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Subject: MOM/SON Stories: 5. Friday Afternoon 1-12 - friday.inc [1/1]
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Date: 1997/04/10
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Friday Afternoon

Part 1

Bobby sat on the commode in the plush upstairs bathroom with a
thin, well-worn magazine of grainy photographs of nude women in
his left hand and his K-Y jelly-lubricated erection in his right.
As he stared at a waist-to-head picture of a particularly sexy
brunette with medium sized breasts he slid his jelly-slick hand
slowly up and down his hard penis while trying to imagine what it
would be like to have this woman sitting live across from him
watching him jacking off instead of just staring back at him
lifelessly from a piece of paper. Nonetheless, as he stroked himself
that good sensation in his groin continued to build. It wouldn't
be long now before his cock would spew out that marvelous white
jism onto the face of this woman who turned him on so much with
her sexy sneer. Although it would ruin another couple of pages of
the magazine, Bobby just couldn't seem to help himself; it gave
him such a thrill to come on the faces of the women who turned him
on.
Today was unusual in that the basketball coach had called off the
normal after-school practice and Bobby was able to go home early. He
had planned to use the time to catch up on his homework, but when
he got home he hadn't seen his mother's car in the driveway and
figured she must have stayed late at work. Thinking he had the
house to himself, he hurried to the upstairs bathroom to relieve
himself of the tension that had been building in him because of two
incidents earlier in the day.
The first had happened while he was getting dressed for school. He
had been passing down the hallway on his way to the bathroom when
he happened to glance through the half-opened door of his parents'
bedroom and caught a glimpse of his mother, Norma, clad in only
bra and panties as she got dressed for work. Although the glance
was only fleeting it was enough to set him on edge. Norma was a
tall, statuesque woman whose most striking features were her long,
wavy black hair which cascaded down her back almost to her waist
and her equally long full legs. From the time Bobby began to develop
sexually he had been attracted to her and her beautiful legs held
a special fascination for him. From time to time he would masturbate
while fantasizing what it would be like to be able to fondle and
kiss his mother's legs. He was also extremely curious about her
breasts, which appeared to be slightly on the small side. Try as
he might, he had yet to see his mother's bare breasts and this just
inflamed his imagination that much more.
The second incicdent occured in biology class when Jenny Avarrito
had tripped on her way past his desk and landed squarely in his
lap. The fall had caught him unawares and as he grabbed her to keep her
from sliding to the floor his hand had landed firmly on her beautiful
full long tanned leg. From that moment on he hadn't been able to
get the feel of her firm yet soft leg in his hand out of his mind.
So enraptured was he now in his erotic musings as he sat masturbating
to the erotic vision of his mother alternating with the feel of
Jenny's leg and the sexy tits and sneer on the face of the woman
looking at him from the magazine that he was taken completely by
surprise when the bathroom door suddenly opened and there stood
his mother staring in amazement at him. She remained frozen in the
doorway with one hand on the doorknob and the other on the jamb
for what seemed an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds,
her gaze alternating up and down between his eyes and his crotch.
Just as suddenly as she had appeared she whispered, "Excuse me,
I'm sorry," and was gone, softly pulling the door closed behind
her.
But it was too late. The damage had been done; he'd been caught!
"God - what's going to happen now," he worried as his cock slowly
began to deflate. His libido deflating as well, Bobby decided he had
better get cleaned up and go try to do some homework - or something.
And then he remembered that early that morning his mother had
hastily told him on her way out the door to work that she was
leaving work early to take the car to the garage for maintenance
and that she would get a ride home from there. He realized then
that she must have been home the entire time even though he hadn't
seen or heard her. Maybe she had been taking a nap or something.
Just as he put the magazine on the floor and was ready to get a
wash cloth to clean himself off he heard a soft rapping at the
door. Then the door opened a crack and his mother stuck her head
inside and said, "Is it alright if I come in, Bobby? Please let me
come in."
"Gee, mom, I'll be out in just a second. Can you wait?"
"Bobby, I want to talk to you - right now," she said as the door
opened wider and she entered. "Please let me come in."
When she was fully inside, she gently closed the door and turned
toward her son who was still seated on the toilet with his pants
around his ankles. Looking down on his upturned face she said, "I'm
really sorry to disturb you, but I've been wanting to talk to you
about this for quite some time now. Do you wind?"
"Talk about what, mom?"
"This. You know - you're doing this. Masturbating."
"Aw, gee, mom . . . "
"It's OK, Bobby. Look - I've been meaning to bring the subject up
ever since I talked to your father about it, but he's such a wimp
that he just shrugs it off and refuses to discuss it. I'm just a
little concerned about you - I'm your mother, you know - and curious
also. Can you and I just discuss it?"
"Can I, uh, get dressed first?" Bobby asked, feeling a little
embarrassed sitting half naked in front of his mother even though
his erection had subsided.
"Well . . . I thought maybe you'd like to, uh, finish what you'd started
-
before I so rudely interrupted you."
When her son didn't answer, she said softly, "It's OK. You can go
ahead. I'd really like you to go ahead and finish it, Bobby."
"You mean finish doing it? Right now?" he queried, puzzled.
"Uh huh - if you wouldn't mind, dear."
"With you here?"
"Sure - if you wouldn't mind. I'd kind of like to watch you."
"You'd what!" Bobby said in amazement.
"I'd like to watch you masturbate yourself, Bobby." his mother said
matter-of-factly.
"Aw, mom, it's bad enough you caught me without you making me do it in
front of you," he said shamefacedly.
"I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to Bobby.
But I really would like to watch you do it to yourself."
"Well - gosh, I don't know whether I could do that or not. I've
never done it in front of someone before."
"I understand, son. I guess it might be a little difficult to get
yourself excited, given the circumstances - especially with your
mother present." With her hand his mother pointed toward the magazine
lying on the floor and said, "But it's OK if you want to go ahead
and look at those pictures - if you think it would help."
The reference to the magazine made Bobby blush again and he didn't
know quite what to say. Norma, sensing her son's hesitation, bent
down and picked up the magazine. Glancing at the picture that Bobby
had been looking at earlier she handed it to him asking, "Is this
the picture that you like to look at? Is she the one that turns
you on? She's really got beautiful breasts, doesn't she?"
Reflexively, Bobby reached out with his hand and took the magazine
from her, looking down at the picture. Totally confused by the
situation, especially hearing his mother talk this way for the
first time in his life, Bobby was at a loss as to how to act, but
he felt thoroughly trapped with no way out.
