Reunion

by Eva

Purely for the entertainment of adults only. No real people were involved in this fictional story.

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Janice Baker watched her daughter check out the handcuffs and test the lock with the small silver key, and only when Laura was satisfied the locks worked did the mother put her hands behind the thick upright post at the end of the breakfast bar.

As Laura slipped the cuffs on her mother's wrists, she asked: "You okay, Mom?"

"I'm fine, hon," replied the woman as she felt the cold steel of the cuffs close on her wrists behind the wooden post, and heard the ratchet clicking. "How long do you think you'll be with Mrs Gardner?"

"Dunno," said the girl from behind the woman. "Depends what she wants me to do to her. Anyway, her name's Karen."

"To you, maybe," said the woman over her shoulder. "To me she is Mrs Gardner."

"Yeah, I guess," said the twelve year old girl. "Go on, Mom, test it."

Test it meant checking if the cuffs were tight enough to keep the woman from getting free. Janice knew that once her daughter closed the steel bands there would be no escape, no getting free. But Laura always liked her mom to be sure. Janice dutifully tugged at them to demonstrate that she would have to stay there until released, and even rubbed her back against the post.

"Itchy back?" Asked the pre-teen as she put the small key down on the breakfast bar, out of Janice's reach.

"Just getting comfortable. If it's like last time Mrs Gardner was here making love to you I will be standing here a good while I guess."

Laura moved back in front of her mom. The girl looked lovely in her yellow boob tube top that showed her emerging breasts, a top with its bold message, and her short stone- washed denim skirt. "I'm sorry we have to do this," she said as she looked at the 32 year old female in front of her. The girl always made a point of apologizing for securing her mother this way, but she never had any hesitation doing it.

"Hon, listen," said Janice, kindly. "Don't be sorry. If it's what makes Mrs Gardner happy, and that makes you happy, then I'm okay with it. Plus, you know I have no problem with it." She wrinkled her nose as she spoke and tried to blow a wisp of hair from her face. "Laura, would you mind brushing that stray hair from my face?"

The girl carefully made sure all the loose strands of brunette hair were out of the way, tucking it behind her mom's ear, and she smiled at her. "You know, I was wondering... How long did you know Kar – I mean, Mrs Gardner?"

"I was a pupil in her class for five years, all told," said the woman. "Until I was 13. She was a very good teacher."

Laura nodded. Then she asked: "And did you, you know, sort of do things with her?"

Janice laughed. "Like you and her? Oh my, no we didn't! Woman-girl sex was definitely frowned on then. Anyway, she was my teacher."

"I know. That's why she always Mrs Gardner to you." The girl grinned at her mom, before she got serious again. "But me and her... we have to keep it secret, don't we?"

"Yes, you do. I wish it wasn't so but... not everyone likes the idea." The woman took a deep breath. "You'd think people would be more opened minded but sorry to say they aren't."

"But she isn't my teacher," Laura looked exasperated. "I mean, she's not like that cow Morgan –"

"Laura! That's wrong! Mrs Morgan is your teacher and you mustn't talk about her like that."

The girl frowned. "Sorry, Mom, it's just that she's young I know but I don't like her the way I do with Karen. I mean, she hasn't got a nice figure and I don't look at her like I want her to kiss me."

"Probably not, but you have to respect her as your teacher. It wouldn't do for every female teacher to try to put her tongue down every little girl's throat."

"But Linsey Verne and Mrs Morgan... um, I've seen them looking at each other in class like they want to do something."

Janice sighed. "That's their business, not yours. They will keep any sex they have quiet. But above all you still have to keep your relationship with Mrs Gardner quiet. She retires next year, so she's still a teacher. It wouldn't do if anyone knew about you and her." The secured woman paused. "Oh hell..."

"What?" Laura was suddenly concerned.

"I really could do with a pee." The mother sighed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Great timing, huh?"

"Mom... I can't..."

"I know, I know. You can't release me until Mrs Gardner has finished with you. It's my fault; I should have gone before you fastened me up."

"Uh... can't you do it in your diaper?" The girl glanced down at her mom's rather full looking hips, the way they bulged her jeans.

