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Archive name: friday2.txt (mother/son, FF, inc, ped)
Authors name: Anonymous NixPixer 1993
Story title : Friday Afternoon - Part 2 of 6

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Friday Afternoon - 2 (mother/son, FF, inc, ped)
by Anon NixPixer 1993

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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 mom as she watched; he 
really did jack off while she watched and had the most 
powerful orgasm 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 
o'clock. 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 aggressive 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 
o'clock 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 no part of it. She simply had wanted 
to find out where he was and reassure him. But something 
had happened when she accidentally and unintentionally 
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. Always seeking something 
different.

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 body 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 occurred 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 occurred 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 to have sex with 
her if that was 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 other's 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 
that 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 that 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...

Continued in part 3...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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