"Well, maybe if you're not ready yet, we can talk a little, OK?"
his mother asked.
"Sure, mom, OK."
"Would you answer a couple of questions for me?"
"If I can - sure." Bobby responded hesitantly.
"I've known for some time that you've been doing it, dear. All the
telltale signs are there. I want you to know that I think it's OK,
though, and that it's normal and nothing to be ashamed of, OK?"
"Uh huh."
"Have you had sex with a girl yet? I mean real sex - where you have an
orgasm?"
"No," Bobby answered softly, and then added, "not that I haven't wanted
to."
"Naturally. When you masturbate, do you fantasize about Jenny or Ariel
or any of your other girlfriends?"
"Yeah, sometimes."
"And what do you fantasize about them?"
"You know - what it would be like to be with them, touching them,
that kind of stuff?"
"Uh huh, and would you like it if one of them jacked you off? I'm sorry,
dear - you do know what jacking off is, don't you?"
"Sure. It's what I was doing - masturbating."
"Does it bother you, Bobby, when I talk dirty like that? You know, use
dirty words like jacking off?"
Actually, it was somewhat tittilating to hear his mother use that kind
of language, but he only replied, "No ma'am, it doesn't bother me."
"And would you want one of your girlfriends to do it to you? Jack you
off?"
"I guess. Yeah, but I don't think it would ever happen."
"And the other times? When you're not fantasizing about them you look at
pictures?"
"Uh, huh," Bobby was starting to get even more nervous now, wondering
whether his mother was going to ask him whether he thought about
her while he was doing it. That was an area he wanted to avoid
because from time to time he did think about her, wondering what her
body looked like totally undressed. He could not ever remember
seeing his mother totally naked although now and then he had glimpsed
her in various states of undress as he had that morning. He was
especially turned on by her legs which were long and full. Even
though his mother was not big-breasted she had enough to make
her blouses and sweaters stick out and he was curious about them
and what they looked like, especially the nipples which seemed to poke
out through her clothes all the time.
Sensing she was getting close to shaky territory, Norma pushed a little
harder with her next question. "Is there anything else you think about
besides your young girlfriends, Bobby?"
"Well . . ." and he hesitated a long guilty moment.
"How about me, Bobby. Have you ever thought about me while you masturbated?"
Norma could tell even before he opened his mouth that she had hit the
mark. Bobby's face turned a few shades of darker red as he stammered,
"Aw, mom . . ."
"It's OK, Bobby. I think it's natural for a boy your age to be
curious about his mother - even sexually. Now tell me the truth - have
you ever thought about me."
"Well, sure, I guess. Once in a while," he admitted shyly.i
"And what do you fantasize about me?"
"Gee, mom, this is really embarrassing . . ."
"There's no need to be embarrassed, son - I'm your mother and you can
tell me. I'm really curious and I'd like to know. Now tell me what you
think about me while you're playing with yourself."
"Well, I guess I like your legs a lot, mom. I think about them mostly."
"Well, I'm very flattered, son," Norma said reassuringly. "I'm glad you
find my legs attractive. I always thought they were a little too fat."
"Oh, gee, no. They're really beautiful, mom. I mean it."
"Tell me - what's the thing that most turns you on about women? Is
it their legs, or rears, or their breasts or what?"
"Breasts, mostly, I guess."
"Is that what you look at most of the time when you look at those
pictures?"
"Uh huh."
"Do you ever think about my tits, Bobby. Have you ever seen my bare
breasts?"
"Uh, no I haven't," he stammered honestly, wondering what his mother
was getting at now. Norma then suddenly stood and said, "Wait here
just a minute, OK - I'll be right back," as she opened the bathroom
door and turned down the hallway.
A minute later she was back and re-seated herself on the edge of
the tub. In her hand she held what appeared to Bobby to be a bunch
of photographs, but he couldn't see what they were. Then his mother
said, "Bobby, I'd like you to see these, if you want to, but first
you have to promise me that you won't ever tell anyone you've seen
them, OK? Promise?"
"Sure mom, if you don't want me to say anything, I won't," Bobby said,
thinking that maybe his mother had some girly pictures of his father's
or something.
Without saying anything Norma held the photos toward her son. Bobby took
them in his dry hand while reaching for a towel to wipe off the K-Y jelly
on his other hand. Having done so he then looked down at the top photo
and was stunned.
There, in full living color, was a picture of none other than his
mother dressed up whorishly like many of the girls in the magazines.
She had on sheer black stockings held up by suspenders from a black
garter belt and high heels that made her beautiful legs look even
longer and fuller. But what attracted his immediate attention was
that her upper torso was encased in a partial bra that lifted her
breasts and pushed them out while leaving the nipples completely
exposed. He felt his soft cock twitch and began to harden again as
he gazed at the magnificently large dark brown areolae and nipples
on his mother's breasts. They were huge - larger than any he had
ever seen in a magazine or even imagined existed. And they jutted
straight out from her tits tilting slightly upward and outward.
As he continued to stare at that one picture he was aware that his cock
was swelling and that it was in plain view of his mother's sight. Still,
he couldn't seem to remove his eyes from the picture.
When he finally did look up at his mother she had a sexy smile on her
face and said in a low, husky voice, "It's OK, Bobby. You can look at the
rest of them, too, if you want."
"Is this really you, mom?" he asked, somewhat confused and a little
embarrassed at being so boldly confronted with his own mother's sexuality.
"Yes, Bobby, it really is me. But don't ask how they were taken - that's
my secret. Just go ahead and look at them, OK."
Bobby just nodded his head as he took the second photo. It showed
his mother sitting upright on the edge of a straight-backed chair.
Her legs were spread and he could now make out a thick black patch
of pubic hair between her legs. This inflamed him even more. He
had never before considered even remotely the possibility that his
mother had a sexual side, but that idea was changing rapidly.
There were about six pictures in all of his mother in various poses
and dressed the same in each picture. The last one was somewhat
different, however, insomuch as now his mother was sitting spreadlegged
on the edge of the bed and she had one hand holding what appeared
to be a large black rubber penis stuck in her cunt while the other
hand pulled at one of her big nipples as she leered at the camera
with a lust filled expression.
At this point, Bobby became fully erect again and looked apprehensively
up at his mother. Norma just smiled and said to him, "Well - I can see
that I do turn you on, don't I?"
