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Subject: Friday Afternoon 1-6 (mother/son,teen,cons)
Date: Tue, 17 Sep 1996 05:37:37 -0400
From: "Col.Brewster" <Macvsog@cris.com>
Organization: Concentric Internet Services
To: macvsog@cris.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.incest
I did not write this story!
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STORY: 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.
Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 2 (mother/son, teen, cons.)
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Friday Afternoon - Part 2
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 . . .
Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 3 (mother/son, teen, cons.)
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Friday Afternoon - Part 3
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 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 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."
End - Part 3
Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 4 (mother/son, teen, cons.)
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Friday Afternoon - 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 have one. But wait," Norma acted as if a sudden thought just
came to her. "I think there's a cucumber in the refrigerator I
could use. Except it'd be awfully cold."
"A cucmber?! Holy cow! You'd put a cucumber in you?" Bobby
exclaimed amazed.
"Sure. I've jacked off before with lots of things in me besides
cucumbers."
He couldn't believe his ears. His own mother admitting to such
lewd behavior. It was the sexiest thing Bobby had ever experienced
and made him want to grab his hard prick right then and there but
he refrained.
"I know," Norma mused, "While I'm upstairs getting ready you can
get the cucumber out and warm it up with your hands for me. Would
you do that?"
"Sure I would. Oh mom."
"You're really getting hot now, aren't you, Bobby?"
"Uh huh." he answered looking into her eyes. Norma was very
excited herself and decided to cut off the blabber and get on with
it.
"Well, I've got lots planned Bobby, but why don't I go get
ready. You wait here and warm up the kuke for 15 minutes while I
change. It's now nine oclock. You wait until 9:15 and then come on
upstairs, OK?. I'll be in my bedroom and you can just come right
in."
So saying, Norma rose and headed upstairs while Bobby turned in
his chair and opened the refrigerator door. Rummaging around in the
vegetable bin at the bottom he actually found two cucumbers; one
was considerably larger than the other and he decided devilishly to
take the bigger one. Eyeing it, he couldn't imagine how his mother
was going to get the thing into her cunt because of its size. He
then proceded to start warming it in his hands as she had asked,
rubbing it up and down and twisting his two hands around it. God,
how he wished he had one that big, he thought. He was so aroused
now that he considered just doing it right then, but decided it'd
be better to wait until he could watch his mother. Then they'd do
it together, only face-to-face instead of over the phone like last
night.
Bobby waited impatiently for the fifteen minutes to pass, each
minute seeming like an hour. When it was time he jumped up and
almost ran to the stairs. Once upstairs he slowed down and walked
to his mother's bedroom where the door was closed. He knew she said
he could just walk right in, but he'd never done that before and
knocked softly out of habit.
He heard his mother's sexy voice say, "It's open dear, you can
come in," as if from a long way off. When he entered the room she
was nowhere in sight, but he could smell her perfume. Then he heard
her say from her walk-in closet, "Did you bring it with you,
Bobby?"
"Yes ma'am, I did."
"Good, just lay it on the nightstand by the bed."
He put the cucumber down and sat down on the edge of the bed
facing away from the closet. After about a minute he saw out of the
corner of his eye his mother walking around in front of him. The
sight was not what he expected at all. Instead of the sensual
picture he had imagained, he saw his mother completely covered from
head to toe in her long plaited bathrob. The only thing showing was
her head with its long wavy black hair cascading down her back and
her hands with their long slender fingers and bright red painted
nails. Still it was kind of enticing wondering what was underneath
the robe even though he'd seen the pictures. But this was going to
be different he thought.
Suddenly his mother came to stand in front of him and looking
down at him said, "Now - before we get started, remember, you have
to abide by our agreement, OK?"
"Oh, sure mom. I agree . . ."
"And just to be sure that you're not even tempted, I need you to
cooperate in one little thing, OK."
"Yeah, sure. What is it?" he asked quizically.
"I want you to stand up, turn around and put your hands behind
you."
"You mean like this," Bobby said, as he complied with her
instructions.
Norma said, "Right." And reached into her robe pocket producing
a man's necktie with which she promptly began to bind Bobby's
wrists tightly behind his back.
