David Takes Advantage [ENF, Bondage, , , Impreg]

The room is so very quiet. The only noise the distant barking of a neighbors dog as David's wide blue eyes drink in the sight before him.

Linda had left the overhead light on in the room. That combined with the bright sunlight streaming in from outside meant there weren't even shadows to try to hide within. She was on full display. Like a slab of ham under the lights of a deli counter.

David stood there, as if he'd been petrified into a statue. He looked different than last she had seen him. His dirty blonde hair showed sun bleaching and was longer, it hung wild and natural. His face was unshaven but he did not have a proper beard yet. He had a tan now, even the tops of his feet were a solid bronze. He wore only a simple tight cotton t shirt and khaki shorts. The outfit showed off his new wider shoulders and more defined chest, arms, and calves. He looked like beach bum.

Linda didn't know what to do. There was really nothing she could do. She waited for him to either leave or let her go.

Instead...he just keeps staring. Slowly...attentively...his eyes scan over her every inch. Up her shapely legs, the skin visible through the sheer stockings. Over her bare arms bound to opposite posts. Across her corseted stomach. She can actually see his eyes follow the hourglass swoop of her body as he peers down along her wide hips. Oh so slowly those familiar blue eyes of his make their way up to his mother's heavy breasts. They sagged slightly out toward her armpits but still rose from her body like two fleshy mounds.

He licks his lips and swallows hard.

Linda lay perfectly still, waiting for David to do the right thing. But as his gaze feasted on the sight of her exposed body...she began feeling those feelings from before rise up inside of her. Those burning embers of desire suddenly glowed bright once more. She could feel her body responding even as her mind screamed in denial.

'Stop. Oh my god, stop! Why am I feeling like this!?' Linda berated herself.

He looked at her bare feet, noticing the nail polish that matched her fingers. He looked at her hands. He looked over her retro hairdo. She wasn't sure but she thinks she catches a hint of a smile play across his lips. He looks over her heavily made up face. In that moment she didn't know if she felt making herself up like a slut made this better or worse. On the one hand it was like a mask which made her feel like someone else. As if she was playing a character. On the other hand...David was staring at his mother done up like a common whore.

God...the humiliation really couldn't be worse!

Her pleading eyes begged her son to release her. But her eyes were the one place he refused to look.

His eyes then trace down, down, down. To finally stare at the finely trimmed pussy staring right at him. She knew he'd be seeing her pink fleshy labial petals framed by a soft mound on either side. She attempts to close her thighs but can only manage to narrow the view, not block it.

The more he stared, the more aroused she got. Her body and subconscious mind were on a whole different page than she was. Internally she chastised and screamed at the betrayal of her flesh, but it didn't seem to make a bit of difference. The more shame she felt the hotter the embers glowed. She prayed that he not see how engorged and wet her womanly parts were.

"Mmmmph!" She finally says, trying to break her son from his reverie. "Mmmmm!" She tries desperately to make eye contact with him, but he continued to avoid her gaze.

Stepping now fully into the room...he reaches back and closes the door behind him. What was he doing?

FINALLY he looks her in the eyes...what she sees is not what she was expecting. He was gazing at her not in judgment or embarrassment, but with pure love and devotion.

He can't stop the smile coming to his face. "You are a so beautiful." His voice was hushed, an air of reverence to it.

"Mmmm!" Linda hums.

"It's okay. It's okay Mom. I won't say a thing. It will be a secret." As he is talking he pulls out his phone from a side pocket of his shorts.

Before Linda realizes what is happening he is suddenly pointing it at her.

Klzzt.

The artificial shutter sound of the phone's camera startles her.

She shakes her head. "Mmmmph!"

No, what was he doing!? This was so wrong!

Klzzt. Klzzt. Klzzt.

He slowly walks around the bed taking picture after picture. Different angles. Some close, some far.

Klzzt. Klzzt. Klzzt.

"Mmmmbmmmd." She tries to say his name through the gag, but he was ignoring her.

Klzzt. Klzzt. Klzzt. Klzzt. Klzzt. Klzzt.

He captures every part of her and every possible angle. He has no shame. His phone runs over her breasts and legs and torso and face. Even going so far as lowering the the lens between her legs to get hyper close up shots of her pussy. She shakes her head and strains against the bonds but he pays it no mind.

Klzzt. Klzzt. Klzzt.

Even as she hears the camera capturing forever the image of her wet cunny...even during this moment of ultimate humiliation...every shutter click was like a little jolt of unfiltered lust into her buzzing body.

He must have taken close to fifty photos before he was finally done.

Linda was staring at her son in disbelief. She thought she had raised him better than this. Why wasn't he helping her? Yeah, he was a Mommy's boy...but he didn't really feel that way about her...did he? Dear God, why did it have to be David?

More disturbingly, why was SHE feeling the way she was feeling? The was so very wrong and yet her pussy was ACHING for release. She wanted to be touched with an intensity she had never felt before. Nothing had happened to her physically but she could feel her fertile hormone filled body alight with passion.

Despite herself she squirms. A little moan escapes her. "Mmm."

She felt like if anything even brushed against her down below she would erupt. Damn it, why didn't he just let her go? Surely he'd gotten what he wanted with those pictures.

She watches him standing beside the bed. Staring at her with and unmistakable look of desire. He was deep in thought. He looks to the bedside clock then back to his bound mother.

He locks his matching blue eyes with hers, he smiles a bright handsome smile, and with a determination that shook Linda to her core he says...

"I love you Mom. I've always loved you."