As Norma nodded her head toward the picture Bobby was holding she
said, "And you ought to be able to see from those pictures that
boys aren't the only ones that play with themselves, either. I've
been masturbating since I was your age and still do it almost every
day - sometimes more than once a day. I love doing it and love
watching other people doing it, too. That's why I want to watch
you. Maybe one of these days I'll even let you watch me jack off if you'd
like. But now I can see those pictures have gotten you hard again. Would
you like to look at them while you masturbate?"
When Bobby didn't respond right away she continued, "I'd be glad to have
you look at those if you want to. Go ahead, Bobby, it's alright. You're
hard as a rock. Why don't you go ahead and jack off your hard penis while
you look at those pictures. Here - give me your hand," and Norma reached
out and grasped her son's hand, the one that he had been using on his
cock. Turning the palm up she proceded to gather a mouthful of saliva and
spit it onto his hand.
"That'll help make you slick again, huh."
Dumbfounded, Bobby reached down and began to smear his mother's
spit over his solid erection as he looked into her sexy eyes. When
it was completely covered he wrapped his hand around it and began
to slowly pump it up and down as he looked once again at the super
charged picture of his mother fucking herself with the dildo and
playing with her nipple.
After a few moments he heard his mother say, "Do you like my tits,
Bobby? Now that you've seen my bare breasts, don't you think they're
really nice? I have nice big, sexy nipples don't I? Actually, I've
got the biggest nipples I've ever seen on a woman and I know they
turn men on. Do you like them, Bobby?"
"Oh, god, mom - they're beautiful, they really are. They're so
big!" Bobby exclaimed in his building excitement.
Then his mother stunned him once again when she asked him, looking
deeply into his eyes, "Would you rather see the real thing than look at
those pictures, Bobby?"
"What?? You mean . . .?"
"Yes, Bobby. I do mean. If you'd like, I'll let you look at my bare
breasts while you jack off. Would you like that, huh? You can see
it all - my big nipples and all, if you want."
"Ohhhh, mom . . ." was all Bobby could get out as his breathing became
ragged and his excitement rose at the thought of his mother showing him
her bare tits.
"Well . . .? Do you want to?"
"God, mom, yes . . ."
"Yes, what, dear? Tell me what. Tell me what you want to see. I want to
hear you say it, Bobby."
Hesitantly Bobby said, "Please, mom, let me see your breasts. I want to
see your bare tits with their big nipples."
"That's right," Norma whispered as she began to unbutton her blouse.
"That's what I'm going to do - right now. I'm going to show you my
breasts." When the blouse was undone she pulled it out of the waist of
her slacks, shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall backwards into
the tub.
"And what are you going to do? Tell me what you're going to do while you
look at my bare tits, Bobby."
Bobby then went almost catatonic as his mother reached behind her to
unclasp her bra. His eyes bugged out as the back of the bra fell open,
but his mother kept the bra against her bosom with one of her forearms
saying, "Come on, Bobby, tell me what you're going to do while you look
at my tits - or I won't show them to you."
Bobby was so excited at this point that he could hardly talk. He was
almost goggle-eyed as he stared across at his mother's bosom, but he
managed to get out, "Uh, well - I'm going to jack off, mom. I'm going to
masturbate while I look at your beautiful tits."
"And are you going to cum, dear?"
"Oh yes, ma'am. Yes - I'm going to cum."
"That's just what I wanted to hear, Bobby. I want you to cum. I
want you to cum real hard while you look at my tits and nipples,"
Norma said as she then suddenly let her arm drop and the bra fell
away from her chest exposing her two magnificent breasts to her
son'e gaze. Bobby just sat and stared at his mother. Her tits were
even more beautiful than they appeared in the photographs. They
stuck straight out and now Bobby could see that the deep dark brown
areolae had a pebbled textured and the nipples themselves were
longer than they appeared in the pictures.
"Nice, huh, Bobby?" his mother said teasingly. "Doesn't the sight of my
bare tits and nipples really make you want to jack your cock?"
Bobby couldn't seem to move. He was mesmerized as he sat, his one hand
holding his rock hard prick in a near death grip.
He didn't actually need to move, though, because when his mother said,
"My nipples get even longer and fatter when I play with them," and
reached both hands up and began to pull, twist and tug at the already
turgid nipples, Bobby had a spontaneous orgasm right on the spot.
His rigid cock began to spew out jet after jet of thick white jism,
the first couple of spurts traversing the short space between them
and landing on his mother's thighs, soaking into the fabric of her slacks.
"Ohhh, Bobby, yessss!" Norma purred, "yes - oh, shoot out all that lovely
cum, son. That's right, jack your cock, honey. Make it spurt! Jack it
off for me, dear!"
Hearing his mother's exhortations, Bobby then began to frig himself
violently causing his cock to renew its spasms sending even more thick
cum spewing forth covering his hand and his own thighs.
As the orgasm began to lessen, Bobby's mother reached over with her hand
and gently stroked her son's face and said, "That was really great. That
must have been one of the best orgasms you've ever had. Now why don't
you clean yourself up and let's have dinner. We can talk some more about
this as we eat.
Norma then quickly gathered her blouse and bra and gently disengaged
the pictures from Bobby's grip and departed the bathroom as he just
lay back against the toilet seat, eyes scrunched closed, recovering
and considering what just happened and what might happen in the
future.


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Part 2
Norma's Story

After his mother had gone, Bobby sat motionless on the toilet, head
thrown back, his eyes closed and his entire being reeling from the
experience. First, having suffered the humiliation of being caught
masturbating by his mother, but then having his mother boldly
encourage him to do it in front of her while she looked on not
three feet away and even took off her blouse and bra and let him
look at her bare breasts and huge dark nipples while he did it. He
still couldn't believe that he had actually had an orgasm right in
front of his own mother as she watched; he really did jack off
while she watched and had the most powerful cum of his life as she
goaded him on by talking sexy and even playing with her enormous
nipples. It amazed him that she appeared to not only enjoy the
experience, but actually seemed to be turned on by it. It was just
totally incredible and beyond comprehension to his young mind.
Finally he roused himself, got cleaned up and went to his room where he
dropped exhausted onto his bed and immediately fell into a deep,
dreamless sleep. He awoke sometime later hearing his mother calling him
to dinner. When he looked at the clock it showed right at six oclock.
He'd been asleep for two whole hours! And then the memory of his
experience came thundering back to him and he wondered whether he could
go down and face his mother over the dinner table. As the memory washed
over him he began to feel a mixture of shame, guilt and embarrassment at
what had happened. But he also felt a growing sense of erotic excitement as
the vision of his mother sitting across from him on the edge of the bathtub,
watching him intently as he had frigged his rigid cock while she fondled
her own breasts flooded before his mind's eye. It was like a dream, but
so intense that he didn't doubt for a second that it had really happened.