Janice shook her head, but smiled too. "You know I like to keep that as dry as long as I can. If it starts to leak and you're upstairs for three hours my pants will get soaked and it's real cold stood here not doing anything."

Laura looked unhappy. "Well, I guess she wouldn't know if I released you quickly–"

"Yes she would," said Janice firmly. "You'd tell her. You always are way too honest. No, it's my fault so I have to put up with it. If I pee then I pee... and yes, I know what could happen."

The pre-teen girl looked glad she didn't have to uncuff her mom. She hated lying to her lover, and her mother was right; she was certain to say something later in bed with Karen. But she still had a question. "Uh, Mom... when did you first know that you liked being tied up?"

"This is hardly tying up," said Janice, giving her wrists a little jerk to make the small connecting chain clink a little to emphasize her point. "Just handcuffs."

"I know, but you must have wanted to be tied up the first time, sometime. When was it?"

The woman thought for a moment. "Well, hon, when I was 12, about your age. My best friend at school, Pauline, did it to me a few times in their garage, sort of a game."

"And that was when her mom found out, right? And she told Karen 'cos she was your teacher and that's how she knows about you and tying up."

Janice nodded. "So if you know the story, why ask?"

''Cos I don't want to be tied up. Ever"

Janice looked at her daughter. "So, then... Has Mrs Gardner asked you?"

The girl looked horrified. "No, of course not! We don't do things like that." She almost spat the last word out.

"Well if Mrs Gardner doesn't want to tie you up and you don't want to be tied up, then where's the problem? No one's insisting on it, are they?"

Laura creased her brow as she thought. "No... but I jus' wondered why Karen didn't want you – or Pauline – tied up, back then."

Janice sighed. "Has it occurred to you that Mrs Gardner, being my teacher, didn't want to tie up her pupils? If she didn't want to get us in bed, then why tie us?"

"But why didn't she want you? I bet you were a good looking girl back then."

"I wasn't bad at all, but not as nice looking as Carrie Green. She was very pretty. That was who Mrs Gardner was having an affair with."

"Oh yes, you told me. I know her; she's the one who was in the TV show we saw. Yeah, I guess she is kinda good looking."

"And anyway I had Pauline to fuck me."

"Mom!"

"I'm allowed to say it," said the mother firmly. "Just as Mrs Gardner fucks you, okay?"

"I know, but it's only that–" The doorbell interrupted Laura. "Oh, never mind... She's here." The girl, radiating a grin, charged off to the front door.

From where she stood by the breakfast bar Laura heard her daughter yell, "Karen!" Followed by the sound of a very wet kiss.

"Hi pet," said the older voice of the schoolteacher from the hallway, hidden from Janice's view. "My you do look lovely in your t-shirt. What does it say?"

"Boob tube," corrected Laura, in the way kids do when they are slightly offended that not everyone knows the proper name of whatever they are wearing, or what they are into. "It says 'I heart Karen heart,'" giggled the girl. "See, two hearts, one over each boob."

"I'm not sure a picture of a heart is a word," said the woman in a mildly reproving voice. "But let me feel... mmm, yes, both hearts feel lovely," Karen was chuckling. "Your mom here?"

"Sure she is, cuffed as she likes to be." Laura had hold of Karen's hand and was leading the older woman into where her mom was standing.

"Ah, Janice." The tall, thin woman with the neatly coiffured gray hair and the horn-rimmed glasses smiled as she saw the mother standing quite still. "How nice to see you. You do look well." Despite her age the teacher looked good and she still had sizable breasts under her dark blue suit which Janice had admired from afar as a young girl. The teacher's tits hadn't sagged much over the years; if anything they seemed slightly more rounded and therefore more alluring. From what Laura had confided, Karen was eminently proud of her bust and loved her tits to be felt and large brown nipples suckled. If anyting that constituted the bulk of her and Laura's lovemaking, if the child was to be believed.

Janice had no reason to doubt her daughter at all, and could imagine the 12 year old patiently sucking and squeezing and fondling as the teacher lay back and purred with pleasure. The thought made her grow a little hot in her diaper, but that would be of no interest to a woman like Karen – especially as she had a delightful young girl almost begging to go up to the bedroom at once.

