Subject: Friday Afternoon - I (mother/son, teen, cons.)
From: an121264@anon.penet.fi
Date: Fri, 23 Dec 1994 22:56:05 UTC
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

			  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 jizm 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 incident occurred 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 areoles 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, inasmuch as now his mother was sitting
spread-legged 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 proceeded 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's 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 areoles 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
jizm, 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.

			  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 o'clock. He'd been asleep for two whole hours! And then the memory
of his experience came thundering back to him and he wondered whether
he could go down and face his mother over the dinner table. As the
memory washed over him he began to feel a mixture of shame, guilt and
embarrassment at what had happened. But he also felt a growing sense
of erotic excitement as the vision of his mother sitting across from
him on the edge of the bathtub, watching him intently as he had
frigged his rigid cock while she fondled her own breasts flooded
before his mind's eye. It was like a dream, but so intense that he
didn't doubt for a second that it had really happened.

	Summoning up all his courage he left his bedroom and headed
downstairs not knowing what to expect from his mother but also excited
at the same time. When he reached the dining room, dinner was already
on the table and he immediately saw with a sense of disappointment
that his father was seated at the table. Then his mother came in from
the kitchen carrying a hot plate of vegetables and she looked at him.
"Maybe I did dream all this," he thought to himself. Norma smiled
gently at Bobby as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened.
It was a warm smile, but nothing unusual and it made him begin to
doubt his sanity. He thought she ought to at least give some hint of
what had passed between them but no, there was no sign that things had
changed.

	They ate dinner just like always. Following dinner Bobby
helped his mother with the dishes, but she still gave no clue of
anything different.

	As it worked out, the weekend was taken up with a number of
different activities and he never got any time alone with his mother.
On his Saturday night date with his more-or-less steady girlfriend,
Ariel, he was distracted to the point that she mentioned that he
seemed preoccupied and asked what the matter was. When he replied
rather shortly that there wasn't anything wrong, she stated that she
was a bit surprised that he wasn't his usual aggressive self and
wondered whether something in their relationship had changed. It was
true though; after his experience with his mother, he couldn't imagine
doing anything with Ariel - even if she consented, fat chance! - which
would come anywhere close to approximating the feelings he had right
then for his mother.

	Bobby had slept well that Friday night, but beginning on
Saturday he developed a state of hyper-sexual arousal that no amount of
masturbation could relieve. During the day he had had to bring himself
off three times as he re-lived the previous afternoon's experience.
During his date all he could think of was his mother.

	When the work week began on Monday things had not changed. He
still thought constantly of Norma and what had happened and began to
wonder if it would ever develop any further. He sure wanted it to, but
his mother gave no indication whatsoever of acknowledging the past
event and nothing further seemed imminent. He couldn't get out of his
mind that at one point his mother had seemed particularly turned on
while watching him play with himself and had even told him that she
too masturbated and had promised (did she actually promise??) that
maybe one day she would let him watch her do it. Or was it really just
a dream after all. Each time he came he fantasized what it would be
like to squirt all that cum onto his mother's tits. He wondered if the
time would ever come when she would let him sperm all over her breasts
that way. And each time following his orgasm he would be overcome with
shame at what his mind conjured up and vow to forget the whole matter
(his mother seemed to have done so) and to never again jack off while
thinking about her. It was no use, of course. In only a matter of
hours he was back at it again and again and again.

	At one point during the middle of the week he had taken out
his sex magazines, but as he leafed through one of them he noticed
that they no longer held the appeal they had had in the past. The
lifeless pictures just didn't seem to do a thing for him anymore.
What he really wanted, desired, was another encounter with his mother.
He wanted it badly, but felt that if it were going to happen it would
have to be initiated by her. He just didn't have the nerve to bring up
the subject. Nor did he have the opportunity then.

	When Friday rolled around again, he returned home from school
hoping to find his mother alone. Today there had been basketball
practice and it wasn't until four o'clock that he got home, but, to his
immense disappointment, she wasn't there. He had hoped beyond hope
that they could take up where they had left off the previous week.
Deflated, he went to his room when the phone rang. He raced to the
phone in the hallway hoping it was Norma, but it wasn't. It was Ariel
instead wanting to know what time he was coming over for their date
that evening.

	Meanwhile, Norma had spent the entire week mulling over the
incident with her son. Originally, she had meant only to discuss the
issue of sex with him since his father would have not part of it. She
simply had wanted to find out where he was and reassure him. But
something had happened when she accidentally and unintentionally
caught him masturbating that had awoken something deep and long-hidden
inside her. When she had opened the door to the bathroom she had been
caught unawares and she was immediately astonished at the size of her
son's erect penis. She hadn't imagined that it could be so big. That
was the beginning for her.

	A couple of seconds later when the surprise had passed it
dawned on her that her son was right in the middle of a masturbation
session and, feeling guilty for having interrupted, she backed away.
Even today, she couldn't figure out what came over her as she started
down the hall away from the bathroom, but she felt the time was right
to have that discussion with Bobby. When she reentered the bathroom
and began talking to him and looking at him she was overcome with a
lust she hadn't felt in years. She could only surmise that it must
have lain dormant for ages, probably since her college days when she
had been very sexually active - with both men and women.

	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 occurred
to her just then that he might find her sexually arousing, but she
knew that she possessed a single physical attribute that had made all
of her previous sex partners mad with lust; and that was her fantastic
nipples.

	So she steered the conversation in that direction, trying to
get him to talk about what turned him on. It was gratifying when he
admitted that breasts were the major focus of his libido and that
although she couldn't compare in the overall size department she was
sure that he would be adequately aroused by her huge dark nipples.
When by chance he admitted to having fantasized about her while
masturbating she knew it was all over but for the shooting.

	It was fortuitous that he had that girlie magazine there. It
was a natural lead-in that occurred to her spontaneously. She was up
and gone like a shot to get the pictures that her next door neighbor
and best friend Caroline had taken of her some time back. The reaction
she expected was forthcoming when she finally let him look at the
pictures of her. She knew then by the lust written all over his face
and his swollen cock that he was hooked. At that point she was
inflamed herself and was just barely holding herself in check.

	There was no doubt in her mind that she could never allow the
situation to go so far between them that they wound up fucking, but
she felt somewhat less guilty in the knowledge that maybe it would be
OK for both of them to get off if there weren't any actual contact
between them. She wanted badly to get the situation to the point where
it would seem logical for her to masturbate herself right there along
with him. She even hinted at it by telling him that she too
masturbated and that she might just let him watch her jack off
sometime. "Wow, did I really say that to him," she thought.

	But luck just wasn't with her. Deep down inside, she wanted to
exhibit herself to Bobby, to have him admire her body and thereby
confirm her desirability. Because of this she went the extra step and
instead of just allowing him to look at the pictures of her she had
offered to bare her breasts for him right there to look at while he
jacked off. It would then seem just natural if she took off the rest
of her clothes which would allow her to begin masturbating herself, as
she so badly wanted to do, without the situation seeming contrived.
Sadly enough the sight of her naked tits was just too much for Bobby
and he had blown his magnificent load almost immediately; the sensory
overload had just been too much for his young mind.

	At that point some sense of sanity had intruded upon her and
she realized that the situation was at a good breaking point. She
knew, too, that she needed to consider very carefully where she was
going, what she really wanted and what the risks were. So she broke
the situation off right then feeling that it would be no problem to
resume it when the time was right.

	Nonetheless, she was very aware of the squishy feeling between
her legs as she departed the bathroom and headed for her bedroom. The
temptation was great to just fling herself on the bed and jerk her hot
throbbing cunt to an intense orgasm. But she decided to wait. For
what, she wasn't sure, but she just wanted to wait.

