. At first, mom just moaned a little, while she was still trying to catch her breath just breathing through her nose. Then she started to get into it again. Oh yah. I knew I shouldn't play with her hole any more, so I explored the rest of her gash. I rubbed all the way up, and then I pushed on the little skin covered nub at the top. Mom screamed. This wasn't like the scream when she wanted me to stop. This was another of those sounds that just came out of her when I touched something good. I began to rub the nub, and around it, gently, cause I didn't want to overdo it too fast, like I did with her hole. I found that the small fold of skin moved up, and there was like a huge white zit. Well not gross like that. I pushed on the zit. Mom's body went nuts again, but way too fast. It didn't feel right. That was a bad thing, So, I began to rub my wet fingers all around it again, but only brushed up against it lightly a few times. This is good. The way mom's body was arching and flexing, and the noises she kept making, where making me go gaga again. I wanted to pull my dick out of my pants and begin to jerk off, right on her. You see, I knew her hole was there, and what it was for, and how it felt on my fingers. I mean I could imagine what it would feel like to my dick. I couldn't believe it, but I actually was thinking it would be cool to fuck my mother. I didn't even dare consider it. That would be insanely impossible and wrong. What The Fuck kinda wrong. I just concentrated on making her naked body do exciting stuff, and exploring everything I could. I began to concentrate more on rubbing her little white button more and more, without driving her too nuts too fast. Mom's body began to convulse like there was something wrong with her, but as soon as I slowed down, she was okay. So of course I kept doing it. Hard to explain. So I kept pushing her. I really felt like a real man, being able to do this to a real woman. I was making her have sex sort of. I mean I was making my own mother have sex. I was only twelve years old dude, and I was having a kinda sex with my mother. I know, gross, right? Suddenly the timing was like just right. I was feeling something inside me that was way weird different new. Without even touching my dick, I felt the I'm Gonna Squirt feeling swelling inside me. I began to frantically rub my mother's entire gash, especially the white button. It was almost like I was rubbing my own dick. Mom was convulsing steadily now, and she was beginning to weaken. I could barely pay attention and I was sorta cramping over myself. Hot wetness spread through the front of my pants and I was having trouble keeping my hands moving right. Maybe mom felt it too. She started weakly making noises like soft begging. I knew she wanted to stop, and finally I wanted to stop also. Now that I had squirted my sperm with my dick still stuck in my pants, I could feel that slow tired coolness come over me. Slowly, I started thinking like normal again. Oh my God. I had stopped touching my mother's gash, but she was still strapped to the bed, and her chest was heaving as she tried to breathe. Her entire gash was now bright red and dripping wet. I was like, oh shit what do I do? I knew I was totally dead, and it was only a matter of time before either mom or dad came to get me. They would probably definitely kill me or send me to jail. At least I was sure of what I wanted to do with my last few minutes alive. I wanted to get to my room and whack off for all the time I had left. As quietly as I could, I tiptoed from the room, and closed the door just the amount it had been when I found it. I wanted to run to my room, but instead, for some reason, I leaned back against the wall. I know I was still a little worried about my mom just laying there, tied up, and now barely breathing. Then I heard something inside the room. It was the closet door opening. I knew what the closet door sounded like. Then a man spoke. Oh Fuck Fuck Fuck. It was my FATHER! He said, "Oh my God! That was fantastic. I got it all on video. That was incredible. Oh my god he made you cum. He is definitely my son. Oh god I'm so horny. It almost looked like he was going to fuck you. Oh wait till you see it. Oh god I've got to fuck you. If I don't cum right now I'll explode. Fuck that was hot." What The Fuck? I didn't understand. Dad was talking to mom, even though she couldn't answer. He said that he video taped me? Why didn't he stop me? Did he want me to do what I did? It sounded like he liked it. He wanted it! I heard a soft slapping sound in the room. I had left the door open a crack, and it was too easy to push it a little more, and look in. Dad mostly had his back to me, and he was completely naked. And he was like bent over between mom's legs at the end of the bed. His hips were thrusting in and out, and mom's body was jerking with them. He was still whispering to her what he had seen me do to her, just as if he had loved every minute of it? Dad was fucking mom, and I was watching them. By now that hardly even seemed weird. I only needed to watch them for a few seconds, and I felt something real inside me. I made an unbreakable promise to myself. If I ever got the chance again, I was going to fuck my mom. Yah. I quietly went to my room and whacked off solidly for like hours until mom called me for dinner. I was still shitting my pants when I went to the kitchen, but mom purposely acted like nothing had ever happened. Huh? Dad came in and he acted like nothing had happened too. Double Huh? They acted like they always do. It was too weird, but I began to understand why their bedroom was so secret. What happened in there would never leave that room. If you liked this, more of my stories are at: /files/Authors/Pedro_Feelya/ If you want more, Email me at: pedrofeelya@gmail.com I respond to all Email.