"Now, pet," said the thin woman turning her attention back to the child holding her hand. "Let me give these lovely little titties one more squeeze and then you can run upstairs and strip off in your bedroom. I will be up directly when I have had a word with your mommy."

As the old woman spoke she used her free hand to slip under Laura's top and squeeze first one small breast and then the other. Partly it was because the woman liked to do it and partly because it sent a pretty obvious signal to the helpless mother that her own daughter was going to be pleasured and used for the older woman's pleasure. Karen also bent down and gave the child a loving peck on the lips, but dodged from the child's tongue as it flickered out.

Laura looked disappointed but didn't say anything; getting her tongue in the older woman's mouth as soon as possible was one of her little reassurances that everything was really okay between them. Like all youngsters on the verge of their teen years, Laura would get worried that maybe Karen was looking at some other girl, or planning to dump her current little lover. Irrational of course, as Janice often pointed out, but understandable in its own way. There was competition out there too. At least two of Laura's friends had bigger boobs and one wore makeup already (which Janice felt spoiled her "innocence" as she put it) but it tended to make Laura insecure.

It was one thing to be told she was a good lover in bed with Karen and another to avoid worrying about it, especially when she didn't see the woman for a week at a time and Karen was bound to be looking all day at the young girls she taught.

"Later, pet," smiled the woman, not having let go of one of the child's tender little boobs and she gave it a playful if sharp squeeze that made Laura both gasp and grin in delight. As soon as Karen had extracted her hand Laura was off, running to the stairs. Janice wanted to shout out for her daughter to stop running in the house but avoided it. She always felt that when Mrs Gardner was here, it was the older woman who was really in charge.

The old woman watched the child disappear and then stepped over to where Janice was stood in her simple bondage. "Well, my dear. Little Laura is as lovely as ever and I am looking forward to getting her tongue in me," she smiled and winked as if sharing a dirty secret. "But she must wait while I talk to you."

"Is it serious, Mrs Gardner? Anything I should worry about? I mean, the boob tube was Laura's idea and she didn't mean any–"

"No, goodness me, not that. Girls will be girls and anyway, she will be out of it now and sitting naked in bed waiting for me. She really does whip those clothes off." Another smile, and then the woman said: "No, it isn't bad news. In a way quite the opposite... Though it depends how you feel."

"Excuse me?"

"I have arranged a little treat for you," said the teacher, looking her former pupil up and down. "Though how your treat regards a mature woman in diapers is perhaps something we can't predict." The teacher paused and flipped open the button at the top of Janice's jeans. "Oh don't look so eager, my dear. Believe me I am not going to play with you," said Karen. "I had opportunities when you were Laura's age and passed them by... plus I am not into women. Only girls. No, I just wanted to check if you were still dry." The teacher eased the secured woman's jeans down to the top of her thighs and reaching into the top of the diaper. Janice, for her part, sucked in her belly to allow the woman's long, thin and it has to be said slightly bony hands to slip inside. The hand stopped at the top of Janice's shaved mound and was clearly feeling the inside of the diaper and wasn't venturing anywhere near Janice's clit.

The younger woman had, despite what Mrs Gardner had said, hoped that just maybe the teacher would after all these years continue her movement down and at least tease Janice's hard and proud clit, but she didn't. "Yes, quite dry," the woman pronounced as she took her hand out but made no effort to refasten Janice's jeans or even drag them back up. Instead she idly unfastened the buttons on the woman's white shirt. "I am not going to play with you as I said, but I thought it would look good for Abi if she saw your underwear... well, bra and diaper."

"Abi?" Janice scanned her memory. She knew of no one called Abi. None of her friends or their kids, none of her cousins were called Abi. None of Laura's friends were called that either. "I don't know any Abi," she said.

"No, probably not." The cuffed woman's shirt was undone and Karen arranged it to be clear of the mother's chest, revealing her white bra. Janice shivered a little, feeling so exposed like this, but perhaps also because her old teacher's hands were so close and yet deliberately not touching her the way she used to dream about when she was Laura's age. Dream as she rubbed herself to an orgasm.