	Now for the problem of her husband. Jake was an asshole and
for whatever reason she felt absolutely no guilt where he was
concerned. He liked having his continuing affairs with the girls at
the office and on the road; he spent about half his working time on
the road servicing accounts (and probably a lot more, for that
matter). For the last few years their sex life had been non-existent
because his diddling on the outside left little room for her. As this
developed she had considered initiating her own affairs, but decided
it might just make what was a tolerable situation intolerable. No
sense in ruining what was otherwise a very decent life. Instead, she
confided in her best friend from next door, Caroline (who was having
her own marital problems), and was very pleasantly surprised to
discover something that she hadn't had even an inkling of. The mutual
sharing eventually led to the disclosure on Caroline's part that she
had, for a long time now, had a very strong desire for Norma, but
hadn't revealed it for fear of losing her friendship. Norma then
shocked her with her own recounting of the numerous lesbian affairs
she had had in college and made it very clear to Caroline that she was
more than willing 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 over-reacted 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...

			   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 o'clock either. It
wouldn't matter anyway, he thought, because his father would be there.
He wasn't looking forward to another long weekend of being at home
with his mother while having his father always hanging around.

	As he sat at his desk trying to do some homework the phone
rang. When he picked it up his heart skipped a beat. It was his
mother. She asked what his plans were for the evening and when he
told her, it sounded to him like he had just stuck a knife in a car
tire. Gosh, she really sounds disappointed. Maybe she's thinking
about me the way I'm thinking about her. She then dropped the big
bomb: dad's going to be out of town the whole weekend. Bobby
immediately suggested that he could call up Ariel and cancel his date,
but Norma told him not to. She said that it's important for him to
maintain contact with his friends and they sure didn't want any of
them thinking anything was wrong. He reluctantly agreed. She then told
him cryptically that they 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 areoles 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.

	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 jizm
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."

			  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 o clock 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 tousled 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 cucumber?! 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 cuke for 15 minutes while I
change. It's now nine o'clock. 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
proceeded 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
imagined, he saw his mother completely covered from head to toe in
her long plaited bathrobe. 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 quizzically.

	"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
revealed 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
areoles exposed; the areoles 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 spectre 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 areole, 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. Actually 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 jizm 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 after-spasms
of orgasm continued to course through both of them.

			  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 jizm, some
of it landing on her. She had never before seen a man cum without
some sort of tactile stimulation and knowing that she alone had
aroused her son to such a point was something she would never forget.

	Norma was entranced with her son's penis. To her it was the
iconized focal point of all her lust and passion. It baffled her that
given her sexual experience she should have become so obsessed with
just this one organ, but she was and she just accepted the fact and
gave in to it. The only regret she had was that she had forbade any
physical contact between her and her son; they had both agreed to it
and she was determined to hold to it for the sake of both of them.

	She knew her son was in agony, but she couldn't help him
without putting their situation in jeopardy. She felt the same pangs
of frustration herself, she was sure. They would just both have to
wait until opportunity presented itself and not get foolhardy. He was
young and restless and probably innocently unaware of the tragedy
which could befall them at any turn so she took it upon herself to be
strong and control the situation.

	Two weeks had passed without incident or opportunity until, on
Friday afternoon Norma got home from work and got a phone call from
the office pleading with her to drive the twenty miles to Charleston
and pick up some badly needed documents at their branch office there.
Jake, her husband, was already home and just lounging around - god,
she could kill the bastard - and Bobby was downstairs in the den
watching television. He had probably hoped, as she had, that they
would be able to use this time to be together.

	She reluctantly agreed, therefore, to make the trip and was
set to go out the door when the idea occurred to her. She turned and
went upstairs to the den. Walking in she said, "Hi, sport. Wanna take
a ride?"

	"Hi, mom. Where to?"

	"Oh, I just have to run over to Charleston and pick up some
papers for work. Won't take long. Just thought you might like to ride
along."

	Bobby considered this for a couple of seconds and then said,
"Sure. Why not." Grabbing his jacket he headed upstairs behind his
mother. As they climbed the steep stairs Bobby's eyes were right level
with his mother's legs just a couple of feet in front of him. Just
then he would have given anything to be able to reach out and feel
them up, to bury his face in their fullness and kiss them and lick
them with his tongue. It gave him an almost instant hard-on which he
surreptitiously had to adjust as they reached the top of the stairs.

	It was a pleasant late afternoon drive on the back roads to
Charleston and Norma enjoyed the ride through alternating farm fields
and woods. She was painfully aware, however, that Bobby was not
looking at the wonderful fall scenery; his eyes were glued to her legs
as she drove. The above the knee skirt she had worn that day had
ridden up on her thighs giving her son a pretty good eyeful. Watching
the constantly curving road, she couldn't look over at him long enough
to see whether he had a hard-on or not, but she was pretty sure that
he did. Neither wanted to bring up the topic which was foremost on
their minds, especially with the thought of another weekend at home
with Jake around and no way to get together.

	About half way there a straight stretch of road came up and
Norma now took the chance to take a long look at her son. When she
looked over her suspicions were confirmed. He was looking straight
down at her legs and they had a glazed look about them. Then she
dropped her eyes to his crotch and saw that instead of just a hard-on
he had his hand in his pocket and was obviously playing with himself.
She was so surprised that she almost ran the car off the road, but
managed to keep it straight.

	"For god's sake, Bobby! If you have to do it, then go ahead
and do it, but don't try and hide it."

	"Uh, do what, mom?" he asked, surprised as he looked up.

	"You know damn well what," Norma said almost angrily. "Do you
think I was born yesterday?!"

	"I'm sorry, mom," he answered contritely, "I really am. It's
just that I'm so turned on and I didn't think you would notice."

	Her own frustration was coming out as anger toward her son and
she knew it and didn't like it. Attempting to smooth things over she
said, "I know. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I guess I'm just a little
jealous about what you're doing and can't do it myself. And I'm really
pissed off that it's been 2 weeks now and there's still no hope in
sight. I'll try to be more patient, OK?"

	"Gee, mom, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you,
honest."

	"No, no, it's OK - really. If you want to masturbate, why
don't you unzip your pants and take it out and do it." She picked up
her purse and handed it toward him saying, "Look in here. There's some
kleenex. That way, when you cum you won't make a mess of your
clothes."

	Without saying anything Bobby took the proferred purse and
rummaged around coming up with the tissues which he set on the seat
with the purse. Then he proceeded to unzip his pants and reached his
hand in and with some difficulty finally managed to work his large
erection through his underwear and out his fly. Hesitating he asked,
"Are you sure this is OK, mom?"

	"Of course it is, darling. I understand. But you'd better
hurry or we'll be to Charleston before you get a chance to cum."

	Bobby hesitated and then said, "Maybe I ought to wait, then.
If I wait, will you let me do it on the way back?"

	"Sure, if that's what you want. Maybe that's best anyway."

	"OK, I'll wait then." And he pulled his pants over his cock
and tucked it back in as best he could.

	"Have you been jacking off a lot, Bobby?" Norma asked, once
again taking her son by surprise with the frankness of her speech.

	"Uh, yeah, I have, I guess," he answered in a low voice.

	"More than once a day?"

	"Yeah. Sometimes three and four times."

	"Jesus, that's a lot isn't it?"

	"I've gotta do it, mom, otherwise I go nuts cause I get so
horny I can't think of anything else and can't get anything done.
Especially my schoolwork."

	Just then they came to the city limits. As they entered the
outskirts of town, Norma spotted an old seedy motel and for one crazy
moment considered just renting a room for a couple of hours and
throwing caution to the wind. But the urge passed as quickly as it
came and she drove on finally arriving at the business. She went in
and got the papers and was back in the car in a jiffy and they were
again headed back home.

