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Synopsis: Mora and her daughter Jane try to improve her yoga skills through bondage. How will this end?

"So how is this position called, mom?" Jane McAllister asked her mother, Mora.

"Dhanurasana, honey. It consists in grabbing your feet with your hands and arch your back until you form the shape of a bow, or similar".

Jane and Mora McAllister had been doing some yoga exercises for some time. Mora insisted her twenty-year-old daughter to try it, claiming it would help her relax and that would make her college grades to improve.

Even though they weren't too similar, physically, they were very close and, why not to say it, they were both hot.

Mora Morgan was a forty-two-year-old brunette that had the whole MILF package. She had brown eyes and lusty lips. Besides, her yoga outfit -a skintight black lycra catsuit with stand-up collar - accentuated her curves and made her figure to look even better. For the final touch the front zip of her yoga catsuit was pulled to below her chest giving a nice view of her cleavage.

Her daughter shared her beauty but in a different way. Blonde, her hair tied in a ponytail, with green eyes. Her shape was as stunning as her mother, increased by a pale blue two piece yoga outfit which consisted of a tight high-waist yoga pants and a long-sleeved crop top with front zip and high stand-up collar. Just like her mother, the front zip was pulled down showing a lot of her cleavage.

So, following Mora's instructions, both women laid down on their yoga mats and tried the position Mora suggested.

After barely twenty seconds, the mother stopped.

"We're not doing this properly".

"Why is that?" asked her daughter.

"I'm not sure, I think it's a flexibility matter".

Mora kept thinking for a couple of minutes about how to improve the exercise. Finally, she seemed to come up with something.

"I read somewhere that ropes help in this kind of situations".

"What do you mean ropes?" Jane asked, genuinely concerned.

Mora left the room for a moment and came back with a pile of nylon white ropes.

"What I mean is getting tied up. Tightly. That way our flexibility will be better and it'll help us relax".

"I don't know, mom".

"Trust me, honey. It'll be for the better".

"Okay, I trust you. But how are we both going to get tied up?"

"I think we'll need some help. TOMMY!!" she shouted. "Can you come downstairs for a moment?"

Some footsteps grew in volume as Tommy got to the living room.

"Again with this yoga thing?" he asked his mother and sister.

"Yes, Tommy, and I'm afraid we're going to need your help".

"Oh, mom, I have homework".

"If you help us, I'll do your homework and let you play your videogames until late, does that sound fair?"

"Wow!! Okay mom, what do I have to do?"

Mora showed the kid the unnecessarily huge amount of ropes she had gathered and handed him a bundle.

"I want you to tie your sister's elbows together".

"Elbows!?" Jane exclaimed, "what does this Dhanurasana position have to do with elbows?"

"It's not about the position itself, honey. It's about flexibility".

After a little argument between mother and daughter, Jane finally gave up.

"So do you know how to do it, Tommy?"

The kid nodded. Being a boy scout, Mora knew he'd do a good enough job with the tying.

When Tommy was done with her sister's elbows, he moved on with her wrists, following Mora's instructions.

"Mom, I think this is a bit too tight".

"Well, the tighter, the better, honey".

"I still don't know..."

"Tommy, go on with her legs".

"Yes, mom".

The kid kept wrapping more ropes around her sister's legs, ignoring her soft protests that were growing in amount and volume.

When he had bound her ankles, knees and thighs properly, Mora made another request.

"Now you must bend her legs and make her ankles touch her wrists, and tie them together with another piece of rope".

"Yes, mom".

"Well now I see the similarity with Dhanurasana position, but I still don't understand the whole tying before".

"It's all about flexibility, I told you".

"Yes, whatever. Just let's get this over with".

As Tommy finished his sister's hogtie, Mora still didn't seem too pleased with her daughter's bondage. Soon she found a sollution.

"Well it still doesn't seem a bow. Your feet are touching your butt, but I've got an idea. Tommy, you see that beam from the ceiling?"

"Yes, mom".

"Well, I want you to take your sister's hands and feet and pull them up by tying a rope to that beam, can you do it?"

"Yes, mom".

"What??? Mom, have you gone crazy?"

"Honey, I need you to trust me on this one, please".

"No way, this is it. It's too much for this yoga crap. Tommy, untie me this instant".

"Well, another important thing for relaxing in yoga is breathing through the nose. JUST through the nose".

Jane looked at her mom wide-eyed as Mora took a rag from the bag, and a roll of tape.

"Mom, what are you suggesting?" Jane asked scared.

Mora didn't reply. Instead, she just stuffed the rag inside her perplexed daughter's mouth, who didn't even have time to protest as she felt her mouth muffled.

Next, without hesitation, Mora wrapped the tape around Jane's mouth.

"We need to make sure she doesn't spit that out, shall we?"

"Mphhhhhh" came Jane's muffled protests.

When the tape had surrounded Jane's face for fifteen times, Mora thought it was enough and told Tommy to keep going.

The kid did as he had been told before and pulled up his sister's hogtie, until her back was arched enough.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Jane protested, who couldn't believe her own mother had done that to her.

"Now, honey, remember to breath through the nose and try to relax. I know it's uncomfortable now, but in a couple of hours you'll become used to it".

"Mphhh mpucuplee mpfff mphuuuurs???"

"Now Tommy, can you do the same for me?" Mora ask turning her back to her son und putting her hands behind her back.

"Of course, mom".

The kid replied the bindings he had applied on his sister and soon her mother was tightly tied up too.

"Now, pull my feet and hands just like you've done with your sister".

"Mphhhhhh" Jane kept protesting through her gag, although neither her mother nor her brother were paying attention.

As Tommy finished her mother's last request, Mora's body was almost hanging from the ceiling. Far from scared, Mora found it amusing and even arousing. However, there was one last thing her kid had to do for her.

"Now, Tommy, have you paid attention when I taught Jane how to correctly breath through her nose?"

"Mphhhh" Jane kept protesting to no avail.

"Yes, mom".

"Do you think you can do the same for me?"

"Sure!" exclaimed the kid.

So Tommy searched for a rag just like her mom had done before and repeated the process.

He put the rag inside Mora's mouth and took the roll of tape to wrap gag her.

When the fifteen loops had been applied around her head, Tommy cut the roll.

"Is that okay, mommy?" the kid asked.

"Mphhh mph" Mora nodded, happily.

"MPHHHHHHHH" Jane grunted in anger.

"So can I play my games now?"

"Mphh mph" Mora nodded again as she saw her son turning on the TV and connecting the PlayStation.

Both women were left in their bondage in different conditions. Jane was struggling fiercely, still not believing her mother had tricked her into that predicament.

Mora, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying her 'yoga training', wriggling and moaning in pleasure through her gag.

Little did the teen know that her mother was deeply into bondage, and had used this yoga excuse to indulge her fantasy, dragging her into it as a collateral damage.

Now for how long would the ladies have to endure their tight hogties? That was for Tommy to decide but, seeing how concentrated he seemed in his videogames hardly paying attention to his bound and gagged mother and sister struggling and "mmmphhing" next to him, it didn't seem to be very soon, to Mora's joy and Jane's disgrace.