Summoning up all his courage he left his bedroom and headed downstairs
not knowing what to expect from his mother but also excited at the
same time.. When he reached the dining room, dinner was already on
the table and he immediately saw with a sense of disappointment
that his father was seated at the table. Then his mother came in
from the kitchen carrying a hot plate of vegetables and she looked
at him. "Maybe I did dream all this," he thought to himself. Norma
smiled gently at Bobby as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever
happened. It was a warm smile, but nothing unusual and it made him
begin to doubt his sanity. He thought she ought to at least give
some hint of what had passed between them but no, there was no sign
that things had changed.
They ate dinner just like always. Following dinner Bobby helped his
mother with the dishes, but she still gave no clue of anything different.
As it worked out, the weekend was taken up with a number of different
activities and he never got any time alone with his mother. On his
Saturday night date with his more-or-less steady girlfriend, Ariel,
he was distracted to the point that she mentioned that he seemed
preoccupied and asked what the matter was. When he replied rather
shortly that there wasn't anything wrong, she stated that she was
a bit surprised that he wasn't his usual agressive self and wondered
whether something in their relationship had changed. It was true
though; after his experience with his mother, he couldn't imagine
doing anything with Ariel - even if she consented, fat chance! -
which would come anywhere close to approximating the feelings he
had right then for his mother.
Bobby had slept well that Friday night, but beginning on Saturday
he developed a state of hypersexual arousal that no amount of
masturbation could relieve. During the day he had had to bring
himself off three times as he relived the previous afternoon's
experience. During his date all he could think of was his mother.
When the work week began on Monday things had not changed. He still
thought constantly of Norma and what had happened and began to
wonder if it would ever develop any further. He sure wanted it to,
but his mother gave no indication whatsoever of acknowledging the
past event and nothing further seemed imminent. He couldn't get
out of his mind that at one point his mother had seemed particularly
turned on while watching him play with himself and had even told
him that she too masturbated and had promised (did she actually
promise??) that maybe one day she would let him watch her do it.
Or was it really just a dream after all. Each time he came he
fantasized what it would be like to squirt all that cum onto his
mother's tits. He wondered if the time would ever come when she
would let him sperm all over her breasts that way. And each time
following his orgasm he would be overcome with shame at what his
mind conjured up and vow to forget the whole matter (his mother
seemed to have done so) and to never again jack off while thinking
about her. It was no use, of course. In only a matter of hours he
was back at it again and again and again.
At one point during the middle of the week he had taken out his
sex magazines, but as he leafed through one of them he noticed that
they no longer held the appeal they had had in the past. The lifeless
pictures just didn't seem to do a thing for him anymore. What he
really wanted, desired, was another encounter with his mother. He
wanted it badly, but felt that if it were going to happen it would
have to be initiated by her. He just didn't have the nerve to bring
up the subject. Nor did he have the opportunity then.
When Friday rolled around again, he returned home from school hoping
to find his mother alone. Today there had been basketball practice
and it wasn't until four oclock that he got home, but, to his
immense disappointment, she wasn't there. He had hoped beyond hope
that they could take up where they had left off the previous week.
Deflated, he went to his room when the phone rang. He raced to
the phone in the hallway hoping it was Norma, but it wasn't. It
was Ariel instead wanting to know what time he was coming over for
their date that evening.
Meanwhile, Norma had spent the entire week mulling over the incident
with her son. Originally, she had meant only to discuss the issue
of sex with him since his father would have not part of it. She
simply had wanted to find out where he was and reasure him. But
something had happened when she accidentally and untintentionally
caught him masturbating that had awoken something deep and long-hidden
inside her. When she had opened the door to the bathroom she had
been caught unawares and she was immediately astonished at the size
of her son's erect penis. She hadn't imagined that it could be so
big. That was the beginning for her.
A couple of seconds later when the surprise had passed it dawned
on her that her son was right in the middle of a masturbation
session and, feeling guilty for having interrupted, she backed
away. Even today, she couldn't figure out what came over her as
she started down the hall away from the bathroom, but she felt the
time was right to have that discussion with Bobby. When she reentered
the bathroom and began talking to him and looking at him she was
overcome with a lust she hadn't felt in years. She could only
surmise that it must have lain dormant for ages, probably since
her college days when she had been very sexually active - with both
men and women.
As she had sat down on the edge of the tub and looked over at her
son the thing she most wanted at that moment was to see him cum.
She had an overpowering desire to watch him jack his oh-so-large
penis to an orgasm; she could feel her whole cunt begin to swell
with her rising arousal at the thought. So she embarked on the
mission of saying and doing whatever was necessary to get that
accomplished. As the discussion progressed and he seemed reluctant,
naturally, to comply with her desires she wondered if it were within
her power to excite him to the point where he would be compliant.
It hadn't occured to her just then that he might find her sexually
arousing, but she knew that she possessed a single physical attribute
that had made all of her previous sex partners mad with lust; and
that was her fantastic nipples.
So she steered the conversation in that direction, trying to get
him to talk about what turned him on. It was gratifying when he
admitted that breasts were the major focus of his libido and that
although she couldn't compare in the overall size department she
was sure that he would be adequately aroused by her huge dark
nipples. When by chance he admitted to having fantasized about her
while masturbating she knew it was all over but for the shooting.
It was fortuitous that he had that girlie magazine there. It was
a natural lead-in that occured to her spontaneously. She was up
and gone like a shot to get the pictures that her next door neighbor
and best friend Caroline had taken of her some time back. The reaction
she expected was forthcoming when she finally let him look at the
pictures of her. She knew then by the lust written all over his
face and his swollen cock that he was hooked. At that point she
was inflamed herself and was just barely holding herself in check.
There was no doubt in her mind that she could never allow the
situation to go so far between them that they wound up fucking,
but she felt somewhat less guilty in the knowledge that maybe it
would be OK for both of them to get off if there weren't any actual
contact between them. She wanted badly to get the situation to the
point where it would seem logical for her to masturbate herself
right there along with him. She even hinted at it by telling him
that she too masturbated and that she might just let him watch her
jack off sometime. "Wow, did I really say that to him," she thought.