	No sooner were they clear of the town than Norma said, "OK
Bobby, if you want to do it, go ahead."

	Bobby reached into his pants again and had an easier time of
getting his cock out this time because he was now only half hard even
though he noticed that his mother had made sure that when she got in
the car her skirt was all the way up on her thighs to where he could
make out the swell of her pubis under her pantyhose.

	"My legs don't turn you on anymore," Norma mock pouted when
she noticed his condition.

	"No. It's not that. I was just thinking that I have to play a
game tonight and maybe I shouldn't do it. The coach said that sex was
bad for us 24 hours before a game."

	Norma didn't know what to say to that, but she didn't want to
let this opportunity go to waste. Thinking fast she reached up with
one hand and opened her suit coat wide. Then she began unbuttoning her
blouse. When it was open she then took the front clasp of her bra in
her fingers and pushed it together until it too was open. As she
pulled each cup of the bra to the side and exposed her breasts to her
son's view the draft from the half open car windows created a chill on
her and her nipples became instantly erect.

	Bobby's eyes took this all in and his cock sprang to life
again.

	Norma glanced quickly over at him and seeing her actions had
the desired result she remarked, "That ought to help, huh?"

	"Oh, god, mom," Bobby moaned as his hand went to his stiff
cock and he began to jack it.

	"Does it feel good, Bobby? Does it, huh?" she asked in a sultry
voice. And before he could answer she went on, "I just love to watch
you play with yourself. I haven't had a chance to really tell you how
much I enjoyed our little session last time. Did you like it too?"

	"I can't talk, mom. The sight of those hard nipples and your
big beautiful legs is... oh shit, here it comes... ohhhh... unghhhh...
" and Bobby's cock once more let loose a torrent of semen which flew
all over the place. When the spasms passed he just flopped back
against the door and closed his eyes.

	To Norma's disappointment she had missed most of the action
but she was aware of one thing. "Uh, dear, you forgot to use the
kleenex."

	"Oh hell, I'm sorry," he rejoined and roused himself out of
his post orgasmic lethargy. He picked up the kleenex and starting
haphazardly swiping 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 proceeded to snake her tongue out and
lick it off. She then put the tissue once more to her mouth and began
to suck on it and said, "Hmmmmmm, you taste really good, darling." It
may have been a mistake she thought, but she just couldn't help
herself.

	Bobby continued to stare in disbelief at what his mother had
done and it had such a stunningly erotic effect on him that he began
to get hard again. But then he noticed his mother trying to get
herself straightened up as they were getting close to home so he
tucked himself back in and zipped his pants. Seeing Norma was having a
hard time driving and dressing he offered his help.

	Norma said, "Sure, I'd appreciate it if you could get me
buttoned up - that is, without copping a feel. Think you can do that,
sport?"

	"I'll try," he said, as he moved closer to her.

	"The bra clasps in the front, OK. That's it, just hook it
together. Good. Now just button my blouse."

	Bobby was indeed tempted to try and touch his mother. He was
so close to her that he could smell her excitement mixed in with her
perfume. He could even feel her breath and the heat from her exposed
skin on his hands and face, but his senses told him it was best to
abide by her wishes.

	No sooner had he gotten her blouse buttoned than they turned
the corner leading down to their house.

Subject: Friday Afternoon - II (mother/son, teen, cons.)
From: an121264@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 26 Dec 1994 05:51:48 UTC
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

			  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 ball game, 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 blubbered. "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 ball game 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 Pizzeria. 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 weird 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 overbite. 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 areole 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 lust fest. 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 cock flesh. 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 proceeded 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
proceeded 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.

			  Friday Afternoon
				Part 7

	Bobby awoke the next morning to a puzzling sense of unreality.

	As consciousness came to him he knew something was different,
but wasn't immediately sure of what.

	Then he began to sort through the events of the previous
evening and was thunderstruck at what he thought had happened. But he
still wasn't sure; it all seemed like a dream. In fact, it had kind of
happened in a dream - of sorts.

	He remembered falling asleep in the car as it sped home only
to awaken groggily to the sight of Mrs. Bishop's bare breast jutting
out from her open blouse not an inch from his eyes. The ensuing events
now tumbled into his memory ending with them getting out of the car.
By that time he was so exhausted he just dropped his clothes on the
floor of his bedroom, hit the bed, and fell into a deep, dreamless
sleep.

	As he now looked around the room this was verified by the pile
of clothes lying on the floor by the bed. Holy shit, he said to
himself, I don't believe this really happened. And mom saw the whole
thing!

	Summoning his courage he headed downstairs and saw his father
out front talking to Brad Bishop from next door. Hoping yet fearing
that his mother was in the kitchen he headed that way, intending to
get some breakfast.

	And there she was, dressed to kill in a short skirt and
beautiful silk blouse with and apron on, cutting carrots with a big
chef's knife. As he walked by she didn't look up or say anything so he
said, "Hi, mom," but didn't hear any reply from her. Waiting a couple
of seconds he tried again with another, "Hi, mom. Good morning."

	"Don't 'hi' me you... you... you filthy, you perverted sex
maniac," she hissed, the venom in her voice sharper than the knife she
was wielding. Before he could utter a word she continued, "Do you know
what you did last night? Do you? Get out of my sight. Right now!" she
ordered in a tone of voice that would brook no argument.

	Holy shit, Bobby said to himself as he quickly exited the
kitchen and climbed the stairs back to his bedroom. Once inside he
shut the door and sat on the bed. He felt horrible. This whole
business was a mess and he didn't know what to do. As he sat on his
bed feeling helpless he heard a slight knock on the door which then
opened and his mother stepped in.

	She walked over and stood beside him as he looked up at her
with eyes beginning to well tears.

	"I'm sorry, Bobby. Truly, I am. I didn't mean to snap at you
like that - honest. I'm not mad at you. It's just that I don't think
that what happened last night was right. It was horrible what Caroline
did to you. Will you forgive me for speaking to me that way, huh? It
wasn't your fault," she said softly, putting her hand on the back of
his head. Then she leaned down and placed her soft, firm, full lips
right on his and gave him a kiss like she'd never given him before.

	"Forgive me? Please?" she said again, pulling her head away,
her eyes pleading with his.

	Bobby could feel his cock start to swell as he answered,
"Sure, mom, I'm sorry... " but he was interrupted by the loud voice of
his father from the foot of the stairs as he shouted, "Hey, what's
going on up there? Bobby, are you out of bed yet? Norma, it smells
like somethings burning in the kitchen."

	"Oh hell," Norma said, turning and hurrying from the room
leaving Bobby alone once more.

	Bobby didn't see his mother for the rest of the day. She had
gone shopping and didn't return home until late afternoon, just in
time to make dinner. And he had a date that night with Ariel.

	During the church service the next morning, Norma surprised
Bobby right in the middle of the sermon by gently taking his hand in
her gloved one and holding it until they again had to stand to sing.
Bobby's mind was going in all directions. What did it mean, he
pondered, first that kiss yesterday and now she's holding my hand?
Maybe she just feels bad about what happened the past couple of days
and for being so mean to me yesterday morning. It could also mean that
she's changed her mind and maybe now we'll get to touch each other, he
hoped beyond all hope as he looked down and her full legs beautifully
encased in nylons.

	Norma did indeed feel bad about the way she had treated her
son in the kitchen on Saturday morning and she knew the anger she was
feeling was misplaced; it should be directed at that bitch Caroline
for seducing her son in her presence. And with her husband right there
in the car with them, of all things, where she completely shut off
from interfering due to the risk of exposure. Well, she was going to
get back at Caroline for this. She didn't know how, but she was going
to do it.

