Getting hot in the kitchen

It started off with you just wanting to stay as close as you could with Mom but instead of the quick kiss to express your feelings like you had expected, neither of you seemed to be able to stop once you had started.

What began as just a quick peck on the lips led to another, and another. Before giving her a proper kiss that then never seemed to end.

You couldn’t keep your hands off of her and found yourself stepping even closer toward her as Mom sat on the countertop, wrapping her legs around you and pulling you closer into her embrace in return.

Even after everything that you had done today, you could never resist getting intimate with Mom and with how tightly you were now pressed together, you were sure she could feel how aroused you were even through your jeans.

“You know, I still haven’t checked with Lucy, about your apron” You said between kisses, making you briefly pull your head back so you could get out a sentence longer than a few words.

“How about we do a bit of a ‘punishment’ now and if Lucy can confirm later that you stayed naked the entire time, then you get a nice little reward to make up for it. How does that sound?” you asked, giving Mom the option even though you both knew exactly what was going to happen.

She didn’t even need time to think as she replied with a quick “Okay” and nodded her head soon after, bringing a smile to your face as you realised what you had nearby to spice things up.

With one final kiss, you urged Mom to loosen the grip she had on you with her legs and held a finger up to say you would only be a moment, walking back towards the door and finding your bag exactly where you had left it.

You had to reach to the very bottom of your bag and if you were sure someone searched your bag and found out what you had hidden inside, there would be no way you could reasonably explain what you were carrying, but having them gave you a lot more options for play with some subjects.

While you now carried them mainly for Rebecca, you saw Mom go wide-eyed as you slowly pulled out a pair of handcuffs from your bag, stealthily pocketing the key to avoid any unfortunate situations later.

“Where did you…” Mom went to ask, making a hard swallow as she didn’t finish her sentence.

You only replied as you got close to her again, letting the cuffs hang off your finger with the colder metal frame briefly touching the top of her arm.

“Just something me and Emma managed to find. Don’t worry, we have tested them and you aren’t the first person to use them safely” you added, keeping it vague and clearly giving her more questions than answers.

Before she could say any more however, you put one of the open cuffs on her, and with a click, you locked it closed around her wrist.

“How is it?” you asked, wanting her opinion while her arms were still free and until you locked it around her other wrist.

“...Like you’ve already got me trapped” Mom replied, her legs now back around your waist telling you she was more than happy to stay ‘trapped’ in this position with you.

Again, you leaned in closer to give her a kiss and in the process, reached over to grab her other arm. You brought it around behind her back and after hearing the tell tale sound of clicking as the second cuff tightened around her wrist, you kept the kiss going for a little longer to keep her attention on you and then completely let go of her arms.

Pulling back, you got to watch Mom’s reaction as she tested the strain of the handcuffs, seeing all the emotions go across her face until all that remained was just a focus on whatever you were going to say next.

“Still feel trapped?” you asked, placing your hand on the chain so it was pinned to the counter, further limiting the movement of Mom’s arms.

“Yes” Mom timidly replied, weakly trying to move her arms before she gave up, her resistance only going as far as the slack of the cuffs would allow.

“Good” you stated, getting yourself prepared for what you planned to do next.

You moved your hands away from behind Mom’s back and disentangled yourself from her legs, taking a step back and grabbing the apron that had been discarded.

Mom got to watch as you neatly folded it up and placed it on the floor at one end of the kitchen right next to the island counter.

“Kneel” was all you needed to say, seeing Mom understand what you wanted with only the one word and begin to follow through with your order.

She shimmied off of the counter from the side and walked around to join you, turning to face you before carefully getting down onto her knees. The hardwood floor wasn’t the comfiest place for her to be so the apron gave her enough padding for what you had planned.

From the end of the island further from the door, Mom was now hidden from view if anyone came in from the dining room, just like you had envisioned when you set everything up like this.

With her looking up at you, you undid the belt buckle on your jeans before taking your phone out of your pocket, placing it on the counter in front of you before letting your jeans fall the rest of the way down.

From her position, Mom could do nothing but either stare up at you or at your cock, her eyes switching between the two as you hadn’t told her to do anything else yet.

You placed a hand on the top of her head and instead of pulling her forward like she had thought, you pushed her back, letting her upper body go flat against the side of the counter where she had no room to escape. Also hiding her further from view.

With this, you took a step even closer to her with your legs either side of hers and pressed your dick against her face, completely trapping her so that she had no room to back away even if she wanted to, not even able to push you away while her hands were tied together behind her back.

“I’ve already pinned you to this counter and you’ll have no way of escaping even if you wanted to. You’ll only be able to blink so if you do need to say something, you’ll have to make it clear to me” you explained, watching Mom listen to you and nod her head in understanding, even with her eyes looking back occasionally to your cock.

You knew it was unlikely but in the off chance that she needed to use something like a safe word, you wanted to at least hint at what she was supposed to do, her arms and mouth now most likely not being available for what was about to happen next.