Trolley problem

You could tell that the embarrassment of potentially being seen in either situation was causing Mom to struggle making a choice but she still didn’t tell you that either option was impossible for her. With no hint of getting herself out of this situation if she truly wanted to.

However, it did seem like one option was easier for her to accept when she finally gave her answer.

“I’ll stay bent over” Mom said, making her choice.

In your head, it was easier for her to choose this option as she didn’t really have to change her position, letting her stay on the path she was already on without having to really make a choice.

“Good choice” you replied, giving her one swat on her ass as you moved behind her.

She let out a yelp that from the contact but with the way she wiggled and stretched herself it felt like she was asking for more, rushing you to go and grab the things you needed. With her already blindfolded, you roughly positioned her how you wanted. You firmly grabbed one of her legs and pulled it away from the other, doing the same with the other next to spread them as far apart as Mom could manage.

Her arms were still holding up her upper body but you pushed her down and **** her face onto the bed, grabbing her arms so she reached back behind herself with each hand resting on an ass check.

“Good, now spread” you ordered, seeing her hesitate at your command.

Before she could even think, you stepped closer, using two of your fingers and coating them in her pre-cum before fingering her pussy.

That got an instant reaction as she moaned into the duvet and her hands balled up as if trying to grip something. She was already incredibly wet so you pushed your fingers as deep as you could with very little resistance before holding yourself still.

“I said, spread. Like the good slut you are” You warned, not moving an inch as she stayed bent over.

She did as you asked but she moved slowly, worried that she would move in a way that would cause her any sort of extra pleasure and be **** to show that she was enjoying being treated like this.

When it finally felt like she was exactly where you wanted her, you slowly withdrew your fingers in the silence of the room, listening for any sounds coming from Mom. You heard the slightest whimper from her mouth but she managed to hold herself back from anything more than that, bringing a smile to your face which you knew she couldn’t see.

“Good. Now, I’m going to be gone for about… well I’ll just let you keep guessing for when I’ll be back. And like I said, the door will be wide open so try not to make any noise in case Sarah or Lucy might hear you okay?” you said, getting no words in response but seeing Mom’s legs quiver slightly from what she had been told.

You backed away and unlike what you said, you did shut the door partially. You selfishly wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get interrupted and it also meant that you could muffle the sounds of you running around the house to grab the supplies.

Once you had walked far enough away from the door and you were confident she wouldn’t be able to hear you, you quickened your pace and went to your room. You looked for the handcuffs you knew you still had and also grabbed the pens you had used on Mom yesterday, knowing the familiar sensation would remind her of her earlier embarrassment.

Next, you considered whatever random assortment of supplies you had and the best you could find was an old wooden ruler, wide enough to leave a decent mark while also being thin to allow it to bend.

The rest of the stuff didn’t seem like it would work and all you could think of was visiting the kitchen to see what else you could find. It would take a bit more time but you considered it to be worth it and leaving Mom alone for a little longer didn’t seem like much of an issue.

You still walked fast as you made it to the top of the stairs and went down, more due to the excitement of figuring out what else you could use on Mom than anything else.

You passed the dining room and into the kitchen and as seemed to be the case recently, you turned the corner to see Lucy already up and awake, making her breakfast and greeting you when she saw you.

“Morning” she announced, bringing a cup of coffee to her lips after she spoke.

“...Morning” you replied, taking a step inside.

Your hands immediately shot behind your back as you still held the handcuffs and now a ruler but you knew it was already too late, Lucy having been able to see exactly what had been in your hands.

“I’ve already heard you and Mom doing… whatever it is that you are doing so if you need to do something you don’t need to bother acting like nothing is going on” Lucy revealed, her grin not disappearing as she took another sip from her drink.

A slight panic arose in you from her words but when you saw that she was acting as usual, the feeling faded once again.

You took another cautious step into the kitchen before you gave up on acting cautious and just decided to look for what you needed.

You moved your hands from where they were behind you and started rooting through the kitchen drawers searching for anything you could find.

“I get the handcuffs but… A ruler?” Lucy asked, peering over the counter to look at what was in your hands as curiosity got the better of her.

“Well she’s blindfolded and… I’ll spare you the details” you replied, about to censor yourself for your sister’s benefit.

“You don’t need to do that. At this point it might actually be kinda fun to hear how you are embarrassing her” Lucy admitted, pausing slightly after she spoke as if she had realised those words were truer than she had first thought.

“Well… screw it. She’s currently blindfolded and her ass is facing the door, which she currently thinks is wide open for anyone to see. It’s actually closed as I didn’t want to get interrupted but… here we are” you admitted, waiting to see if Lucy had any reaction to what you had just told her.

You saw her have a far-off look as if picturing what was going on upstairs and the smallest of smiles appeared on her lips before her eyes focused back on you.