Surprised and not knowing what his mother was up to he asked,
"What are you doing. How come you're tying me up, mom?"
"Just want to make sure you can't act on any temptations you
might have, dear," Norma replied smoothly, finishing the job.
"Aw, come on, mom," Bobby said, feeling disappointed and
wondering how this was going to work out with his hands bound
behind him. "How am I going to get to do it myself, tied up like
this?" He sounded to Norma a little worried now.
"You're not, darling," Norma replied in a bitchy tone of voice.
"I promised you that you could watch me. But I didn't say anything
about you doing it at the same time, now did I?"
"Well, no I guess you didn't. But that's not fair." he
complained.
"All's fair in love, war and sex, dear son," Norma replied.
"Don't worry, everything's going to work out. Trust me, OK?"
"OK, I guess."
"I just want your undivided attention while I put on this show
for you and I don't want you breaking it up by doing anything else.
When I'm finished, then we'll see . . ." and she let the sentence
trail off.
She then told her son to turn around again and to sit on the
edge of the bed. As he turned around he noticed that his mother's
back was to him and he lowered himself down still looking at her
robe-clothed back.
Suddenly the entire robe fell to the floor revealing his
mother's back to his gaze. Norma didn't move except to cock one leg
up so that she was standing with her hands on her hips in a sexy
pose with her ass thrust enticingly toward his face. Bobby was
dumbfounded. The view of his mother from the back was stunning. He
could see even from this point that she was dressed exactly as she
had been in the pictures. Now, however, he could see her bare ass
up close and revelled in how beautifully big and well shaped it
was. And, oh, those long, full legs encased in sexy nylons. God, he
just wanted to reach out and run his hands up and down his mother's
big legs.
Still Norma hadn't said a word, just knowing that her son was
feasting his eyes on her backside and deciding to let him get a
good look at her from that angle. Finally, she said, "Like what you
see, Bobby?"
"Oh, god yes, mom. You're beautiful."
"Am I sexy too, dear?" she asked teasingly.
"You know you are, don't you, mom?"
"Want to see more, do you?"
"Oh yes, please. Turn around, please," Bobby pleaded.
Slowly Norma revolved until she was halfway around and then
stopped giving her son a side view of her. Now she looked down at
her son with the most sexually smoldering expression on her face
that he had ever seen. Compared to his mother, the women he had
seen in magazines all appeared to be pretentious. She was the
sexiest thing alive. And she WAS alive and this was real and
actually happening. His cock throbbed so hard now that it actually
began to hurt.
"How's this, dear," Norma queried, noticing that Bobby hadn't
yet taken his eyes from hers. "Don't you want to look at my tits?"
Bobby's eyes dropped to her bosom where he took in her small
breasts with the amazingly long dark nipples. They were held up and
out by the partial-cupped bra which left her nipples and most of
the areolae exposed; the areolae being so large that a portion of
their lower half was hidden by the bra cup. After a moment, his
gaze fell down to her legs which to him were almost as exciting as
her tits.
"Do my tits still turn you on, Bobby? Do they?"
"Yes, ma'am. The nipples are so big and sexy," he said, aware
that this expression was fast becoming a litany, but not being able
to help himself.
Hearing this Norma almost asked him if he liked them badly
enough to want to suck on them, but then remembered the rules she
had laid down and caught herself. It wouldn't be fair to him to
taunt him that way, she felt, even though she would love to have
him suck on her nipples. God, in the condition she was in right now
she would probably cum on the spot the minute his lips and tongue
touched them.
Then she turned to face him full on and his eyes went
immediately to the junction of her thighs where he spied what had
previously only really been hinted at. His mother had a large crop
of black pubic hair which entirely covered her cuntal area with a
small arrow-like trail leading almost up to her navel. As he
continued to look at her crotch he noticed all of a sudden a
trickle of moisture starting to run down her right thigh. Before
even thinking about it he looked up and said, "Uh, mom, do you need
to take a pee? You're getting wet down there. It's OK - I'll wait."
