Most girls have a thing for their Dad, but I never did, mainly because I had no interest in boys, just girls. And especially in my Mum. Actually, she was my Step-Mum, but as she and Dad had got married when I was still an infant, she was the only Mum I had ever really known. Since Dad died we had just had each other, and as I grew older, my normal daughter-love for her Mum had changed to a real burning urge to have her as a lover.
I had been dropping hints for the last couple of years but she had ignored all of them, usually changing the subject. Even when I finished school she ignored me, yet I knew I was decent looking, enough boys had tried hitting on me to make that clear. Long legs, slim figure and (at last) decent sized boobs. I also knew that she was at least bi, because I had overheard her in her bedroom with Aunty Jane one night. Her bedroom was next to mine so I could hear some of what was going on, and it was not sleeping. So why would she not consider me as a sex partner? It wasn't like I was her real daughter.
Well, today was going to be different. I was almost 18, I was at University, and I had found a single person flat which was small but nice and affordable, thanks to a school-friend (and occasional lover), Jenny, who was going to the same University as me and who had got the flat upstairs. And today Mum was coming over bringing the rest of my things. Well, she was going to be given a surprise. Up to now, she had always ignored hints, so I was going to make it very clear what I wanted.
I had dressed for the occasion. Black silky bikini with tiny tie-sided briefs and halter-neck top, black lace hold-up stockings, black soft-leather wrist and ankle straps fastened with tiny padlocks and with metal rings and metal clips fastened to each of them. the tie-sided briefs and the ribbon-strap top could be removed without having to unfasten me. I had press-ganged Jenny into helping with my plan. Once we saw my Mum's car pull up in the street outside, we ran into the bedroom. Everything had been prepared. A length of thin chain was already threaded through the wrought-metal bed-frame at top and bottom and she used small padlocks instead of the clips to connect the rings on the wrist bands to the chain so my arms were pulled apart to the corners of the bed. Then the ankle straps were padlocked to the chain at the foot of the bed. The chain was a little short but Jenny pulled my ankle a bit wider to lock me in place. I did not realise just how far apart my legs would be until that moment. Jenny could not resist a quick stroke between them before leaving, taking the padlock keys with her.
I heard her in the hallway.
"Hello Mrs Taylor, Marie is in the flat, just go on in. See you later."
I heard the door open and close, and Mum calling out, "Marie, where are you?"
"In here," I called, and she came into the room.
"Marie, what in Heaven's name...?" she said, "What are you doing like that?"
I started to answer, I had rehearsed this speech a thousand times in my head but suddenly realised how stupid I was, and what a total fool I was being, expecting it all to go the way it always went in my fantasies. I felt the tears start to trickle down my cheeks as she came closer to me.
"Oh Mum," I sobbed. "I am so sorry. I just thought if you saw me like this, sexy and helpless, then you would love me the way you loved with Aunty Jane, because I want you so much, and you never took any of the hints and I kept offering but... and..."
The words tumbled out and then dried up as I sobbed.
"Oh you stupid girl," she said gently as she took out a tissue and wiped my face. "I ignored the hints because you were too young and because I did not want to take advantage of your innocence".
"But I am not innocent Mum," I said, almost yelling. "I have had sex partners over the last year or so but you are the one I always wanted, always needed."
Well," she smiled, I suppose I will have to rectify that for you, won't I? Now first, let's get you out of this."
"You cant," I told her, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle, "Padlocks, no keys until Jenny comes back later."
"Oh dear!" She too almost giggled, standing up and beginning to remove her coat. "I will just have to make do then I suppose."
The smile she gave me washed away any chance of more tears, and I watched fascinated as she stripped slowly, turning occasionally to show me her body from different angles. Slim, long legs, firm tummy and sexy tight buttocks, beautifully rounded boobs and a totally smooth shaved pussy. She cupped her breasts in her hands once the bra was removed.
"Not too bad even now," she said. "Now, let's see what my helpless girl has to offer," and she slowly pulled the ribbon-tie of my halter neck top, sliding it out from under my back and exposing my smaller but well-rounded boobs.
Her hand caressed one of them, fingers teasing the nipple into hardness.