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Authors name: Anonymous NixPixer 1994
Story title : Friday Afternoon - Part 5 of 6
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Friday Afternoon - 5 (mother/son, inc, ped)
by Anon NixPixer 1993
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Following the dramatic events of Saturday morning both
Bobby and his mother had been so exhausted that they
slept until late afternoon. Norma was the first up and
made them a beautiful dinner in the middle of which
Jake, father and husband, unexpectedly showed up. It
seems that everything had been settled and he was back
home again. That put a crimp on mother and son's plans
for the rest of the weekend. Actually from that point;
for some time.
There didn't seem to be a spare moment when they were
both home together that something didn't get in the way
of their getting together again. From time to time they
would give each other long knowing soulful looks, but
that was all that passed between them. For his part,
Bobby was so hyper that he had to masturbate three and
four times a day just to keep the tension down and to
allow him to think of other things besides his mother.
Each time he did it he replayed the events from that
Saturday morning when his mother had put on a
masturbation display he still found difficult to believe
happened. Now matter how often he jacked off, the moment
he began fantasizing about his mother bent over in front
of him with clothespins on her long nipples, that huge
cucumber stuck up her cunt while she frantically finger
fucked her own asshole he came almost immediately.
As a result of that incident, Norma had a constant
reminder for days afterward because her nipples were
extremely sore from having been clamped with the
clothespins. No matter what kind of clothes she wore she
was always subconsciously aware of the tenderness in her
breasts. When the acute soreness began to fade, however,
she sought to re-intensify the feeling by wearing rough
materials without a bra, which she didn't really need,
so that it would rub her nipples.
Like her son Bobby, she too masturbated frequently, more
than she was used to in the past. And she also
fantasized about their second time together. Her vision
of the incident differed, however, in that she
concentrated on the sight of her son sitting on the very
edge of the bed, hands tied behind his back with his
enormous hard penis jerking untouched in the air as it
shot spurt after spurt of thick jism, some of it landing
on her.
She had never before seen a man cum without some sort of
tactile stimulation and knowing that she alone had
aroused her son to such a point was something she would
never forget.
Norma was entranced with her son's penis. To her it was
the iconized focal point of all her lust and passion. It
baffled her that given her sexual experience she should
have become so obsessed with just this one organ, but
she was and she just accepted the fact and gave in to
it. The only regret she had was that she had forbade any
physical contact between her and her son; they had both
agreed to it and she was determined to hold to it for
the sake of both of them.
She knew her son was in agony, but she couldn't help him
without putting their situation in jeopardy. She felt
the same pangs of frustration herself, she was sure.
They would just both have to wait until opportunity
presented itself and not get foolhardy. He was young and
restless and probably innocently unaware of the tragedy
which could befall them at any turn so she took it upon
herself to be strong and control the situation.
Two weeks had passed without incident or opportunity
until, on Friday afternoon Norma got home from work and
got a phone call from the office pleading with her to
drive the twenty miles to Charleston and pick up some
badly needed documents at their branch office there.
Jake, her husband, was already home and just lounging
around - god, she could kill the bastard - and Bobby was
downstairs in the den watching television. He had
probably hoped, as she had, that they would be able to
use this time to be together.
She reluctantly agreed, therefore, to make the trip and
was set to go out the door when the idea occurred to
her. She turned and went upstairs to the den. Walking in
she said, "Hi, sport. Wanna take a ride?"
"Hi, mom. Where to?"
"Oh, I just have to run over to Charleston and pick up
some papers for work. Won't take long. Just thought you
might like to ride along."
Bobby considered this for a couple of seconds and then
said, "Sure. Why not." Grabbing his jacket he headed
upstairs behind his mother. As they climbed the steep
stairs Bobby's eyes were right level with his mother's
legs just a couple of feet in front of him. Just then he
would have given anything to be able to reach out and
feel them up, to bury his face in their fullness and
kiss them and lick them with his tongue. It gave him an
almost instant hard-on which he surreptitiously had to
adjust as they reached the top of the stairs.
It was a pleasant late afternoon drive on the back roads
to Charleston and Norma enjoyed the ride through
alternating farm fields and woods. She was painfully
aware, however, that Bobby was not looking at the
wonderful fall scenery; his eyes were glued to her legs
as she drove. The above the knee skirt she had worn that
day had ridden up on her thighs giving her son a pretty
good eyeful.
Watching the constantly curving road, she couldn't look
over at him long enough to see whether he had a hard-on
or not, but she was pretty sure that he did. Neither
wanted to bring up the topic which was foremost on their
minds, especially with the thought of another weekend at
home with Jake around and no way to get together.
About half way there a straight stretch of road came up
and Norma now took the chance to take a long look at her
son. When she looked over her suspicions were confirmed.
He was looking straight down at her legs and they had a
glazed look about them. Then she dropped her eyes to his
crotch and saw that instead of just a hard-on he had his
hand in his pocket and was obviously playing with
himself. She was so surprised that she almost ran the
car off the road, but managed to keep it straight.
"For god's sake, Bobby! If you have to do it, then go
ahead and do it, but don't try and hide it."
"Uh, do what, mom?" he asked, surprised as he looked up.
"You know damn well what," Norma said almost angrily.
"Do you think I was born yesterday?!"
"I'm sorry, mom," he answered contritely, "I really am.
It's just that I'm so turned on and I didn't think you
would notice."
Her own frustration was coming out as anger toward her
son and she knew it and didn't like it. Attempting to
smooth things over she said, "I know. I'm sorry I
snapped at you. I guess I'm just a little jealous about
what you're doing and can't do it myself. And I'm really
pissed off that it's been 2 weeks now and there's still
no hope in sight. I'll try to be more patient, OK?"
