Quickie: Hallway Bound

Quickie: Hallway Bound

When I saw her, I had a freak out moment. I mean, there was my Mom; and someone had bound 

her, gagged her, and left her propped against a wall! Now, I saw that, and my primitive-ass brain 

went, “THIS BAD”, and I quickly jogged over to her and took the gag out. But…

If I’d spent, oh say, 3-6 seconds actually thinking about it, I would have, instead, just blushed 

really badly and tried to scrub the memory from my brain. Because, and, context matters, there 

are three very important details that my brain didn’t factor in. One, this was a sex party, and while 

it was my first time running into my Mom there, Mom had been going there for a lot longer than I 

had. And, let's be honest, she was there, specifically, to get up to some kinky shit. 

Two, the items she was “tied up” with, were a spreader bar and bondage restraints holding her 

feet wide apart and over her head, a set of handcuffs holding her hands behind her, and a ball 

gag for her mouth. And, three, my Mom was an amatuer contortionist, and while her position 

looked obscene, extremely sexual, and very painful, only the first two were true. The position was 

easy for her to hold. And the fact that holding it meant that her large tits were thrust out in front of 

her, her mouth was one ball-gag-removal away from being at blowjob level, and her pussy was 

out, up, and ready for use with a simple tug on the strap that was covering it. 

But, of course, at a glance, I didn’t see any of that shit, and not a single thought passed through 

the higher thinking parts of my brain. So, while I should have thought something like, “oh fuck, I’ll 

never be able to unsee how hot my Mom looks right now, but I’d best try”. What I instead thought 

was closer to, “Oh noes, my Mommy is in trouble!”

So, yeah....

I ran over to her, gently removed the ball gag, and asked if she was okay, and if everything was 

all right. And, at first, she gave me the, “are you fucking serious right now” look, that I deserved. 

But after a moment, she shook her head, smiling, and said in a mockingly dramatic tone; “No 

honey, something IS wrong!” And before I could register that she was messing with me, she 

looked me in the eyes and, deadpan, said, “Your Mother is propped up against this wall looking to 

get her tits, cunt, and mouth all stuffed full of cock… but you only brought one cock!”

It, only took me another 2-3 second after that. And, I could see my Mom deriving great 

amusement from watching me slowly “get it”, as my blush and my dick both grew. 

After a bit, I could only manage a, “Oh…”. 

And she just smiled a delighted smile, and nodded back, confirming, “...Oh, is right”. 

I just kind of stood there awkwardly, not sure what the “cool exit” could possibly be from that 

situation. Mom didn’t seem to mind though. The longer I stood there, the more happy and 

entertained she looked. After a solid two minutes she said something like, “You are so, CUTE 

right now!” and that convinced me to leave. 

I started to walk away, embarrassed beyond belief, and desperately trying not to think about what 

would be happening in the hallway, no doubt, very soon; when I realized I was still holding my 

Mom’s ballgag…. 

That sentence, was hard to process. But it was true. So I started back towards her, and by now, 

while still obviously entertained by the situation, her face was mostly in “poor baby” mode and I 

could see that it had reached a point where she was genuinely sympathetic as I walked back 

towards her, holding the ball gag and having no idea what the proper etiquette was for putting a 

ball gag back in your Mother’s mouth at a fetish party. 

I held it up. Then I moved it towards her. Then I pulled back and changed angles. Then I pulled 

back again, and adjusted the painfully hard erection that I thought would break through my 

bluejeans if I didn’t get the fuck out of there fast. And, at that point, I realized that my Mom had 

said “sweetie” at least 2 or 3 times and was trying to get my attention. 

Frankly, it was attention I was unfathomably thankful for. As weird as it might sound, I was lost, 

and out of my depth, and embarrassed, and I was just, in a spot where my Mom telling me what 

to do would have been insanely welcome. 

I may have been a legal adult in my year of college, but I sort of... “needed an adult”. And as I 

looked at her, with relief flooding me a bit, and waited for her to tell me what to do. She… sort of 

did. 

“Honey… your cock is so hard I’m afraid you are literally going to hurt yourself. And… to be 

honest sweetie, you are not SUPPOSED to put the ball gag back in. You are supposed to take 

the gag out, and put... “ 

And she nodded her head towards the bulge in my jeans. “...something else... in”. I must have 

looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I was so confused. But then Mom, genius problem 

solver that she was, gave me clarity. 

“Stop whatever it is your thinking, close your eyes, and clear your head for a second. Just, stop, 

take a deep breath, and clear your head.”

I did as I was told, and after a few deep breaths I heard her ask, “Are you clear? Good. Now, I 

want you to ask yourself one very simple question, okay?” 

And I nodded, listening to the soothing sound of her voice. 

“Alright then. I want you to ask yourself, if taking that hard cock out of those tight jeans, and 

putting into your Mother’s mouth, so she can lick it, and suck on it, and make it feel good… would 

feel wonderful right now… or not?”

I started to open my mouth to reply, but, my eyes were still closed as my Mom “tut tutted” me 

back into silence. “None of that now… Just think about the question, and then answer it.” I… I 

mean. How could the answer to that be no? So, I thought about it, and I admitted it, and, 

somehow, without much effort. Mom convinced me to just, sort of let the rest go. 

Then she told me to open my eyes. And when I did, I was staring down into her eyes when, in the 

most sultry voice I’d ever heard her use, she said, “There’s my good boy. Now, you are not the 

only one who wants this… so hurry up sweetie. Take that dick out…” she said, looking at my 

crotch with her mouth seemingly watering. Then she looked back up at me, licked her lips, and 

finished with, “... and feed it to Mommy”!