Mom has occasionally stayed out all night but as I got older I was not naïve enough to think my mom was not having sex.Now a little about me, Mike; b...sides my fetish that is. I am a slim, moderately handsome, adult heterosexual male. Sure I live with my mom but that is more for the convenience rather than any 'mommy's boy' issues. I might as well admit that my job sucks and that I don't earn a very good wage, so staying at home, rent-free, makes perfect sense ok! I have had the occasional. As I got in my car, I noticed my full standing dick. It had been three months since I’d got my cock wet and it was about time to end the spell. We pulled into Ella’s driveway ten minutes later and I was ready to take what was mine. She unlocked her door and dropped her things on a couch. I closed the door behind me and took off my jacket. Ella took off hers and asked, “Would you like something to drink?”I declined and made my way over to her. As her back was turned toward the sink, I came up. I ramped up her desire so I wouldn’t have to think of every move. She reached down and yanked off my shorts exposing my erection. The look in her eyes was almost scary. I had never seen such an animalistic look in a woman’s eyes. I pushed her desire up another notch. She quickly disrobed and it was obvious she was ready. Her big brown breast were capped with dark brown nipples that were standing at attention nearly an inch long. Lena had been working out for the last nine years since her. Drool ran down my throat! Hanna would then tie my arms from wrist to shoulders, each night the rope got higher and higher! Slowly my shouolders begain to meet. Even with the rope gag I knew she heard my screams and begging. All she ever did was smile her pure evil smile. After my arms were wrapped in hell, Hanna would push then under me. Not under and out of the way? She stuck my arms to the floor so that they were pushing me up! I had felt pain before never anything like this!Hanna's boundage.