	Right after she had shouted at Bobby in the kitchen she felt
so guilty that she went upstairs to apologize to him. He seemed so sad
and forlorn, sitting there on the bed. It looked like he was ready to
cry. He was so young and so naive, but oh so sexy. She couldn't help
herself as she stroked his head and tried to reassure him. And when he
looked up at her with tears in his eyes she just couldn't help
herself. She leaned down meaning to just give him a little peck on the
cheek, but somehow her mouth was drawn to his lips and she just laid
one on him. Even though it was a closed mouth kiss, just the feel of
his beautiful Roman lips on hers almost made her forget her resolve
and she was on the verge of grabbing right there. The only thing that
saved her was Jake calling about the stuff on the stove.

	It was lucky her husband had intervened or else who knows what
might have happened. Heading downstairs she knew she had almost
crossed the line and if she remained in the house today she would
probably take the first opportunity to do so. Therefore, she decided
to head over to Charleston and do some shopping, have lunch and take
in a movie she had wanted to see. Being by herself would give her time
to sort the whole business out.

	Norma didn't remember much about the movie as she drove home
because for most of the show her mind was occupied with formulating a
plan to get even with Caroline. And now she knew what she was going to
do. It might take a little time, but she knew her best friend and the
plan would eventually work.

	Sure enough. Norma and Caroline usually at least talked to
each other on a daily basis, either by phone or across the fence. And
then there were those intermittent episodes when they were both in the
mood and they would find the time to be alone when they could bet each
other off. It was Monday while she was at work that she got a call
from Caroline, but refused to take it. Then Monday evening the phone
rang. Her husband answered it and she told him that she wasn't
available. Over the next couple of days Caroline tried with increasing
frequency to contact Norma. Norma avoided it each time with some
excuse or other.

	When Jake announced on Wednesday morning that he would be
heading for the annual week-long convention is Las Vegas on Friday,
Norma's plans were finalized. In fact, she was almost ecstatic. First
and foremost, she would have a whole week alone with her son. She had
returned to her old resolve of not touching him or letting him touch
her. But to hell with the once a week rule she had set down. They
couldn't even find the opportunity to manage that! So she planned to
make up for lost time while Jake was away. If Bobby wanted to get off
a hundred times a day with her it would be OK!

	She was disappointed to learn, however, that Bobby had a date
on Friday night which he couldn't break. Nor did she want him to.
There would be plenty of time later on. And that gave her the evening
to use to set her plan for Caroline in motion. As a matter of fact,
when the evening was done, so might her years long friendship with her
be over. Time would tell.

	Jake was right on schedule and took the plane out at 12:52 for
Las Vegas. Good riddance and hello Bobby, my love! she said to herself
when Jake had called from 29,000 feet up on the new airplane telephone
to let her know he had gotten off alright. Heaven at last!

	As Norma had predicted, Caroline knew Jake's plans because her
husband Brad and he were such good buddies. Immediately on the heels
of Jake's call from the plane the call came in from Caroline. The
office secretary was a little surprised following a week of non-too-
polite refusals that this time Norma would take the call.

	"Hello?" Norma said politely.

	"Hi, Norm. It's me, Caroline. Can you talk."

	"Oh, hi, sweetie," Caroline virtually crooned. "Sure, I've got
a couple of minutes. What's up?"

	"Well, I've had some time to think things over and I've been
trying to get hold of you all week."

	"Yeah, I've been super busy, dear."

	"Uh huh. Well, as I said. I've thought it all over and I
really need to apologize for what happened last Friday night. I don't
know what came over me all of a sudden, but it was like I was just
powerless once things got started. I'm really sorry, Norm. Can you
ever forgive me?"

	"Nothing to worry about, honey. I understand."

	"Do you really?? You mean you're not mad at me?"

	The relief in Caroline's voice was just what Norma wanted to
hear. "Not anymore, I'm not. I was a little miffed for a while there.
But I understand what happened. The devil made you do it, huh?" Norma
said with just the slightest trace of sarcasm.

	In her relief, it went completely over Caroline's head and she
said coyly, her voice dropping a bit, "I want to make it up to you,
love. Really, I do. I know Jake's gone and maybe Bobby's got a date
tonight? Brad's going bowling. Do you think we can get together for a
while."

	"Sure, I don't see why not. And besides, it's been another dry
week and I'm ready for something."

	"Yeah, I figured you might be," Caroline said
enthusiastically. "So am I. And to make up for my less than prudent
behavior, I'm ready and willing to do anything you want. You can do
anything you want to me or I'll do whatever you want to you. It'll be
your night. How does that sound?"

	Norma cackled out loud as she said, "Right, slave. You're all
mine, huh?" fearing that maybe she had gone just a bit too far.

	She needn't have worried, though. Caroline was so anxious to
make up with Norma that she unwittingly said, "Yesss. I'll be your
love slave for tonight." And then she added in her sexiest voice, "And
you'll love every minute of it, I guarantee."

	More than you know, bitch, Norma thought to herself. She had
the slut right where she wanted her. This was going to work out better
than she had hoped. Not wanting to push her luck she cooed, "I can't
wait, love, but I've got to go, now, and finish up this contract.
Bobby'll be gone by seven, but I'll need some time to get ready so why
don't you come over to my place about eight?"

	"You don't want to come over to my place like always,"
Caroline queried.

	"No. With Jake gone, it'd be better if you came over to my
house," Norma said, already envisioning what she had in mind for this
cradle-robbing whore.

	"Ok, I'll be there at eight. See you then, lover. Bye." And
she hung up. Great, Norma said out loud to herself. It's all set.

	Tidying up her office, Norma bade the staff farewell for the
weekend and headed for Charleston. Once there she headed for the
nearest adult bookstore she could find. Inside, she browsed around
looking for just the right video, but not seeing one she went up to
the counter and flumoxed the help with her request. Yes, they did have
a few of that variety, but the keep them under the counter. From
these, Norma found what she was looking for, paid for it and headed
for the nearest hardware store where she picked up a number of items.
Then she started back to Southfield to preview her purchase and make
use of the hardware items.

	When she got home she immediately started watching the video.
She was looking for just a short portion of it and wouldn't know what
she wanted till she saw it. And she wanted to get it done before Bobby
got home from basketball practice. As she settled down on the den
couch to view the tape she thought that this kind of stuff wasn't
really her bag, but some of the actors and actresses were gorgeous and
the sex mingled in among the other activities was arousing. She
considered masturbating while she watched but then decided she wanted
to hold off until she could cum with her son. Besides, it was getting
late and she still had some things to do. Having finally found a
section of tape she could use, she rewound it to the spot she wanted
and pulled it from the machine to hide it in the bookshelf until that
evening. Then she gathered up the small bag from the hardware store and
headed for the basement. Twenty minutes later found her in the
kitchen, whistling to herself while she began to make dinner for her
and Bobby. Tonight was going to something else again, she mused.

	During the week, Bobby had plenty of time to think about what
had happened to him and came to the conclusion that he was indeed a
very lucky guy. For one, his mother, the most beautiful woman in the
world and who aroused him sexually no end, was allowing him to use her
to satisfy his sexual needs. He knew it wasn't acceptable by so-called
community standards, but he was to the point of not caring.
Additionally, it finally occurred to him that he had been fortunate to
have the incident with Mrs. Bishop in the car on the way home from the
game. That was the first time ever in his life that he had ever sucked
a woman's breast - that he remembered, of course - and the first time
ever he had had another person make him cum. That is, if you didn't
count the few circle jerks with his buddies before they discovered
girls. His only regret was that it hadn't been his mother that it had
happened with. But he was sure that that would eventually happen,
sometime.