"Oh my god, Bobby," Norma exclaimed, surprised at her son's
naivete, "no son, I don't need to pee. What you're seeing is a
result of the excitement I'm feeling. When women get excited they
excrete fluid." She was then going to further his education by
explaining to him that the purpose of the fluid was to facilitate
fucking, but again, that would raise the spector of more than they
agreed upon and she didn't think it would be fair to him. Thus she
remained silent and just let him wonder.
After letting him silently stare at her for what seemed ages
Norma finally said, "Shall I get started, dear?"
"Uh, gee, whatever mom," he answered, still in awe at the sight
of his mother dressed like a wanton slut.
Norma then moved to the wall and retrieved the ottoman there and
pulled it over and positioned in about three feet directly in front
of where Bobby was sitting and sat down facing him. "I want you to
stand up for a minute," she said.
Bobby arose with difficulty, his hands being bound behind him.
When he finally got up, Norma reached up with both hands and slowly
lowered his undershorts down over his hips, pulling the front way
out and over his massive erection which was now sticking straight
out not more than a couple of inches from her lips. For a second
she considered just giving in and almost opened her mouth to take
his cock, but again restrained herself. Suddenly the undershorts
were down around his ankles and his mother ordered him to again sit
which he did.
"Spread your legs wide apart, Bobby. I want to see that
magnificent hard penis of yours. God, it's so big!" As she looked
at it, she could see that it would twitch and throb every second or
so and wondered whether Bobby was on the verge of cumming.
Looking up at him finally and seeing that she had his attention
she put the forefinger of her right hand in her mouth and began to
suck on it. Getting her finger good and wet she then cupped her
right breast in her left hand and squeezed the areola, making the
nipple jut out. Then she began to stroke the nipple, inundating it
with her saliva covered finger.
"This is how I usually start out masturbating, Bobby. I get
myself good and hot by playing with my tits and nipples. They're so
sensitive," she moaned and she continued fondling her breasts while
her son gawked at her.
"Then, when my pussy is good and wet I still play with my nipple
and start to stroke my cunt lips." Now Norma put action to her
words and released her breast and lowered her left hand to her
groin and insert two fingers in the massive dark jungle. As Bobby
looked down he could now make out through her pubic hair two
plainly swollen lips, shiny and pink. Nested between them and
protruding downward was what appeared to be a very small but
distinct penis-like projection. But his mother didn't touch that
part of her, running her fingers all around it and finally diving
one finger up and inside her fuck canal. When she withdrew it,
Bobby could see that the finger was coated with a clear slimy
liquid which she then used to coat her clit.
Still fingering her nipple she now began in earnest to stroke
the area around her clit in a slow but steady circular motion,
saying, "God, that feels so good. Can't take much more of that
though. I'll cum in a second." So she stopped.
Bobby was disappointed until he saw Norma lean toward the
nightstand and retrieve the cucumber. Holy shit! her thought to
himself, she's actually going to use it. And she doesn't even look
scared?
Norma then stood up and moved to the side of the ottoman and
said, "Now for the main event, huh." She put one high-heeled foot
on the ottoman and spread her cunt lips apart with her fingers.
With the cucumber in the other hand she moved the tip to the
entrance to her cunt and started to twirl it. Then while still
twirling it she began to slowly push it in and Bobby was
flabbergasted to see it start to disappear into her. And she didn't
even cry out, but just started to moan real loud. He couldn't
believe it.
Bobby watched in total awe as his mother slowly worked the
cucumber into her twat, twisting and turning, slowly in and out,
bit by bit until almost the whole thing was up inside her.
"Are you enjoying this," she asked, not looking at him. "Does it
arouse you to watch your mother fuck herself with this big fat
cucumber?"
All Bobby could do was grunt, "Uhhhh."
Without sitting down, Norma turned and looked at her son and
said, "Now for an added attraction," and she reached over and
opened the drawer of the nightstand and reached inside. When she
withdrew her hand Bobby could see her holding two plain ordinary
clothespins and wondered for the life of him what she was going to
do with them. Then she sat down again on the ottoman facing him
with the cucumber still firmly embedded in her cunt.
