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Archive name: friday3.txt (mother/son, inc, ped)
Authors name: Anonymous NixPixer 1993
Story title : Friday Afternoon - Part 3 of 6

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Friday Afternoon - 3 (mother/son, FF, inc, ped)
by Anon NixPixer 1993

***

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 o'clock 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 would have all weekend to be together and the sound 
of her voice saying that made 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 baby-sit 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 bed stand 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 could faintly smell his 
mother's perfume on it. Suddenly he felt the tension in 
his groin at the thought of his mother's beautiful 
breasts encased in the flimsy bra and he considered 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 had 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 the 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 kidding. 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 other's 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."

Continued in part 4...

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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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