	Every time he thought over the marvelous experience of being
jacked off by Mrs. Bishop while he sucked on her nipple he got horny
and this would drive him to masturbation. When he began playing with
himself he would envision back to how it felt to have that lovely
piece of fleshy gristle between his lips while her worried it with his
tongue. He did notice that Mrs. Bishop's nipple and areole were
nothing like his mother's; her areole appeared to be pink in color and
looked puffy and swollen as it stuck out from her large breast. He
wondered if it were possible to get the whole areole into his mouth at
once. And her nipple itself was short and stubby, not real long and
thick like his mother's.

	Bobby considered also how different it had felt to have the
soft insistency of a woman's hand jacking his cock and wondered how
often Mrs. Bishop had done this in the past. She seemed to be a real
expert at it so she must have had a lot of practice. But when it came
right down to it as he thought about the experience his mind would
inevitably wander to what his mother's nipple would feel like between
his lips and how her hand would feel jacking him off. God, if only...

	So, each time he had a masturbation session he would start off
thinking about Mrs. Bishop but would cum with visions of doing those
things with his mother. And here it was Friday again, he rejoiced, as
he sat in English class reading Ibsen's "Doll House". He wondered if
any of Ibsen's characters did the things he and his mother had done
and suspected that just maybe the author wasn't telling the whole
truth.

	Bobby considered skipping basketball practice, but it wasn't
within him. He went and couldn't wait for it to be over. When it was
he hurried home to find dinner already on the table and his mother
dressed to kill and in what seemed to be a jubilant mood. He rushed up
to her and started to give her a big kiss, but she ducked and said,
"Not yet, buster. Sit down and eat your dinner. Don't you have to be
out of here pretty soon?"

	"Wow, you look great. Got a date tonight or something," he
joked.

	"Yeah, with your father finally gone for a while, I do."

	"Who with, mom?" Bobby asked, all of sudden serious to the
point where Norma could hear some jealousy in his voice.

	"With whom, dear, with whom. Don't they teach you proper
grammar in English class these days?"

	"Yeah, OK, with whom, then?" he said impatiently.

	"Guess! I think you know him."

	Norma enjoyed watching the puzzled expression on his face as
it slowly came to him that she was referring to himself.

	"Aw, mom, you know I have a date tonight," he moaned.

	"Sure, but you'll be back later and unless I miss my guess,
you won't be too worn out, eh?"

	"It'll be pretty late, though."

	"Just tell the pretty young lady your mom said you have to be
home by eleven and you won't be lying," Norma smiled.

	"OK. We'll see what happens."

	"Tell me, Bobby," Norma said seriously, "have you managed to
fuck Ariel yet?"

	"MOM!" Bobby almost shouted.

	"Well, I guess not, huh. Have you at least got to feel her
bare tit?"

	"Come on, mom, you know she isn't like that," Bobby wheedled.

	"Not a slut like me, you mean?"

	"Mom, for god's sake, you're not a slut."

	"Oh yes I am. I'm being one right now talking like this and
I'm enjoying the hell out of it."

	When Bobby couldn't come up with an answer to that she went
on, "Well, do tell. Have you gotten your hot hand inside her top yet
and managed to feel up her tits? Does she have sexy fucking nipples
like mine?"

	She could see her son was flustered hearing her talk this way,
but she also knew that underneath the embarrassment his crotch was
probably starting to feel a little thick.

	"How about a blow job? Or at least a hand job, eh? Have you
gotten her to jack you off yet?"

	"Mom," Bobby began, exasperated, "she doesn't let me do those
things. Yeah, I tried to feel her up a couple of times, but she
wouldn't even let me put my hand on her tit. All we've ever done is
kiss, OK."

	"Poor darling," Norma mocked. "You must be so frustrated with
the little tease. Do you get a hard-on thinking about her, huh?"

	It was clear he had had enough when he answered, "I get a
hard-on thinking about you, mother. Wanna see it? Huh?"

	"Not right now dear. Be a good boy and finish your dinner,
now."

	"You're not making it easy, you know."

	"I know. I'm sorry. Just trying to lighten things up a
little," Norma lied.

	"More like trying to heat things up, I think." And she knew he
knew what she was up to. But it was all in fun and both of them smiled
just a little tensely.

	"I'm off," Bobby said as soon as he finished dinner. "The
show's early tonight and I don't want to be late. See ya when I get
home!"

	"Bye, dear. Be a good boy, hear. And if you can't, at least
save some for your poor mother, OK?" They both laughed at this.

	Norma felt wonderful. Bobby would be home late enough so she
would have plenty of time to deal with Caroline. Now all she had to do
was change her undergarments and put on the sexy see-through blouse
and high heels she knew would get Caroline worked up in no time.

	Upstairs she changed into the outfit she kept hidden for
special occasions. It consisted of a fire engine red long line bra
with half cups and garter straps. To go with that she put on her
special sheer nylons and really high heels. Then the short black skirt
that barely covered her ass which she had purchased a while back, but
never had the guts to wear in public. On top she put on the shear,
see-through white silk blouse that fit her snuggly all over. As she
donned it she could feel the coolness of the fabric and to her delight
it made her nipples, bare above the bra cups, pucker from the chill.
Then she carefully brushed her long hair and left it loose. To top
everything off she used just a hint of perfume and applied deep red
lipstick in a thick layer to her full wide lips. And finally, the
black velvet choker went around her neck.

	As she stood viewing herself in the full length mirror she
felt she had never looked more stunning and sexy. If this doesn't get
that lesbian bitch hot, nothing will, she smiled to herself. She was
actually getting turned on looking at herself.

	Downstairs in the den she turned off all the lights and lit
candles and then retrieved the bottle of champagne from the fridge.
We'll start upstairs, but I'll have her down her in a flash - right in
my little web where I want her! And then the fun will start.

	Meanwhile Bobby had picked up Ariel and they had walked to the
local theater, but as soon as they got there she began complaining
about menstrual cramps. They were really bad and she wanted to go back
home a go to bed. She apologized profusely to Bobby, who at the same
time was not about to argue with her; he couldn't wait to get home to
his mother and this was his way out. Hot damn!

	He dropped her back home with solicitations for a restful
night and then walked quickly toward his own home. He decided to even
take a couple of shortcuts which would bring him up the dark alley in
back of his house. He normally avoided going this way because it was
pitch black back there and there were a couple of dogs he wasn't too
sure of, but tonight he was in a hurry and would risk it.

	Just as he got behind his house he spied Mrs. Bishop come out
her back door and go through the gate in the fence into their yard.
He hadn't seen her all week and knew that his mother was avoiding her
so he wondered what was up now. Something made him hesitate there in
the dark and he stood and watched Caroline go in the back door of
their house.

	Sensing something, but not knowing what, he decided to very,
very quietly enter the house. Maybe he could find out what was going
on. Mom was mad at her for last Friday night and he was curious how
this was going to fall out. Ever so gently he opened the back door
into the kitchen. Luckily, the lights had been turned off as soon as
Caroline had gone in so he didn't have to worry too much about being
spotted.

	He didn't make a sound as he moved through the door and closed
it behind him. He could hear voices in the living room as he moved to
a spot between the kitchen door and the refrigerator. There was just
enough space for him the conceal himself and he could no make out
their voices plainly.

	The first thing he heard was his mom saying how much nicer it
would be for them if they went downstairs to the den. He almost
panicked as he saw them enter the hallway toward them, his mother in
the lead, but managed to remain stock still. They then turned to the
door leading down to the basement and proceeded downstairs without
saying a word.