"I can see from your expression that your wondering about these
clothespins. Well - the sensations aroused in my nipples and cunt
by having them clamped on my nipples is absolutely exquisite, let
me tell you. And since we're going all out today for your pleasure
I've decided to give you the whole show."
Norma took a clothespin in one hand and spread the jaws open.
Then with her other hand she pulled one of her nipples straight out
and affixed the clothespin directly over it and let it close. The
look on her face was almost one of agony and Bobby started to get
a little concerned until she said, "Oh god, that hurts so good."
Then she did the same with the other clothespin to her other
nipple.
Bobby was now beside himself with lust, love and other mixed
emotions he had never before experienced. He was painfully aware of
the rigidness of his cock as it stuck up from between his thighs
and throbbed under its own volition. Acutally his whole groin was
now throbbing, not only his cock, but his stomach muscles and his
asshole as well. It felt like he was going to cum any second now
and nothing was even touching him.
Norma was aware of his state and felt she had better hurry
herself along or Bobby would blow his load before she finished.
With the cucumber in her cunt and the clothespins clamped painfully
to her nipples she once again stood up. Now she turned
three-quarters sideways to Bobby so he could see her from both
behind and part of her front. She bent over then and turning to
look at his lust crazed face said, "And now for the best part."
With one hand holding the cucumber in place she put the middle
finger of her free hand in her mouth and began to suck and lick it
while she continued to stare into her son's eyes. Bobby couldn't
believe it when she removed the finger, loaded with spit, and moved
it around behind her to the region of her ass.
"Well, want to know what's next," she panted.
Bobby could only nod his head in assent as his mother replied,
"Now I'm going to jack off my asshole, Bobby. I'm going to stick my
finger in my rectum and finger fuck my ass till I cum." And she did
just that.
No sooner had Norma gotten her finger buried in her rectum and
began to finger fuck herself than Bobby was overcome with the
blatant lust of the scene being played out before his eyes and felt
his whole body begin to spasm. Suddenly his whole body went rigid
and in disbelief his entire pubic region seized up mightily and
held the seizure for a long moment before it released and began a
rhythmic series of incredibly strong spasms, each one sending forth
a jet of white jism from his rampant cock. Some even landed on his
mother's side and hip as he continued through the orgasm, watching
his mother watching him sperm while she continued to frantically
finger fuck her anus. The combination of the clamps on her nipples,
the cucumber in her cunt, her rapidly frigging finger up her ass
and the sight of her son's spasming turgid penis sent her over the
edge as well and she entered a really strong climax.
When they were both through, Norma fell forward onto the ottoman
from exhaustion and she released the cucumber as she steadied
herself with both hands. It slid slowly from her cunt and plopped
unceremoniously onto the carpet behind her.
Bobby simply fell sideways, hands still bound behind him and
continued to stare at his panting, sweating mother as the
afterspasms of orgasm continued to course through both of them.
End of Part 4
Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 5 (mother/son, teen, cons.)
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Friday Afternoon - Part 5
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 on 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 jeapordy. 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 occured 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 proferred purse and
rummaged around coming up with the tissues which he set on the seat
with the purse. Then he proceded 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 suitcoat 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 sulty
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 and 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 proceded 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.
End of Part 5
Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 6 (mother/son, teen, cons.)
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Friday Afternoon - Part 6
As soon as they got out of the car, Bobby raced upstairs and got
changed for his basketball game that night. He was out the door not
long thereafter and probably wouldn't be back till late.
Having witnessed her son's masturbation in the car and having
subsequently gotten a good taste of his cum from the soiled kleenex
that he had used to clean up with had gotten Norma really randy. As
she sat or walked around the house she was constantly aware how
swollen her entire cunt area was and how it seemed to itch for the
services of her own finger. Something vague was holding her back,
however, and prevented her from simply locking herself in her room
or the bathroom and bringing herself off.