"Gee, mom, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you,
honest."
"No, no, it's OK - really. If you want to masturbate,
why don't you unzip your pants and take it out and do
it." She picked up her purse and handed it toward him
saying, "Look in here. There's some Kleenex. That way,
when you cum you won't make a mess of your clothes."
Without saying anything Bobby took the preferred purse
and rummaged around coming up with the tissues which he
set on the seat with the purse. Then he proceeded to
unzip his pants and reached his hand in and with some
difficulty finally managed to work his large erection
through his underwear and out his fly. Hesitating he
asked, "Are you sure this is OK, mom?"
"Of course it is, darling. I understand. But you'd
better hurry or we'll be to Charleston before you get a
chance to cum."
Bobby hesitated and then said, "Maybe I ought to wait,
then. If I wait, will you let me do it on the way back?"
"Sure, if that's what you want. Maybe that's best
anyway."
"OK, I'll wait then." And he pulled his pants over his
cock and tucked it back in as best he could.
"Have you been jacking off a lot, Bobby?" Norma asked,
once again taking her son by surprise with the frankness
of her speech.
"Uh, yeah, I have, I guess," he answered in a low voice.
"More than once a day?"
"Yeah. Sometimes three and four times."
"Jesus, that's a lot isn't it?"
"I've gotta do it, mom, otherwise I go nuts cause I get
so horny I can't think of anything else and can't get
anything done. Especially my schoolwork."
Just then they came to the city limits. As they entered
the outskirts of town, Norma spotted an old seedy motel
and for one crazy moment considered just renting a room
for a couple of hours and throwing caution to the wind.
But the urge passed as quickly as it came and she drove
on finally arriving at the business. She went in and got
the papers and was back in the car in a jiffy and they
were again headed back home.
No sooner were they clear of the town than Norma said,
"OK Bobby, if you want to do it, go ahead."
Bobby reached into his pants again and had an easier
time of getting his cock out this time because he was
now only half hard even though he noticed that his
mother had made sure that when she got in the car her
skirt was all the way up on her thighs to where he could
make out the swell of her pubis under her pantyhose.
"My legs don't turn you on anymore," Norma mock pouted
when she noticed his condition.
"No. It's not that. I was just thinking that I have to
play a game tonight and maybe I shouldn't do it. The
coach said that sex was bad for us 24 hours before a
game."
Norma didn't know what to say to that, but she didn't
want to let this opportunity go to waste. Thinking fast
she reached up with one hand and opened her suit coat
wide. Then she began unbuttoning her blouse. When it was
open she then took the front clasp of her bra in her
fingers and pushed it together until it too was open. As
she pulled each cup of the bra to the side and exposed
her breasts to her son's view the draft from the half
open car windows created a chill on her and her nipples
became instantly erect.
Bobby's eyes took this all in and his cock sprang to
life again.
Norma glanced quickly over at him and seeing her actions
had the desired result she remarked, "That ought to
help, huh?"
"Oh, god, mom," Bobby moaned as his hand went to his
stiff cock and he began to jack it.
"Does it feel good, Bobby? Does it, huh?" she asked in a
sultry voice. And before he could answer she went on, "I
just love to watch you play with yourself. I haven't had
a chance to really tell you how much I enjoyed our
little session last time. Did you like it too?"
"I can't talk, mom. The sight of those hard nipples and
your big beautiful legs is... oh shit, here it comes!!
Ohhhh... unghhhh!!" and Bobby's cock once more let loose
a torrent of semen which flew all over the place. When
the spasms passed he just flopped back against the door
and closed his eyes.
To Norma's disappointment she had missed most of the
action but she was aware of one thing. "Uh, dear, you
forgot to use the Kleenex."
"Oh hell, I'm sorry," he rejoined and roused himself out
of his post orgasmic lethargy. He picked up the Kleenex
and starting haphazardly swiping at the tracks he'd
left. When he got all he could see he then cleaned
himself off and was about to ditch the soaked tissue out
the car window when his mother said, "No, don't do that.
That's littering. Here, give it to me."
"But it soaking wet, mom," Bobby protested.
"It's OK. Just give it to me."
He gently laid the cum soaked Kleenex in his mother's
outstretched hand. To his amazement, she took the tissue
and began to rub her full lips with it, leaving a
viscous outer coating of his come over her lipstick
after which she proceeded to snake her tongue out and
lick it off. She then put the tissue once more to her
mouth and began to suck on it and said, "Hmmmmmm, you
taste really good, darling." It may have been a mistake
she thought, but she just couldn't help herself.
Bobby continued to stare in disbelief at what his mother
had done and it had such a stunningly erotic effect on
him that he began to get hard again. But then he noticed
his mother trying to get herself straightened up as they
were getting close to home so he tucked himself back in
and zipped his pants. Seeing Norma was having a hard
time driving and dressing he offered his help.
Norma said, "Sure, I'd appreciate it if you could get me
buttoned up - that is, without copping a feel. Think you
can do that, sport?"
"I'll try," he said, as he moved closer to her.
"The bra clasps in the front, OK. That's it, just hook
it together. Good. Now just button my blouse."
Bobby was indeed tempted to try and touch his mother. He
was so close to her that he could smell her excitement
mixed in with her perfume. He could even feel her breath
and the heat from her exposed skin on his hands and
face, but his senses told him it was best to abide by
her wishes.
No sooner had he gotten her blouse buttoned than they
turned the corner leading down to their house.
Continued in part 6...
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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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