	This was even better! Bobby thought to himself. He could get
downstairs and to a sort of closet from which he could hear and see
without being seen - that is, unless somebody came looking for a mop
or something. He waited just a second or so and then moved on tip-toe
towards the stairs. It was no problem going down because the stairs,
like the basement den, was heavily carpeted and muffled noise really
well. The only dangerous part was the short space where he would have
to cross from the bottom of the stairs to the open closet and that was
going to be risky, but he would be hidden by the stair paneling to
that point. So he would just listen until he thought the time was
right and then make his move.

	As he reached the bottom of the stairs, their voice became
plainly audible again and he heard Mrs. Bishop say, "God, Caroline,
you're absolutely gorgeous tonight. Did you get all dressed up for
little ole me?"

	"Of course, dear. Who else would I go to this trouble for?" To
Bobby's ears there was the slightest sound of insincerity in her
voice, like the tone she used with him during dinner except it lacked
the obvious humor. Then he heard a gentle rustling of what sounded
like cloth and his mother saying, "Be careful, darling. I don't want
to muss my lipstick just yet."

	SAY WHAT?! Bobby's mind shouted at him. What the devil was
going on. Now he was really afraid to move, but was really curious
what was happening. There was silence again and then he heard the
sound of liquid pouring and the clink of bottle on glass.

	"Here's to us, Caroline," Norma said.

	"And here's to tonight," Bobby heard Mrs. Bishop reply. For
some reason his heart was now going a mile a minute, but he wasn't
sure why.

			  Friday Afternoon
				Part 8

	After having gotten spiffed up for the evening's events, Norma
waited quietly for Caroline, going over in her mind exactly what she
wanted to happen and how to effect it.

	Caroline was nothing if not punctual and sure enough, right at
the crack of eight Norma heard her at the back door. Upon entering,
Caroline noticed that there weren't very many lights on so she called
softly, "Norma, you here?"

	"In here," Norma called back from the living room. Leaving the
kitchen Caroline turned that light off as well. When she first saw
Norma sitting in an easy chair with her legs crossed and smiling up at
her she was so astounded by the pure sexuality emanating from her
friend that she was speechless; she just stood there for more than a
minute and gawked without saying a word. Then she thought she felt a
cold draft, but wasn't sure that it wasn't just her body getting used
to the heat radiating from Norma. Not knowing what to say she finally
came up with, "I'm sorry. I meant to bring some wine. Shall I go back
and get it?"

	Norma continued smiling at her in that funny sexy way and
said, "No, I've already got some. Why don't we go downstairs to the
den, it'll be more cozy down there?"

	"Sure - fine - lead the way."

	Both women got up and Caroline led them downstairs where the
room was illuminated by a few strategically lighted candles.

	"Have a seat and get comfortable, why don't you. I've even got
some champagne here. It's a special night, huh," Norma said.

	Caroline was so entranced that she didn't respond, being
satisfied to watch Caroline's every move and admire how absolutely
arousing she looked. Finally she said, "God, Caroline, you're
absolutely gorgeous tonight. Did you get all dressed up for little ole
me?"

	"Of course, dear. Who else would I go to this trouble for?"
Caroline went over to the wet bar and got the champagne from the
cooler and brought it back over setting the bottle on the table and
sitting down beside Caroline in such a way that it was obvious she was
expecting a kiss. Caroline didn't miss the cue and leaned forward,
putting her arm around Norma and started to pull her toward her when
Norma resisted and said, "Be careful, darling. I don't want to muss my
lipstick just yet." She then moved away from Caroline and reached for
the bottle, picked up the glasses already laid out on the table and
poured for both of them.

	"Here's to us, Caroline," Norma said.

	"And here's to tonight," Caroline answered back. They clinked
the glasses together and each took a healthy sip, Caroline to steady
her aroused nerves and Norma to give her the courage to go through
with her plan. Then Norma looked over at Caroline with all the lust
she could bring forth and asked, "Were you really serious about being
my love slave tonight, dear?"

	"I couldn't have been more serious," Caroline returned, her
voice almost a croak as she gazed into Norma's eyes. "I'll do anything
you want. I owe it to you for the dirty trick I played on you last
week."

	"I know, but I don't want you to do it for that reason. I want
you to do it just because you want to. Understand?"

	"Yes. Completely. And I want to do this. I want you to tell me
what you want me to do. I'll do anything."

	"Good. I was hoping you'd say that. Well, slave," Norma
continued in what sounded like a mock commanding voice, "here's what I
want you to do. I want you to finish that glass of champagne and then
I want you to stand up, right in front of me, and slowly take your
clothes off until you're just in your undies."

	"Yes, master - I mean mistress. Whatever you desire," Caroline
responded playfully. Eager, she downed the rest of her wine in one
gulp and slowly rose and stood right in front of Norma. Reaching one
hand up she proceeded to unbutton her blouse at a snail's pace while
staring at Norma's face. She took off the blouse and let it drop to
the floor. Then she unzipped her slacks and let them drop to her
ankles and stepped out of them. Next she bent over and removed her
loafers and socks and tossed them aside with a flip and stood up again
saying, "Is this what you desire, mistress?"

	This might work out better than I imagined, Norma thought,
she's really getting into this slave shit. But just wait!

	"Very nice slave. Now - I want you to kneel before me and
spread your legs real wide. That's it. No, don't touch me - you're not
allowed to touch me unless I say so. Understand?"

	"Sorry, mistress. Yes, mistress, I understand. And I know I'll
be punished if I disobey," Caroline responded once more in a kind of
pretend servitude tone of voice. Ha! You have now idea, Norma mused at
this.

	"Good. Now do just as I say and there might not need to be any
'punishment'."

	"Yes, mistress."

	Settling back, Norma now took on the air of a regal ruler
addressing a serf as she said, "Well. You know, Caroline, my slave. I
don't think I've ever just sat and watched you masturbate yourself
without being involved and that's what I want you to do. Right now. I
want you to start playing with that hot, wet cunt of yours. And don't
stop until I tell you to. Just use one hand. And with your other hand
I want you to start squeezing your breasts and rubbing your nipples. I
want to see them real hard. No go on and do it. Satisfy my voyeuristic
lust."

	Caroline didn't even hesitate as she simultaneously lowered
one hand to her crotch and dug into her fuckhole for the copious
moisture there and spread it forward, while with her other hand she
reached into her frilly white bra and pulled her breast out and began
squeezing it and twisting the nipple with finger and thumb.

	After a moment or so Norma said, "Very seductive, my little
chattel, very seductive indeed. Are you getting warm, dear."

	"Oh, yessss, mistress, I'm getting HOT."

	Norma let her continue until she could see from the flush of
Caroline's face and upper chest and her ragged breathing that she must
be nearing the plateau. Suddenly Norma commanded in a loud voice,
"Stop! Right now, stop!"

	Caroline froze in an instant and let out a soft mewl of
frustration.

	"Good. That's enough of that for the time being," Norma said,
having a hard time controlling the pace she wanted to keep. "Now I
want you to stand up again - yes, now, do it. And go over the the bar
and get the ties that are lying there."

	"Ties?" Caroline said, looking puzzled, but turned and noticed
what Norma had referred to. She then swayed over to the bar and picked
up the ties and brought them back. Standing once more directly in
front of Norma and assuming a subservient stance she held out her hand
with the ties and Norma took them.

	"Now since you're my slave and I can see clearly that you're
on the brink of misbehavior I think I'll head that off before it
starts. Hold out your hands together in front of you."

	"Yes, mistress," Caroline replied meekly as she fulfilled
Norma's order.

	Norma shook one of the ties loose and proceeded to bind
Caroline's two wrists together tightly and firmly as she had done that
night with Bobby.

	"Why do you feel you need to tie me up, Norma," Caroline
inquired with just a hint of trepidation. Suddenly Norma lashed out
with her open right hand and cracked Caroline hard across the face.