Having had a silent dinner with Jake, her husband, she retired
to a recliner in the basement den to watch the news. But she
couldn't concentrate and her mind kept wandering back to the sight
of her son jacking his cock while looking at her as she drove back
from Charleston. A couple of times she had almost taken a detour
down one of the many dirt farm roads leading off the two-lane, but
each time she declined to give in to the temptation feeling it
would only lead to their eventually touching each other. That was
something she was determined to avoid at all costs even though her
fantasies were filled with thoughts of getting her long slender
fingers around her son's big prick. And not only her fingers. She
wanted to devour him. The thought of Bobby's big cock filling her
mouth and throat brought to mind how much she wanted to have
contact with him. Contact with someone. She needed to have sex with
someone she could at least touch. Jake was going out to see Bobby's
ballgame, as usual, but maybe Caroline was home. She went to the
phone on the wall and called next door.
Caroline was glad to hear from her. And yes, she'd love to
visit, but not before eight when Brad, her husband, was leaving
with Jake to go to the same ball game. Norma said she would be over
as soon as she heard Brad's car pull out of the driveway.
Hoping that Caroline would be in the mood for some hanky-panky,
as she called it, Norma went upstairs to clean up and she was next
door as soon as Brad and Jake were gone. It didn't take long before
both of them were hunkered down on the sofa drinking white wine in
front of a nice blaze in the fireplace. In a matter of minutes
Norma found herself for the second time that day with her blouse
open and her bra undone as she sat on the edge of the sofa. This
time Caroline was kneeling between her wide-spread legs and sucking
on one of her nipples; she seemed to be just as horny as Norma.
Enjoying the sensations of Caroline's lips and tongue working on
her erect nipple, Norma's mind began to fantasize what it would be
like to have Bobby sucking her breast and she was suddenly overcome
with a need to confide her troublesome situation with her best
friend. Reaching down with both hands she grabbed Caroline on
either side of her head and pulled her away from her breast. She
then bent her own head and gave the startled woman a deep tongue
kiss which she broke off almost as soon as it got started saying,
"Sorry, love, but I've got to talk about something."
A worried expression crossed Caroline's features as she replied,
"I hope it's nothing serious. Are you in some sort of trouble? Did
I do something?"
Norma leaned back into the cushions while pulling her blouse
closed in front of her and said, "No. It's not you. It's me. I must
be crazy." And she hesitated, trying to figure out a way to explain
what was going on between her and Bobby.
Seeing what looked to Caroline like reluctance she quickly put
it, "Come on, Norma, we've never had any secrets before. What is
it?"
"Well . . ." and there was another long pause before she
launched on breathlessly, "I'm not sure how to say this, but Bobby
and I are having an affair - of sorts."
"You're what!?" Caroline flubbered. "With your own son?!"
"Uh huh. With my own son. I know - it's wrong, it's even
illegal. It's perverted, it's dirty, it's lecherous, it's filthy,
it's nasty and lewd and I just love it. I can't help myself."
"Holy shit, Norma! How did this all happen. And what do you mean
by `an affair of sorts'?"
"Well, I haven't exactly fucked him, but . . ." and Norma
launched into the whole story while Caroline sat and listened
without interrupting.
Thirty minutes later Norma finished the tale and sat back
exhausted and feeling a little bit relieved that she had finally
been able to share her secret with someone she could trust.
There was a couple of moments of silence which Caroline finally
broke by saying, "Wow. You sure have a lot of will power. I'd have
been fucking his brains out from the git-go. Anyway, I'm glad you
told me. You just really needed to get this out, didn't you. And
don't worry, I won't tell a soul, honest. Your secret's safe with
me."
"Thanks - I needed to hear that, I guess," Norma replied,
relieved.
"Yeah, well. Now I know why you've been avoiding me these last
few weeks. And I don't blame you. Tell you what!"
"What?" Norma asked.
"I've got an idea how you're feeling, especially after what you
said happened just this afternoon. You must really be uptight. What
I want you to do is settle back here while I do you, OK." When
Norma started to protest Caroline said, "No! Now just listen to me.
I know what you need so just do what I say, OK? So just settle back
and enjoy this and don't worry about me. In fact, just close your
eyes and think about Bobby while I do this to you, OK."