But luck just wasn't with her. Deep down inside, she wanted to
exhibit herself to Bobby, to have him admire her body and thereby
confirm her desirability. Because of this she went the extra step
and instead of just allowing him to look at the pictures of her
she had offered to bare her breasts for him right there to look at
while he jacked off. It would then seem just natural if she took
off the rest of her clothes which would allow her to begin masturbating
herself, as she so badly wanted to do, without the situation seeming
contrived. Sadly enough the sight of her naked tits was just too
much for Bobby and he had blown his magnificent load almost
immediately; the sensory overload had just been too much for his
young mind.
At that point some sense of sanity had intruded upon her and she realized
that the situation was at a good breaking point. She knew, too, that she
needed to consider very carefully where she was going, what she really
wanted and what the risks were. So she broke the situation off right then
feeling that it would be no problem to resume it when the time was right.
Nonetheless, she was very aware of the squishy feeling between her
legs as she departed the bathroom and headed for her bedroom. The
temptation was great to just fling herself on the bed and jerk her hot
throbbing cunt to an intense orgasm. But she decided to wait. For
what, she wasn't sure, but she just wanted to wait.
Now for the problem of her husband. Jake was an asshole and for
whatever reason she felt absolutely no guilt where he was concerned.
He liked having his continuing affairs with the girls at the office
and on the road; he spent about half his working time on the road
servicing accounts (and probably a lot more, for that matter). For
the last few years their sex life had been non-existent because
his diddling on the outside left little room for her. As this
developed she had considered initiating her own affairs, but decided
it might just make what was a tolerable situation intolerable. No
sense in ruining what was otherwise a very decent life. Instead,
she confided in her best friend from next door, Caroline (who was
having her own marital problems), and was very pleasantly surprised
to discover something that she hadn't had even an inkling of. The
mutual sharing eventually led to the disclosure on Caroline's part
that she had, for a long time now, had a very strong desire for
Norma, but hadn't revealed it for fear of losing her friendship.
Norma then shocked her with her own recounting of the numerous
lesbian affairs she had had in college and made it very clear to
Caroline that she was more than willing have sex with her if that is
what she desired.
It was the best of all possible worlds. They were both blissful as
they sat naked side by side later that afternoon sipping cocktails
following a long drawn out session of mutual deep tongue kissing, nipple
sucking and frenching each others cunts to a number of orgasms.
Norma was indeed delighted at Caroline's obvious obsession with her
big nipples and loved hearing her say over and over, "God, Norma, I
can't believe how big your nipples are, they're so fucking sexy! I just
can't get enough of them!" They both agreed that everyone was coming
out a winner. Norma wouldn't have to start something with another
man which might destroy her marriage. Caroline was now realizing a
longtime fantasy about her close neighbor and Jake would be left
in peace to do his thing.
From then on, Norma made herself available to Caroline for her pleasure
at regular intervals when their mutual situations allowed. This was usually
once or twice a month and the experiences were always gratifying.
Caroline was a skilled lover and never left Norma unsatisfied. If it continued
this way forever Norma would be perfectly happy.
At one point when Norma was going to take a vacation for a few
days, Caroline had expressed that she would miss Norma terribly.
Somehow the idea came about that they would take some photos of
Norma - just for fun - so that she would have something to masturbate
to while Norma was gone. And they did it one evening in Norma's
bedroom while both their husbands and families where off somewhere
else. It had been great fun, especially since it was the first time
that Norma had ever had an experience masturbating with a large
dildo stuck firmly up her hungry cunt. When they developed
the photos they both had a set of prints; they even turned Norma
on so much that she had once masturbated while looking at the
pictures of herself!
On Wednesday following that fateful Friday afternoon, Norma had
become so horny that she was almost beside herself. She needed to
come badly just to relieve the incredible tension that built up
fantasizing about her son, but for some unknown reason she just
didn't want to jerk herself off. She was tempted to throw caution
to the winds and just get her son by himself and do whatever she
wanted. But common sense prevailed and instead she went next door
to see her friend Caroline, much to the other woman's delight. The
sex between the women that evening was short (out of necessity lest
they arouse suspicions) but intense. Caroline couldn't believe the
ardor with which Norma tongued her off while simultaneously finger
fucking her asshole with one hand and masturbating herself with
the other, all at the same time. In the mellow come-down following
their simultaneous orgasm Norma had been sorely tempted to tell
Caroline all about Bobby and ask her advice, but she restrained
herself..
But this was a different deal now, her being involved with Bobby.
She didn't much care whether Jake found out about Caroline or not;
she could always counter that with his own indiscretions. He might
not take so kindly, however, to having his son being sexually
involved with his mother. So she would have to find a way to keep
this whole thing secret. In so doing she might have overreacted
and became over cautious to the point of torturing her son. She
was well aware of this, but felt the caution was justified. She
promised herself that she would talk to Bobby the first real chance she got.
And she wondered how her son was taking all of this after a week's
time. She had a good idea that it was constantly on his mind because
he was always looking at her and giving her these long soulful looks
which she couldn't return.
But she would make it right for him at the first opportunity. The
phone call from Jake this Friday afternoon telling her there was
an emergency meeting this weekend at the New York headquarters
(yeah, sure!) was just such an opportunity. That meant he wouldn't
be home all weekend and there would be plenty of chance for her
and Bobby to discuss what had happened and whatever . . .


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Part 3
The Phone Call

Friday afternoon rolled around again: one week to the day following
the incident with his mother and Bobby was sitting home alone trying
to figure out how to approach her. He was dying for another encounter,
but fearful of pushing the issue because he didn't want to spoil
the possibility that it could happen again. His girlfriend, Ariel,
had just called and he had committed, at her insisting and against
his wishes, to a double date for the evening. That would mean that
they would probably go to a movie and then get something to eat
afterwards. Another couple along meant that he wouldn't even get
any time alone with Ariel, even if he wanted to be alone with her
- at the present time his focus was solely on his mother. Not a
chance of getting home before eleven oclock either. It wouldn't matter
anyway, he thought, because his father would be there. He wasn't
looking forward to another long weekend of being at home with his
mother while having his father always hanging around.
As he sat at his desk trying to do some homework the phone rang.
When he picked it up his heart skipped a beat. It was his
mother. She asked what his plans were for the evening and when he
told her, it sounded to him like he had just stuck a knife in a car
tire. Gosh, she really sounds disappointed. Maybe she's thinking
about me the way I'm thinking about her. She then dropped the big
bomb: dad's going to be out of town the whole weekend. Bobby
immediately suggested that he could call up Ariel and cancel his date,
but Norma told him not to. She said that it's important for him to
maintain contact with his friends and they sure didn't want any of
them thinking anything was wrong. He reluctantly agreed. She then
told him cryptically that they will have all weekend to be together
and the sound of her voice saying that makes Bobby lightheaded.