"Then who, Mrs Gardner?" Asked Janice.

"Abi Polson. Oh you won't know her by her second name, I am sure. But then," the older woman smiled deeply, "you lost touch with Pauline years ago."

"Pauline... my school friend Pauline Walters?" Janice stared incredulously. "But they moved away..."

"And have been found. Pauline married a man called Polson – not a nice man, and had a child by the name of Abigail. Abi, she prefers." The teacher walked to the side to check the cuffed woman looked good and satisfied she did she continued. "So I took the trouble to track them down and, well, you will see."

"Abigail... a girl? Coming here? H-how old is she?" Janice's heart was thumping in her chest and her mouth felt dry. She clean forgot about wanting a pee.

"My daughter is nine," said a voice that hadn't changed much over the years.

Janice shot a look at where it came from, and there was Pauline – definitely Pauline – looking older but still the same mop of red hair and the freckles. And the little girl by her side was obviously her daughter. The red hair gave it away, along with the same ready smile Janice remembered when she and Pauline played bondage games and made love in the clumsy but excited way two pre-teens do as they explore and learn.

Janice thought she would both faint and explode at the sight of her old friend, still looking attractive in her open-faced, innocent way. "Pauline, oh hi," Janice managed to say, and got a "hi" back.

But there was something different, and it took Janice a few moments to focus on the woman, or rather the way she was standing. She had her arms behind her as if they were tied there, and Janice's pounding heart skipped a beat: Pauline was indeed secured, and the pretty little girl by her side was looking pleased. "I tied my mommy up," said Abi with a note of pride. "Turn round Mommy an' show the lady."

Pauline turned as her daughter instructed and indeed her arms were bound – almost laced up from her wrists to above her elbows with thin white cord. Janice, whose voice had seemed to fail her, finally managed to speak. "Y-you did that?"

"Yes," laughed the girl. She reached up and patted her mom's tied arms. "An' Karen says she can stay like that while I play with you," the girl chuckled and shot a look at the older woman as if she needed approval.

"Of course, Abi dearest, you can leave Mommy tied up," said the older woman, "and play with Janice here as much as you want. She's just like your mommy; she loves being felt up and pinched."

"Janice, yeah, great," grinned the child. She almost bounced across to where Janice was standing and she immediately plunged her hand into the top of the woman's diaper. "An' I like you in diapers, like a big baby," chortled the girl. "Oooh, you're not wet."

Janice gasped as the child slid her small hand down the diaper and underneath and felt the girl's slender fingers expertly work up into her slit. "No, wait a moment..." Abi laughed as she worked her hand in. "You are all wet in there, hee hee hee!"

"Abi will play with you while you stand there and let her," said Karen as if she was handing out directions in a math lesson, "and you will enjoy it, I am sure. You can catch up with Pauline later, if her daughter allows it."

Janice would have responded but the child had four fingers in her now, and she was feeling the emerging of a climax as the little girl began to rotate them. The best the woman could do was give a small cry of pleasure, boosted when Abi reached up with her other hand and grabbed one of the woman's breasts. "'S nice," grinned the girl, squeezing hard on the woman's swollen nipples before wriggling her fingers inside one of the lace cups and toying with Janice's stiff nipple.

Janice shot a worried look at Pauline, wondering what she was making of this, but the woman still had her back to the events; clearly she hadn't been told she could turn round and was waiting patiently. Probably waiting patiently for as long as Abi decided.

"Well, everything is fine here, so I am off upstairs to my waiting lover," said Karen.

"Mrs Ga–" began Janice, gasping anew as the child was now pinching her clit, but couldn't finish what she started to say.

"You'll be fine, my dear," said the teacher. "Pauline will not – cannot – interfere and you never know, you might end up tied like your old friend. Perhaps next to her. Won't that be a sweet reunion?" She smirked as she moved off towards the stairs.

Yes, Janice thought as she closed her eyes, feeling this delightful child work her hand in her wet cunt, feeling the girl's other hand on her breast and nipple. A wonderful reunion, being tied up with Pauline and both of them having this eager little girl fingering them both.

Just like they talked about when they made love, all those years ago.

The end