Norma just nodded her head and slouched down while Caroline
reopened her blouse. Leaning down next to her, Caroline began once
more to manipulate Norma's tumescent nipple with her lips and
tongue while she reached under her skirt and began to fondle her
large hard clit between thumb and forefinger. With her other hand
she reached into her own slacks and began to masturbate herself. It
wasn't even a minute before Norma's cunt drenched her best friend's
hand with girl cum as her body shook with each wave of her orgasm.
When the spasms passed, Norma just lay back and looked over at her
friend and watched as Caroline finished herself off.
"Wow, that was short and sweet," Caroline said as she withdrew
her hand from her waistband. "Wanna talk some more?"
"Not really. I'm super tired. I just want to go to sleep."
"Yeah, I understand. I'll bet you are worn out. Go on, go home
and get some rest. We can talk later."
Norma leaned forwards and kissed Caroline lovingly and said,
"Thanks for listening. You're a dear." Pulling herself together she
was out the door in a flash and sound asleep the minute she hit the
bed.
Two weeks passed and it was another long dry spell for Bobby and
Norma. Still remaining super cautious both acted as normal as
possible and trudged on day after day hoping for a break. None came
along. Norma did visit a couple of times with Caroline, but neither
one seemed in the mood for sex so they just wound up talking. Norma
was now of the opinion that maybe it would be best if they just
stopped the whole business, but neither she nor Caroline could come
up with a strategy that wouldn't be devastating to Bobby. The only
thing they thought they could hope for was that Ariel or one of his
other girlfriends would grab his attention - or maybe something
else - and divert his interests and sexual energy in that
direction. Otherwise they were stumped.
When the two weeks had rolled by and it was Friday again there
didn't look like a thing they could do. Bobby had a ballgame at
Oakmore the next evening and it was decided that Jake and Norma
would drive the hundred miles to see the big game. Even though Brad
couldn't make it, Caroline wanted to go as well. After the game
they could all get together with Bobby and go to this swell pizza
place in Oakmore for a late supper. Bobby could then ride home with
them instead of taking the team bus back. That would save his dad
the trouble of having to pick him up at the high school so late
that night.
Southfield played a magnificent game that evening and Bobby was
the star. Flushed with victory he, his parents and Caroline had
pizza at Gino's Pizzaria. During the meal Bobby sensed something
strange at the table. At first he couldn't put his finger on it and
figured maybe he was getting "signals" from his mom, but when he
started to pay attention to this he noticed that she didn't act out
of character at all. She spent a lot of time talking to Caroline
and him and virtually ignored his dad which was par for the course
and nothing unusual. After some time he began to notice that Mrs.
Bishop seemed to be giving him what he thought were wierd looks. It
was difficult to divine, but she seemed to look at him differently
although he couldn't quite explain it to himself. And each time he
looked over at her he noticed that she would look him directly in
the eye as if no one else were at the table and she never broke
contact; he was always the first one to look away. After awhile it
got almost embarrassing and he simply quit looking at her
altogether.
Caroline Bishop had been their next door neighbor and Bobby's
mom's best friend for just about as far back as he could remember.
She was a blond woman of medium build except that she had large
breasts. She was cute in a "pixyish" sort of way which didn't
especially appeal to Bobby, but she was always nice to him and paid
him well for cutting her grass and doing odd chores now and then.
To him, Caroline was just one of those sort of neutral people in
his life; she was just there, neither liked or disliked. So why all
of a sudden after all these years would she being acting funny like
this? Or was he just imagining things. Bobby thought he was
probably just very tired and hung over from the excitement of the
ball game. He finally decided it was he and chalked the whole
business up to his imagination.
Getting in the car for the two-hour drive back to Southfield it
worked out that his mother sat up front while his dad drove. That
put him and Caroline in the back seat together. After just a few
minutes his mother said something to him which he didn't hear. When
she finally got his attention he said, "Sorry, mom. I guess I just
dozed off for a second."
Caroline jumped in immediately with, "We know you're tired, hon.
You've had a big night. Why don't you just lie down here and go to
sleep." Scootching all the way over to the left of the seat up
against the door she patted her lap and said, "Come on, you can
rest your head in my lap and sleep till we get home."
Not one to argue, especially now being so tired, Bobby turned
and lay back, adjusting his frame as best he could to the confines
of the seat with his head resting on Caroline's soft skirt clad
thighs and staring at the dark roof.