All through getting cleaned up for his date and the date itself, the only
thing he could think of was Norma. He couldn't wait to get home, no matter
how late it was. And when he finally did get home at 11:30, he discovered a
note from his mother saying that she had to stay overnight and babysit
for his aunt while she and her husband attended an out-of town banquet,
but that she would be home tomorrow. That was it, although she did sign
the note, "Love, your mother." That's the way she signed all her notes to
him, but now it took on special meaning. Well, he would just have to be
patient and wait so he headed upstairs to go to bed.
Once in his bedroom he turned on the bedstand lamp and got out of
his clothes. Reaching under the pillow for his pajamas where he
normally kept them he felt something strange. Lifting the
pillow he discovered what looked like a frilly black piece of cloth,
a single business envelope and a tube of K-Y jelly all wrapped up
in his pajamas. Picking up the cloth object by one corner he was
stunned to find that it looked like one of his mother's bras and he
couldn't figure out how it got there of all places. Just the look and
feel of it brought back the vision of his mother sitting on the edge of
the bathtub across from him, topless, while he masturbated.. He pulled
the bra right up to his face and he can faintly smell his mother's perfume
on it. Suddenly he feels the tension in his groin at the thought of his
mother's beautiful breasts encased in the flimsy bra and he considers the
combination of the bra and the tube of lubricant. His mother must have
left it there when she came home earlier in the evening. In his
excitement he almost forgot about the envelope which he not picked up.
It wasn't sealed, but he still had trouble getting the flap open and the
contents out because his hands were trembling so badly.
What was inside caused his cock to harden to maximum in an instant.
Wrapped in a sheet of note paper was another picture of his mother,
one he hadn't seen before, but obviously from the same series that
she had let him look at previously. This one was a sideways shot
of her as she sat on the edge of the bed with one foot on the floor
and one foot on the bed with her legs bent at the knee. The same
black dildo was protruding from her cunt, but this time both hands
were cupped under her breasts, holding them out, seeming to offer
them to him as she stared lustfully at him from the photo. Bobby
was once more amazed at the size of the areolae and nipples on his
mother's small breasts. In the dirty magazines all of the nipples
in the pictures were either tan or pink in color, but the color of
his mother's nipples was almost black matching her hair and adding
to her aura of uniqueness. And they were so long and thick. It made
his cock jump just to look at them.
He was so taken by the combination of the picture, the jelly, and
the bra that he almost disregarded the piece of stationery the
picture was wrapped in until out of the corner of his eye he noticed
it had writing on it. Reading it now caused him even further
excitement. It was from his mother and read:

Dearest Bobby,
I'm so sorry that we haven't had a chance to talk since
last Friday. It's my fault. I've wanted so badly to discuss
with you what happened. Please don't think I have been
avoiding you but I feel that this must be kept very discreet
as I'm sure you're aware. Since your father will be gone
for the entire weekend we will have plenty of time then.
I know you've probably been thinking about this a lot and
I haven't intentionally wished to make you suffer alone.
I'm sorry too that I wasn't able to be here tonight so I
hope the little surprise I've left you will keep you happy
until we can see each other tomorrow.
If my guess is right, you're probably thinking a lot about
the promise I made you. I've been thinking a lot about it
too. I fully intend to keep my word and go through with
it. Just please be patient - the time will come - soon.
About my little surprise. I know when you see what I left
it will be pretty evident what I intend for you to do. I
don't want you to suffer through the night thinking about
me. I'm going to be thinking about you too. But before you
do anything (you know what I mean) I want you to wait for
my phone call. I'll call about midnight when everything
here is quiet. Please wait, OK? Talk to you then, dear.
Love ya,
Your mother

P.S. Please, please tear this note up as soon as
you've read it and flush it down the toilet. I
would just die if it ever fell into the wrong
hands.

Bobby couldn't believe it. He was beside himself with joy. His mother
hadn't forgotten him after all.
Although excited, Bobby was level headed enough to take heed of his
mother's warning about destroying her note. He wanted to save it and
savor it, but he knew that might be dangerous. Therefore, he reread it
again and again and then headed for the bathroom where he ripped it to
pieces and dropped it into the toilet. He flushed twice just to make sure
it was completely gone and then went to his mother's room to fetch her
cordless phone; he wanted to be in his own room when she called.
No sooner had he returned to the room than the phone rang. Looking
quickly at the his bedside clock he saw that it was exactly midnight.
With trembling hand he activated the ringing handset and muttered,
"Hello!"
"Hi, Bobby. Everything OK?" his mother asked cheerfully.
"Sure, mom. everything's fine."
"Did you get the surprise I left for you?"
"Uh, you mean the uh, the stuff under my pillow."
"That's right, dear. The K-Y jelly and the envelope with the picture and
the note.? Oh yeah, and my bra?"
"Yeah, mom. I got it all."
"Did you do away with the note, I hope, like I said?" Norma inquired.
"Yes, ma'am, I did."
Sensing that maybe something wasn't quite right Norma asked, "Are you by
yourself, Bobby? You sound strange."
"Yeah, mom. There's nobody here but me."
"Did you lock all the doors after you came in? Are you sure you're OK?"
"All the doors are locked. I guess I sound strange because I'm really
nervous, mom."
"I understand son. Tell me, are you naked right now? If not, I'd like
you to get totally undressed, OK?"
"I'm already undressed. I was going to put on my PJs when I found the
stuff."
"Uh huh. Are you hard, Bobby? Is your penis good and hard?"
The question took him by surprise following so closely on the heels of
the previous mundane dialog and he hesitated for what seemed ages.
Again, sensing her son's uneasiness Norma said, "Why don't you take a close
look at the picture I left for you and tell me what you think. By the way,
where are you right now?"
"Well, I'm in my bedroom. I got your cordless phone and I'm here sitting
on my bed." There was a pause while Bobby propped the picture up against
the base of the nightstand lamp. Then he said, "Gosh, that sure is a
great picture."
"I thought you'd like it, Bobby. But you never did answer my question:
are you hard yet?"
Somewhat embarrassed, Bobby started to answer, "Uh . . ."
"What I mean, is, do you have an erection right now, dear? Do you have a
hard-on from thinking about me, about us. Does looking at that picture
of me make you aroused?"
"It's one of the sexiest pictures I've ever seen," he blurted out,
meaning every word it.
"And you're a real expert with the pictures as we both know," Norma
couldn't resist saying playfully.
