Her Son David

Linda squirms and giggles. Her body was on fire!

She could hear him moving around the house downstairs. She wondered if he had seen the initial note of "Find me", she worried it may have blended in with the other various things in the entryway. No bother, once he found the other notes he'd start to clue in. Besides, he always tracked her down to kiss her after getting home from work.

It is then she hears a voice call out downstairs. A voice not her husband's. A voice that nearly causes her blood to freeze.

"Mom!?" It was her son David, youngest of their three children. "Mom? You home?"

Jesus Christ! What was David doing here!? He hadn't told her he was coming home! NO! Why now! Why did he have to come home now of all times!?

NO! He can't find her like this, he just can't. While she was playful and kinky with her husband, she was the very model of a respectable and traditional mother with her children. The kind of old fashioned mom that would be expected to be seen wearing an apron, not a ballgag.

She flailed and thrashed with all her might. Straining with all she had against the bonds. Nothing budges, not even a little. She had done her job too well. After she realizes the futility of it she then gets very still. She listens hard.

She hears him moving around and prays with she had that he just stayed downstairs. Her prayers would not be answered. Within a minute she hears his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Her internal pleading now switches to hoping he didn't enter this particular room. His old room was the one next to this. Maybe, just maybe, he'd go to his room and stay out of this one. Linda's heart was beating like a jackhammer.

"Mom?" She hears his voice once more, this time in the hallway just outside.

Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp.

'No...no don't come in here David. Please God. Don't come in here.' Linda thinks, though she stays perfectly still and quiet.

She then hears his footsteps stop just outside the door.

No, no, no. Not David. If it had to be one of the kids David was the last one Linda would have wanted to find her like this. He was...different. An odd duck. A sensitive soul. He liked weird things. He had a peculiar sense of humor. And...he was a Mama's boy through and through. He was the baby of the family and she had coddled him shamelessly. Frank hated how she had doted on and pampered the boy as he grew up, but Linda loved her baby boy and she loved spoiling him.

Jason or Courtney would have been bad enough, but David...no, not David.

She hears him read the note out loud. "Come in? That's weird."

NO!!!!

Her heart nearly stops as she watches the doorknob slowwwwly turn. Like a slow motion scene from a movie she watches as the door swings quietly open. As her youngest son steps in his eyes go wide as they lock onto the bound body in front of him.

A tremble runs through her. Instinctively she tries to cover up, the bonds hold firmly of course. All she can do is lay there. Legs spread, arms spread, tits exposed, and pussy pointed right at him.

It is only a moment yet it feels like an eternity as the two stare at each other. David's mouth hung open in his surprise, his wide blue eyes registering his shock. His gaze finally drifts up to see the sign she had taped to the headboard over her head. She sees as he mouths the words as he reads them. "Fuck...me."

His eyes go back down to stare in disbelief at her exposed body.

'God David! Just let me up! Or cover me up!' Linda is thinking. 'Ohhh...stop looking at me!'

"Mmmmmm." Is all Linda could manage. Her cheeks and upper chest were a bright pink from the deepest blush she had ever had.

"M-M-Mom???"