He had us in church every Sunday morning and we spent the rest of the day studying the Bible. After his funeral, mother started letting her hair down....The day after we buried dad, she asked me to stop calling her mother and to start calling her Mandy or just "Honey." A few days after that, she swapped her mid-calf length dresses for miniskirts and thin, cotton blouses. Not long after that, she stopped wearing bras. I remember thinking the first morning she came down to breakfast without a bra. Then she was asking me how was my day and all those kind of stuffs, I was very tired and I was not concentrating on her talks.Suddenly she came very close to me and sat beside me and the smell of her perfume made me crazy and I was looking at her now, she was smiling at me and continued the same talks. I stared at her boobs which were perfect for her figure. As I was already aware of that she likes me I got hold of some courage and took her hands in my hands and started massaging her palms with. The tears were dribbling out of her eyes now constantly, soft sobs finding their way out of her severely tape gagged mouth. Her eyes nervously looked back down her body as she watched Carl pull back her skirt even more. An action that soon had her entire pantyhose clad ass exposed.Her bound hands, tight securely to a rope cutting into her waist, flexed uselessly as she felt Carl’s large massive hands touch her thigh. She could feel his rough palm drag along the sheer thin fabric covering her. Tyler's curiosity got the best of him, walking into his moms room, he started to look for anything that would signify why. Looking through her drawers, Tyler found it too easy to see why she wasn't dating, she had a box of toys in her dresser, and looking to the right there was one right there on the nightstand, shocked, horrified, and kinda turned on, Tyler reaches over and grabbed the plastic and rubber dildo, it was still warm, and slightly sticky like it was just used. Putting it back.