"Aww, mom . . . "
"I'm sorry, darling. Just k**ding. I guess you're real sensitive about
that, huh? But it's OK. I like looking at pictures too. As a matter of
fact, I even once looked at those pictures of myself while I was jerking
off. What do you think of that?"
"You did?" Bobby asked, incredulously.
"Uh huh, I did. Really. Sometimes when I do it I look at myself in the
mirror. I guess that sounds kind of perverted, but I do. I get excited
watching myself masturbate now and then. Haven't you ever looked at
yourself in the mirror while you jacked off? Try it sometime."
Feeling a little guilty because he'd already had that experience and had
enjoyed it he nonetheless said, "Yeah, I've done that before."
"You have?" Norma said, surprised. "Well - then you know what I mean.
Maybe one of these days you'll let me watch you do it while you're
looking at yourself, huh?"
"I'd rather look at you any day, mom."
"Well, anyway. What do you think of the picture?"
"Like I said, it sure is neat."
"What do you like best about it?" Norma's voice was getting husky and that
was having a further effect on Bobby as he became aware of how hard his
erection was. "Do you like the way my breasts look?"
"Sure I do," he answered. "They're the most beautiful I've ever seen. I
can't believe how big and long your nipples are - and how dark they are.
I've never seen anything like them before."
"Good, I'm glad they turn you on. But you still haven't told me yet; is
your penis hard?"
Bobby was now losing some of his shyness as his mother continued speaking
such a sexy manner and he answered, "Yeah, mom, it's hard alright."
"How hard is it, darling? Is it as hard as my nipples in the picture?"
"God, it's really hard - harder than it's ever been before. And
it's sticking straight out. Just like your nipples."
Bobby could now faintly make out that his mother's voice was a little
breathy as she said, "Dear, why don't you put some of the K-Y jelly on
your prick. Go ahead and do it - I'll wait."
"OK." Bobby set the phone down on the bed and fumbled with the tube
of jelly until he had gotten a big gob of it smoothed all over his
cock. He then picked up the phone again and said, "I'm back.."
"Uh huh. OK. Are you rubbing yourself, dear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. I'm rubbing myself, too. And it feels really good. Does it feel
good for you?"
"You mean you're doing it, too? You're, uh . . . "
"Yes, darling. I'm masturbating right now as I'm talking to you. I'm
really turned on thinking about you sitting there on your bed pumping
your hand up and down your slick cock. I can just imagine the expression
on your face. Why don't you look at my picture, if you're not doing so,
and tell me if there's anything else you like about it."
"Well, I, uh, I like your legs a whole lot. I think they're really sexy."
"God, Bobby. Just think about this - what I'm doing to myself right
now. I'm now running my hand up and down the back of my leg and it
feels sooooo good. My legs are really sensitive and I just love to feel
myself up. Now I'm up at my cunt again, frigging it. Are you still
jerking yourself?"
"Yes," was all Bobby could come out with as his mind conjured up the
picture of his mother feeling up her leg. And then he remembered the
bathroom scene and said, "Mom, would you do something for me, please?"
"What is it - what would you like?" she said, her voice even more ragged
now.
"Uh, would you play with your nipples again. You know, like you
did the other day when we were in the bathroom."
"Of course I will. Just for you. Would you like to know what it feels like?"
"Uh huh."
"Well, it feels just marvelous. I'm now twisting my right nipple between
my thumb and two fingers. I'm pulling on it and rolling it around and
it's getting harder and longer. The more I tug on it the longer it gets.
It's like you getting a hard-on, but not quite as big. You really like to
look at me playing with my own tits, don't you."
"Uh huh," Bobby mumbled.
"And when I play with them it sends nerve jolts right down to my
clit. Sometimes when I'm really sensitive and haven't had an orgasm
for a while I can even make myself cum just by jacking off my
nipples."
In the heat of his passion Bobby just couldn't help himself and he asked,
"Mom, I really loved what we did last week. Do you think we can do that
again? Will you let me look at you again?"
"Yes, darling, I will. I want it to. I've been thinking about that all
week and hoping it would happen soon. I want you to know that I get
tremendously excited watching you jerk yourself off. I love to see your
hard penis squirt. There's nothing else like that in the world, dear."
"Mom . . . ?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Can I ask you something else?"
"Sure . . . what is it?"
"Uh . . . oh gosh, I don't know how to say this . . . "
"Well - just ask dear."
"Well, I . . . uh . . . would it be OK if . . . uh, sometime when we're. . .
uh, doing it . . . if I . . . would you let me . . . would you let me
squirt off on your tits?"
There - he said it. He'd been thinking about sperming her tits all
week long and the answer he got back was not what he feared, but
what he had hoped his mother would say: "Ohhhh, Bobby. I'd love to
have you cum on my breasts. I'd just love to watch all that jism
squirt out of your lovely hard prick onto my tits. Of course you can."
Bobby was so excited now that he couldn't hold back and he almost
shouted, "God, mommmmm - I'm gonna cum - right now!"
"Me too, lover. Here I cum. Oh, christ, here it cums. It's cumming,
darling. Oh, god, I'm cumming all over my hand."
"Jeez, mom. Me too. It's squirting all over the place. Ooops, I even got
some in my face. Ohhhhh."
Both Bobby and his mother continued to frig themselves through their
climax not saying anything but listening to each others labored
breathing.When it was finally over Norma was the first to speak.
"You still there, Bobby?"
"Yeah, mom. I'm still here. How 'bout you?" And they both laughed.
"OK, dear. I want you to go to bed now and rest up for tomorrow. I'll be
home sometime in the morning. As quick as I can get there. Sweet dreams,
darling."
"Bye, mom."


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Part 4

Norma declined the invitation to stay for breakfast and visit with
her sister. She was anxious to get home to see her son. Rather than
having satisfied her lust, the previous evening's phone call and
subsequent sex play had only inflamed her that much more.
It was eight oclock as she pulled in the driveway and she hoped Bobby
was still asleep so she could get cleaned up and make herself attractive for
him. As she entered the house and went to hang up her coat she heard him
moving around in the kitchen and was a little disappointed. She then
called out, "Hi, Bobby, it's me - I'm home."
"Hi, mom," she heard him call back.
As she entered the kitchen she saw her son sitting at the table eating
toast in nothing but his undershorts. Walking by him toward the coffee
pot she tossled his hair and said, "Hi, sport. You OK this morning?"