"Comfy, dear?" Caroline solicited.
"Uh huh," Bobby purred as he dropped almost immediately into
that half conscious state most people enter when riding in cars. He
felt Caroline stroke the top of his head a couple of times and then
he was out.
The next thing Bobby remembered upon waking was the gentle
motion of the automobile moving down the highway which had lulled
him to sleep. As he opened his eyes he noticed it was still dark
and that his head was still in Caroline's lap. Moving his eyes to
the right a bit and looking up he was startled to see one large
bare breast capped with a puffy pink nipple vaguely visible in the
low light jutting out between the folds of Mrs. Bishop's unbuttoned
blouse and jacket. Then he looked up further directly into Mrs.
Bishop's lust filled eyes. Just as he was about to exclaim his
surprise, she gently clamped her right hand over his mouth and
gently shook her head back and forth. Confused and not knowing what
to do he just lay unmoving.
Very, very slowly Caroline began to lift the palm of her hand
from Bobby's mouth. When it was completely off she began to slowly
trace the outline of Bobby's lips using the lightest of touches
with just the tip of her finger while maintaining a firm lock on
his eyes with her own. When she had circled his lips twice and
come to the center of his mouth she began to incrementally apply
pressure with her finger until his lips began to part and she could
feel his teeth and their slight overbit. Bobby wouldn't open up
just yet so she started moving the finger around on his teeth and
gums and he got the idea. She snaked her finger between his teeth
and finding his tongue she started to gently toy with it.
Caroline could see from the cornered animal look in his eyes
that Bobby was frightened, but that quickly disappeared as he
closed his lips around her finger and began to suck on it. Soon her
finger and his tongue were involved in a pleasant duel inside his
mouth, but it didn't last as long as either would have liked. When
her finger was good and wet she removed it and brought it to her
bare breast where she applied the spit to her nipple which began to
shrivel into erection before Bobby's eyes. Using her other arm to
support the back of Bobby's head, she began to apply a slow upward
pressure and it only took a second for him to figure out what she
wanted. Giving in to the pressure as she brought his head up
slightly, he opened his mouth and glued it right over the center of
her large puffy pink areola and began to suck.
This caused an involuntary, but slight gasp to escape Caroline's
lips. The sound didn't go unnoticed by Norma up front in the
passenger seat talking softly to her husband so as to keep him
awake while he drove. Sensing the nature of the what she heard
coming from behind her she refrained from jerking her head around;
she felt this was something she didn't want to draw Jake's
attention to and she was right. When she did finally glance into
the back seat she almost became unhinged and it was with the
greatest effort of her will that she managed to remain outwardly
calm and unruffled.
She let a few moments pass and then turned again, this time for
a longer look just to verify what she thought she saw the first
time in the dim light. Nothing had changed. There was her son
curled up with his head in Caroline's lap. And there sat Caroline
with her jacket open and her blouse undone and one of her big tits
hanging out of her bra cup. And Bobby was sucking one her nipple.
What a scene! Goddamn her!
Norma was filled with an instant rage and anger at what she felt
was betrayal by her best friend. How dare she do this? she thought.
But she also knew that to do anything at the moment with Jake right
there was to risk giving away the entire situation. She was struck
powerless and she knew it and it made her even madder that she knew
Caroline knew it.
With all the enmity she could muster she moved her eyes up to
Caroline's and found the other woman staring right back at her with
an equally serious expression on her face. They held this emotion
filled tableau an eon until Caroline had the gall to wink. That
broke the ice and Norma couldn't help but to emit a low throated
chuckle. Hearing that her husband queried, "What's so funny?"
Norma just shook her head and said, "Oh nothing. Just something
that came to mind." After all, what else could she say?
A quick take of the situation on Norma's part revealed to her
that she wasn't about to try and break up the backseat lustfest. On
the contrary, there was a part of her that wanted it to continue;
she was getting turned on by the thought of her son sucking on her
best friend's nipple. If she couldn't get into it she was damn well
going to watch them so she shifted her position putting herself
half turned in the seat and up against the car door. This way she
could plainly see everything that was going on in back.
