Try to talk your way out

'Boys if you don't mind I'll just grab my clothes and get out of here.' You decide you'll quickly make an exit and not embarrass your son any further. The last thing you need is his friends getting an even better eyeful of your curvaceous body.

'Be our guest' Charlie replies confidently not taking his eyes off you. Ryan meanwhile is still standing there just staring at your body like he's never seen a naked woman before.

You start to crouch down still trying to cover as much of your naked body as you can you start to gather your clothes together.

'Here mum, I'll give you a hand' Tarquin says clearly embarrassed and humiliated by his naked mother being seen by his friends. Tarquin starts to move takes a step towards you but suddenly Charlie grabs him. 'Oh no you don't, she's doing well enough' Charlie replies. Struggling Tarquin can't get out of the grasp of his bigger, stronger friend.

'What the hell, let me go Charlie' Tarquin exclaims. 'Let him go immediately' you shout. Completely ignoring you Charlie looks at Ryan and orders him to grab your son. As he does Charlie takes a step towards which prompts you to take a step back. Charlie then reaches into his bag and pulls out some handcuffs. He grabs Tarquin's hands and pulls them either side of the bar at the top of the bench before handcuffing your son in place.

Protesting Tarquin tries to struggle free but it's no use. Now forgetting your nakedness and the cum still running down your leg from where Jermaine shot his load inside, your thoughts now turn to the safety of your son.

'Let him go, Charlie!' you demand. Charlie just smiles at you though 'Oh I will, I want you to do something for me first though.'