"Yeah, sure, mom." was all he said and he seemed a bit shy or
embarrassed. That would be natural, she thought. After all, how
many people her son's age had ever engaged in phone sex with their
own mother?
Norma got a cup of coffee and then went and sat down at the table with
Bobby, but didn't say anything. She waited instead for him to strike up
a conversation. When he remained silent and wouldn't look at her she
finally decided to break the deadlock.
"Are you OK, Bobby? Do you feel OK?"
"Sure. I'm fine."
"Then what's the matter. You're acting as if I'm not even here."
After a short pause he said, "Well, I guess I'm just a little
embarrassed about last night."
"Does that mean you don't want to look at me or talk to me anymore?"
"Oh, mom, no. It's just that - well, you know."
"No, Bobby, I don't know. Tell me. Remember, I'm your mother."
"Uh huh. That's part of the problem, I think."
Norma didn't say anything so Bobby blundered on, "I mean, you're
my mom and I know that what we did isn't supposed to happen between
a mother and son."
Gently Norma leaned forward and laid her hand on Bobby's bare arm
saying, "Yeah, I know. And I understand your feelings. I have that same
problem myself so can we at least talk about it?"
"Sure, I guess."
"Would you like to just stop doing it, dear. That is, do you think we
should just quit and pretend like nothing ever happened. I'd be willing
to do that if that's what you really want."
"Aw, gee, mom. I can't stop thinking about you. You'd think after last
night I could at least get some sleep, but I woke up dreaming about you."
"And were you excited?"
"Yes."
"And did you do it again. Did you jack off again?"
"That's the hard part. I felt so bad and just wanted to forget it
all, but I was - you know - hard again."
"Uh huh. And what did you do."
"Well, I decided I'd wait for you to get home. And the worst part is, I
hoped it would happen again."
"Does that mean you want to do it some more?"
Bobby lowered his head and folded his hands in his lap and muttered,
"Uh huh."
"Look at me, darling." When Bobby moved his head and looked into
his mother's eyes he became so filled with lust and love that it
almost took his breath away. "I know that what we've done isn't
exactly, uh, right, Norma continued on, but I'm willing to go on
doing it if we can both agree to a couple very simple rules."
"Rules?" Bobby asked
"Right. I think everything will be OK if we agree to two things,
actually. First, there should never be any touching. We should never
touch each other. Everything will be alright if we just watch one
another, I think."
When she hesitated, trying to gauge her son's reaction he asked, "And ...
the second thing?"
"I feel it would be best if we limited stuff to once a week. And only
when your father's away. Would that be OK with you?"
"Sure, I understand that. But does that mean that we can just watch and
that's all?"
"Yes. I don't think we should get involved any further than that, dear.
It might lead to consequences neither one of us wants."
Bobby stayed thoughtfully silent, but she could read the disappointment
clearly written all over his features. The frown on his face told the
whole story and it tugged at her emotions because she felt a strong
sense of frustration herself with the conditions she had just laid down.
Finally Bobby looked up and said resignedly, "I'll do whatever you want,
mom. You've always known best and I sure don't want anything to happen
to you."
"That's so sweet of you, darling. All in all, I think it's best for us
both. We'll see, though, won't we. Now - how are you feeling just right
now?"
"OK. I can accept that."
"No - that's not what I mean. I've been thinking about you all night and all
the way home in the car from your Aunt's." Bobby now caught the sudden
shift in his mother's tone, but asked anyway, "What do you mean, mom?"
"I mean, that I'm really horny, Bobby. And if we weren't in this
situation I would simply go upstairs and frig myself off. But since
you're here, would you like to discuss the promise I made you last week
and again last night?"
Bobby's interest picked up immediately and he said, "What's to discuss?"
Seeing his eagerness, Norma said, "Whoa, young stud - not so fast. I want
to talk about this first, if it's alright with you."
"Uh, OK."
"Tell me now what you think I promised you."
"Well, last week you kinda promised me that sometime or other that you'd
let me watch you do it."
Norma was rapidly becoming excited again as she could see the results of
her offer causing Bobby's shorts to begin tenting out and wanting to use
the conversation to further stimulate herself as a sort of verbal
foreplay she decided to milk it for all it was worth.
"Watch me do what, Bobby?"
"You know, mom. You said you'd let me watch you masturbate," he said
impatiently.
"Uh huh. And . . ."
"And what?" It was tough trying to get her son into her little verbal
game. It was plain that he just wanted to get on with it. But Norma was
not going to let him have control of the situation.
"And . . . I want to know if you still want to do that. Do you still
want to watch me jerk off?"
"Of course I do!"
"And when do you want us to do this."
"Why not right now?"
"Well, I'd need to get cleaned up first."
"That's OK. I'll wait."
"Now, how would you like this to happen. Tell me."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, would you like me to get dressed up for you?"
"You mean you're going to do it with your clothes on?" Bobby suddenly
sounded let down.
"No, silly. I mean, would you like me to dress up the way I was in those
pictures?"
"No shit!" Bobby exclaimed. "Ooops, sorry mom, didn't mean to swear like
that."
Ignoring his little outburst Norma continued, "Would you like to
see me the way I was when I was doing it then. In the half bra and
garter belt and stockings and heels - you know, like some of the
women in your magazines? Would you like to see me dressed like a
slut?" The tone and sound of her own voice was now turning Norma on.
"Oh wow! That would be great. You mean, I'd actually get to see you live
just like you were in those pictures??"
"Sure. If that's what you want?" Norma said playfully. "Is that what you
want, Bobby?"
Suddenly Bobby began to catch on and said, "I'd really like that,
mom. I'd just love to see you all dressed up in those sexy things.
You'll look great that way. And it'll even be better to watch you
do things to yourself when you're all dressed up. Wow!"
Now she knew she had him. "And what kind of things would you like
to watch me do to myself, Bobby," she asked huskily.
When Norma looked down she saw that Bobby's shorts were stretched out in
front meaning he probably had a full hard-on. "Is the thought of looking
at your mother while she masturbates turning you on, dear?" she asked
coyly as she nodded her head toward his crotch.
"Kind of obvious, isn't it," Bobby replied and blushed.
"Come on, Bobby, tell me what you'd like me to do for you while you
watch. Don't be shy."
"Well, whatever you want, I guess."
"What's the thing you want to see me do most to myself? What do you
fantasize about most?"
"Uh, OK, do you think you could do it with that thing in you? You know . . ."
"You mean with the dildo?"
"Yeah, with the dildo. I'd love to see that live."
"Well, I hate to disappoint you, but that wasn't mine and I don't