The intrusive sound of the alarm clock woke me up at 8:30 in the morning. After washing up and having breakfast, I immediately drove back to that house. At about the beginning of 11, I was already ringing the doorbell. One of the guys opened it and let me inside after saying hello lazily. From the threshold I instantly heard familiar moans. "Well, there was no doubt about it," - I thought and went to the sound. The moans could be heard coming from the guest room and I headed that way. As soon as I looked in there, the reasons for my mom's moans became clear. She was standing against the wall on one leg, the other bound at the knee, her hands tied behind her back, her eyes blindfolded and her mouth taped shut. On top of all that, her hair was tied to a hook on the ceiling with a tight rope so mom couldn't move away from the wall or reach down and let her leg rest. The blindfold was covered in tears and some of them were already trickling down her cheeks. Her mouth wasn't taped so tightly that she couldn't open it at all, so there were occasional pitiful and even distinct pleas to let her go. My mom's leg was clearly starting to get tired, for she was bending it as far as she could and trying to change her position as little as possible, but the hair tied to the ceiling prevented her from doing so, holding her in place. I didn't notice it right away, but her hair, face, stomach, and some other parts of her body were still covered in fresh cum, and it was actively dripping down her legs, obviously leaking out of her ass and vagina. "I hope they at least let her get a good night's sleep, otherwise she won't survive another day like this, much less several."