	"Shut up you bitch. No talking unless spoken to. Do you
understand?" Norma barked in a low voice. This wasn't the same Norma
of a couple of moments ago and Caroline was startled by the sudden
change. But all of a sudden Norma softened and leaned forward and
kissed Caroline on the cheek and said, "You just have to learn to
obey, OK?" very gently.

	"Sure - OK," Caroline answered hesitantly, not sure what was
going on.

	"Now," Norma continued in a more business like fashion. "Let's
see. For my next request I think I'd like you blindfolded. But don't
worry this won't last very long." She picked up another tie from the
couch and wound it around the other woman's head, fitting it snuggly
over her eyes and tying it at the back. Sure that Caroline couldn't
see, Norma then went to the wall behind the couch and loosened the
nylon cord tied off there and let it fall through the eye hook she had
just recently installed in the ceiling rafter. The other end of the
cord slowly descended until it was right in front of Caroline. Then
Norma went over and tied the end of the cord around the ties binding
Caroline's wrists and returned to the tie off point at the wall and
said, "I want you to raise your hands above your head, darling."

	Without a word, Caroline complied. When her bound hands were
stretched above her head Norma took up the slack in the cord and tied
it off once more to the cleat she had installed there leaving the poor
woman hung from the ceiling and virtually helpless.

	When she once more stood next to Caroline she viewed her
handiwork and stated, "Very sexy. Yes, very sexy," as she reached up
and slipped the blindfold from her eyes.

	Showing open concern now Caroline said, "Don't you think this
is going a little bit too far, Norma?" and once again Norma lashed out
with the palm of her hand, this time catching Caroline's big breast
from the side with a resounding crack.

	As the woman let out a shriek Norma just said in an icy voice,
"I said. No talking unless given permission first. I thought you
understood that. Do you understand now?"

	"Yes," was the only response she got from what was now a very
frightened woman.

	"You're going to like this next part a whole lot, I just know
you will, dear," Norma said as she walked over and switched on the
television and VCR. "I want you to watch very carefully. I think
you'll enjoy this." She then picked up the remote and switched on the
tape machine as she came back to Caroline's side. Then they both
looked at the screen as the set warmed up and a picture came on. They
both watched fascinated as the tape began to play.

	During all of this, Bobby remained stuck on the stairs, hidden
behind the partition. He could hear well, but he couldn't see anything
and he was dying to get a view of the action, but there was no way he
could do so without revealing himself. Without being able to watch,
what he heard sounded really weird to him, but it had him totally
absorbed. The whole situation was really strange, but highly charged
and his cock was swollen with excitement.

	"Ah, here we go," Norma said as the video picture came up,
"pay attention now my little slave." As they both looked on, the scene
before their eyes was very similar to their own situation. It showed a
nondescript, well lit room in the center of which was a young, good
looking brown haired woman suspended from the ceiling the same as
Caroline was except her hands were held together with handcuffs. And
standing facing her was obviously her mistress. Only this mistress was
dressed in a totally black leather outfit including a thin leather
mask. There wasn't any audio, but it was obvious that the leather clad
woman was lecturing the bound woman and as she did so she would
casually fondle and toy with various parts of her body.

	Pausing the video with the remote control, Norma then said,
"Caroline, dear, I really want you to watch this very closely, because
this poor girl's story is you own fate for this evening. I want you to
know, also, that I really love you, but you're now going to have to
pay for having seduced my son."

	Before Caroline could utter a response, Norma simultaneously
reached a hand up and cupped Caroline's bare breast while she leaned
forward and began licking all over her entire face with her wet
tongue, even sticking her tongue in the other woman's nostrils, before
shoving it deep into her mouth. She remained there, kissing Caroline
and feeling up her tit for the better part of a minute before she
finally pulled her head back. Keeping her hand on the bound woman's
breast, Norma took one step back and then grasped Caroline's stubby
nipple between thumb and fingers and pulled out hard while twisting it
viciously at the same time. Caroline let out a howl as the pain shot
through her tit, but Norma seemed not in the slightest concerned.
Instead she used the remote and once again started the video.

	Within seconds, the tall, leather-clothed mistress in the
video did the same thing to her victim and it had the same result.
Then she stepped forward and roughly inserted one of her hands between
the suspended woman's thighs and began to masturbate her. Norma
followed suit and did the same with Caroline, only exclaiming, "My,
my, aren't we wet, though. This must be really turning you on." But
there was no response from Caroline although her face was now
contorted with the combined effects of the pain in her breast and the
hand diddling her cunt. Responding to the feel of Norma's hand
fondling her pussy, her suspended body began to writhe.

	"Like that, do you, darling. Well good. I thought you might.
Let's just keep watching. It gets better."

	Not really knowing what he was doing, Bobby's hand moved down
to his now hard cock as if it had a mind of its own and he began to
rub himself through his pants. Doing so he could feel a wet spot
already there from pre-cum. Growing impatient, he considered taking
his cock out and jacking off to the arousing sounds, but decided
against it for fear of making some inadvertent noise and getting
caught. So he just sat and listened some more and tried as best he
could to fill in with his imagination what he couldn't see. He was
especially mystified by the remark his mother had made about Mrs.
Bishops atoning for having seduced him. Maybe that was what that
shriek he heard was all about.

	Norma said, "Would you like to see what you're not going to
have tonight, Caroline?" as she began to take off her clothes slowly
and teasingly. All she discarded though was her blouse and short skirt
so that she was now standing in the sexy red longline bra, nylons and
heels.

	"I wore these just for you Caroline. I hope you like the
outfit. I want you to get at least a little enjoyment while I'm
punishing you."

	"Please, Norma. Do we have... " and her remark was cut off
with another hard swat to the cheek from Norma's hand. "Remember the
rules, cunt! No talking unless I tell you to!"

	"But you said... " and again Norma slapped her face and said,
"I didn't request an answer. When I do you'll know it. So just shut up
until then." And then she stepped forward and kissed her deeply again,
confounding but arousing Caroline even further.

	Then the women's attention was once more drawn to the action
on the t.v. screen as the mistress moved to one side of the tied up
woman. From out of nowhere a riding crop appeared in her hand and she
waved it in front of the woman who showed real fear on her face. Next,
the mistress drew back her arm and brought the crop sharply down on
her slave's ass. This wasn't play acting; it was the real thing.
Caroline looked fearfully over at Norma who remained still, however,
watching the screen.

	After they had watched a couple of minutes of the slave on-
screen being flogged, Norma turned to Caroline and asked, "Well, you
fucking cunt, do you think you will enjoy THIS part of this evening's
festivities, huh?" And she paused to take in the surprised look cross
Caroline's face as Caroline realized that Norma fully intended the same
treatment for her.

	"You wouldn't do that to me, would you Norma? Oh, come on,
please."

	"Wrong again, you cunt-slurping whore. I fully intend to whip
you quite severely. That is, severely enough so that you won't ever
forget this evening for the rest of your life. Now, are you ready to
get on with it?" The question was rhetorical so Norma didn't expect an
answer as she reached under a sofa cushion and withdrew a three-inch
wide, thick leather strap about four feet long which she at once
doubled over in half. "I don't have a riding crop, but I think this'll
do quite nicely. Don't you?"

	"Oh, no... Norma... not that... please," Caroline begged, her
voice laced with real terror.

	Norma once again slapped Caroline across the face, saying,
"That's for talking again without permission. But that won't be
anything compared to what you're going to receive from THIS!" and she
held the leather strap right up to Caroline's terrified face. "Have
you ever been whipped with a leather strap like this, dear? It really
hurts. I mean REALLY hurts. And I'm going to whip you really good."