As she became increasingly aroused Norma still retained a part
of her earlier resentment at Caroline's brash behavior until she
realized with a start that she was actually jealous; she wanted it
to be she who was in back with Bobby, having him suck her breast.
In order to have an excuse to be constantly looking back, Norma
began an inane conversation with Caroline, rattling on in a steady
stream about some dumb subject or another. The initial sound of his
mother's voice startled and frightened Bobby and he jerked his head
around to look up over the seat at her. But she wouldn't look down
at him or acknowledge him in any way; she just kept rattling on
about some church social or other. Caroline took his head and
pulled it back against her bosom and he resumed sucking her breast.
As Norma chatted on and Bobby continued to nurse, Caroline
reached down with her right hand and began to lightly rub Bobby's
side, all the time working her hand lower and lower until it was
directly over his crotch. Here, she found exactly what she had
hoped - a huge lump of muscle straining the fabric of his pants.
She began to rub the lump in a circular motion with the palm of her
hand until she had located its exact form and position and she
couldn't believe the size of it. Having done so, she didn't linger
long. She very cautiously began to unzip the fly on Bobby's pants.
When she had it down she found the opening in his shorts and
inserted her hand inside, grabbed his hot cock and began to wrestle
with it in an attempt to free it from its confines.
Sensing rather than feeling the upcoming groan from Bobby's
throat, she tightened the pressure of her hand on the back of his
head, mashing it into her tit and muffling the moan brought on by
the feel of her hand on his sensitive bare cockflesh. Eventually
she managed to get his massive cock loose and immediately wrapped
her hand around the hard pole and slowly began to jack it up and
down. Then she looked up at Norma and saw the lust in the other
woman's eyes. It amazed Caroline that Norma could gawk at the scene
before her, obviously enraptured by it, and continue to chatter
away as she was doing.
And indeed it wasn't easy for Norma to carry on this mostly one
sided conversation as she took in the scene of her best friend
having her breast sucked by her son while he was being masturbated
by her. Her own crotch was throbbing in sympathy and she would have
given anything to have been able to dive over the seat and join
them.
Before the thought was even completed she saw her son stiffen,
let out a slight groan and then saw his cock erupt a long stream of
white cream onto the sleeve of Caroline's leather jacket. Caroline
continued to milk Bobby's hard penis which continued to squirt
come. When it appeared that he was finished, Caroline quickly said
in a clear voice, "Ahem, uh, Norma - do you happen to have a
kleenex with you. I think I've got something in my eye."
Norma smiled inwardly to herself as she dug a kleenex out of the
purse on the seat beside her and handed it back. Caroline took it
and proceded to clean Bobby's semen off her coat sleeve. When she
was finished, she looked up to make sure Norma was looking at her
and then proceded to bring the sopping tissue to her mouth where
she ran it around her lips a couple of times, coating them and
making them gleam, before beginning to noiselessly suck on it. The
irony of the situation was not lost on Norma, whose anger was once
again silently starting to flare at the obvious fun Caroline was
poking at her.
When Caroline was done sucking some of Bobby's cum from the
kleenex she opened the window and threw it out then slowly licked
her lips clean with her tongue while she smiled innocently at
Norma. God, what audacity, Norma fumed. I'm going to wring her
fucking neck the first chance I get.
During all of this Bobby had been quietly moving around and
trying with a modicum of success to get himself zipped up again
without alerting his father to what had happened. He was painfully
aware of the fact that his mother had taken in the whole event, but
he sure didn't want his father to find out about it.
Caroline helped him along when she said, "Come on, big boy. Time
to get up. We're almost home. Rise and shine, now." And Bobby sat
up allowing Caroline to reinsert her breast into her bra and button
her blouse.
When the car pulled in the driveway a few minutes later they all
got out and Caroline headed immediately across the lawn to her own
front door, waving and saying, "Night, all." No way was she going
to give Norma the chance to corner her alone after what she had
pulled off tonight. And they both knew it.
Jake, Norma and Bobby trudged into the house as if nothing had
ever happened.
End of Part 6