NIGELLA - WITH HER FAMILY IN HER BEDROOM - THEN 69-BOUND WITH JULIEN AND CRATED UP AND ON A JOURNEY<br/><br/>I was still quite helpless and unable to move, presumably because of some drugs that were on that dart. I lay, unable to move a muscle, my body no more than a warm floppy collection of bones and flesh and limbs. My eyes still would not work properly and as I was moved about and the other members of my family were I caught only slight glimpses of what was being done. I felt my thighs and ankles being bound together and then painfully, my knees bent and my ankles tied firmly by plastic strapping to my thighs, folding my legs in half. I was laid on my side and then I felt fingers again at my sex, pushing in and exploring and then withdrawing, leaving some strange stickiness behind, some kind of grease. I wanted to squirm away and yell at my attackers but I could do neither except roll my eyes a small bit and pant and groan a little. The gag I wore was strange, nothing stuffed my mouth at all and my tongue was free to move but some kind of rubber-coated hard band went behind my teeth, a strap holding it in place. I'd never encountered such a thing before, I'm not the sort of person to look online at certain equipment stores or video sites!<br/><br/>Then something truly awful happened, still on my side, Julien was placed against me on his side, but facing the other way! We were pressed together and my face was banded tight to his crotch and I could feel something pushing between my nether lips, penetrating me! I struggled but still could hardly move a muscle, although some sense of motor co-ordination was returning. Then an even more horrid thing happened; a man reached down to pull my son's penis from between his legs and insert it into my mouth! Because of the round steel object that held my jaws wide I couldn't close my mouth or stop the man pushing my own child's flesh into my mouth!<br/><br/>My mind reeled in horror and disgust. What kind of sick people were these? What were they thinking, binding a mother and son together in such a disgusting and indecent way? I tried to get free, to wiggle away but it was useless and Julien's soft penis filled my mouth until my nose was pressed firmly against the warm sack of skin that held his balls. Between my legs I felt my body parting and opening as the thick intrusion pushed deeper into my sex, going as deep as Chris does, and lodging there, unmoving.<br/><br/>I could hardly breathe! Flesh filled my mouth completely and through my nose all I could smell was my son's body, freshly showered but nonetheless, his male smell filled my nostrils. I groaned helplessly and wondered what was happening to Chris and the girls. They weren't surely doing something like this with them were they? Chris with one of them…?!<br/><br/>I grunted as my body was lifted up, moved and placed down into a large box with padding underneath and behind me, some kind of foam packing that fit my limbs. Julien was bound tightly against me and we were picked up and put down as a pair, like trussed up Turkeys. It was at least comfortable. Then a sudden low buzzing began inside my sex! Oh God! What kind of sickos were these men? A vibrator! It ran on and on and I began to have a horrible feeling about this. A lid was put on and secured down and total inky black darkness enveloped me. All I had was the sensation of my tight bindings, the softly buzzing object pushed into my sex and my son's flesh in my mouth and his smell. It was a male smell and of course it wasn't disagreeable, what was disagreeable was that it was my own son!<br/><br/>The box we were in was shifted and swayed about and then with a thump and a slide, was still again. Other thumps followed and then I heard a truck engine and the motion of a vehicle. We were being driven away? Why?<br/><br/>My open mouth began to drool and by working my tongue a little against the flesh in my mouth I was able to make an air gap and breath through that as well. Then I had an awful thought! What if, for some reason, Julien became aroused? He would harden, and fill my throat. I'd choke! I'd suffocate!<br/><br/>Then an even worse thing happened. Down below, in my sex, the vibrating object began to make me tingle, in that hot needy way I do when Chris excites me. I couldn't work out why my body was doing this; I wasn't in the least bit sexually excited by this terrible ordeal! Yet it was inexorable, gradually my belly began to burn and tingle more and I could feel my body producing female wetness. My sex was wanting it and from time to time it clenched involuntarily around the vibrating object that was pushed deep inside. I began to pant a little, my tongue moving slightly against my son's penis. I had no idea why my body was betraying me unless it was linked to the drug in that dart.<br/><br/>My belly began to burn with wanting and in small motions I began to rock a little against the object, making it push inside me a small amount. I whimpered and moaned, it felt so good, yet Julien's face and nose would be pressed right into me as I was against him. He'd smell and taste me! I burned with intense shame and humiliation but simply couldn't stop myself. I didn't know how long I could last out but the real fear of being slowly driven to an orgasm filled my mind. I just mentally begged that Julien didn't grow hard, though the crazy heat that was filling my mind and body was telling my mouth to suck on the male flesh, I resisted it, making myself constantly aware whose penis it was. Not my husband's but my son's.