	"You can't do this Norma! It'll leave marks and Brad'll see
them!" Caroline cried.

	"Leave marks, I should think so indeed," Norma sneered. "Yes.
I fully intend to leave marks. Not only on your body - those'll heal
eventually - but on your soul as well. And furthermore, that's all
bullshit about Brad seeing those marks. You told me you haven't had
sex with him in months, you lying cum-sucking cunt. And even if he
does see them, that's your problem. Just try telling him the truth
about where they came from. Anyway, it'd probably get that perverted
mind of his so inflamed he'd just rape your filthy ass. Hmmmm, not a
bad idea, is it, huh?" and she chuckled.

	"Now. Let's see," Norma pretended to ponder, "where to start."

	Stepping to Caroline's side she quickly reached out and yanked
the frightened woman's panties down to her knees in one deft movement
baring her large round jutting ass. "At least your fat ass is good for
something, you slut. It gives me a nice big target to aim at."

	And with that Norma reared back and cut loose with the strap
with all her might. It came down squarely on Caroline's ass with an
astounding whack which caught Bobby unawares, sitting spellbound, and
listening, and he jumped at the sound.

	Not a second later Caroline let out a blood curdling shriek as
the pain of the lash seared through her body. Stepping back to admire
her work, Norma saw a wide red stripe covering the middle of her
victim's buttocks from hip to hip.

	"From the sound of it, you really liked that. Let's try
another one." And once again she brought the strap down with a loud
crack. It had the same result as the first lash and Caroline howled
from the pain.

	Norma saw tears streaking down Caroline's cheeks and stepped
up to her and began licking the tears away. Mistaking Norma's action
for a softening, Caroline whimpered, "Please, Norma, I'm sorry, please
don't hit me anymore."

	Norma didn't slap her this time for speaking unbidden, but
simply said, "No more?" with mock incredulity. "Darling, I'm just
starting!"

	"Ohh, please, Norma. The pain - I can't stand the pain. It
hurts so much," she cried.

	"But, lover, it's supposed to hurt. I told you it would,
didn't I. That's why I'm whipping you, don't you understand. I want to
hurt you. I want you to feel extreme pain for what you did to me and
Bobby. You need to feel it." Even to her own ears, Norma's
justification for her actions sounded hollow, but she was determined
to carry out her plan anyway.

	"Three more on that fat ass of yours and then we'll take a
little breather," Norma said, even as she raised the strap and brought
it down again and again and again. Caroline's behind was now one big
bright red blotch as she sobbed, slumping forward in a futile attempt
to alleviate the unbearable effects of the lash.

	"God, that's fun. I never had any idea how satisfying it would
be to make you suffer. I love it!"

	Continuing to work herself up into a lather, Norma positioned
herself in front of Caroline and grabbed her jaw forcefully in her
free hand and lifted the crying woman's head. She bent and once more
began licking the tears from Caroline's cheeks and then began kissing
her, running her tongue all around her lips and into her mouth.
Drawing back she said , "Well, darling, have you had enough?" to which
Caroline replied, "Yes, yes - oh, it hurts so much. I've had enough."

	"That's too bad, Caroline, because I haven't and I'm not
finished yet. But I am done whipping your ass so take a guess at
what's next," Norma said, her voice taking on a really mean and hard
edge.

	Caroline looked at her wide-eyed with the dawning realization
of what was coming and said, "Ohhhhh, noooo. Please.
Pleasepleaseplease don't do this, Norma. I'll do anything you want - I
promise - but please don't do this."

	"That's right, keep it up, you little slut. Keep on begging.
It's music to my ears. But let's see, now. We don't want anything to
get in the way of your enjoyment so we need to make a little
adjustment here," and she reached over to Caroline and insert her hand
inside the bra cup that still concealed one breast and pulled it
roughly out. She caressed the tit gently and pulled lightly on the
nipple and bent down and tongued it for a couple of seconds, making it
hard. Then she raised up and moved back and to one side.

	"Nooooo, pleeeeeease," Caroline wailed, throwing her head back
between her extended arms

	But it was to no avail as Norma once more swung her arm back
and around bringing the strap fiercely across Caroline's exposed
breasts which were being held out by the bra. Just as before it left a
broad red strip right across the middle of both tits and Caroline
howled again from the pain.

	After having lashed Caroline's breasts twice more, Norma
suddenly felt a let down. It was enough. She just didn't want to do
this anymore, so without saying a word she marched over to the wall
and undid the cord from the cleat and slowly released the tension on
the line, watching as Caroline's arms came down in front of her. She
was afraid for a second that the woman might faint, but she didn't as
she remained standing, sobbing, with her head down.

	Norma went over to her and first undid the cord and then
loosened the ties binding Caroline's wrists. As soon as they were free
her hands shot immediately up to her painful breasts and she began to
massage them gently as her face drew up in a grimace. Then she put
both hands behind her and began to massage her rump at which point
Norma hurried around and looped a tie around her wrists and made them
fast together again behind her back.

	Startled, Caroline inquired, "What are you doing now, for
chrissake?"

	"Quiet, you bitch, or I'll string you up again and start all
over," Norma commanded.

	Seeing that her hands were tightly bound, Norma went and sat
on the edge of the coffee table and leaned back on her hands as she
spread her legs.

	"Down on your knees, whore and get over her and suck my cunt!.
You're going to make me cum. Be quick about it, too - or else!"

	Caroline obeyed meekly and dropped to her knees in front of
Norma, lowered her head to her sopping pussy and began to french her
out with her lips and tongue as Norma leaned back on her elbows and
played with her own tits and nipples.

	Bobby, still concealed behind the stair partition, listened in
dumbfounded silence to all of these events. He couldn't believe what
was happening and his emotions were in a disordered heap. Never
before had he seen this cruel, vicious side of his mother; he had no
idea it existed. What was more unnverving to him, however, was the
fact that his mother was this very moment having her cunt eaten by
another woman! He knew there were lesbians in the real world, but
never for a minute suspected that his mother might be one. His young
and simplistic mind was having trouble reconciling that someone could
enjoy sex with both men and women as was now apparently the case with
his mother.

	At once he felt extremely jealous, but this was hinged with a
growing eroticism at the sound of Mrs. Bishop sucking her off. Soon he
heard the unmistakable sounds of his mother approaching an orgasm and
wished that he could witness what was happening, but knew he couldn't
risk even a peak for fear of being caught.

	When Mrs. Bishop had finished her off, Bobby heard his mother
say, "Well, at least your fucking mouth still works, bitch. Now - pick
up your clothes and get the hell out of here. Right now. I've had
enough of you for one night. Go on, get out of here."

	The tone of her voice more than the actual words roused Bobby
out of his reverie and he suddenly realized that he needed to move
very quickly. As silently as he could he moved his cramped muscles and
began to ascend the stairs and just in time. No sooner had he once
again hidden himself behind the kitchen swinging door than a sobbing
Mrs. Bishop, dressed in only panties and bra and holding the rest of
her clothes bundled in one arm, came into the kitchen and went quickly
out the back door.

			  Friday Afternoon
				Part 9

	Having barely gotten hidden in the kitchen and witnessed Mrs.
Bishop's hasty retreat out the back door Bobby wasn't sure what to do.
Then he heard his mother's footsteps at the top of the stairs as she
entered the hallway. Luckily for him she headed to the living room.
When he was sure she wasn't moving around, he very cautiously went to
the back door and then opened and closed it loudly as if he had just
come home. Then he turned on the kitchen lights and went directly to
the refrigerator and opened it as he usually did every time he came
home. Typical teenager, he thought to himself.

	Just as he closed the fridge door without having taken
anything he heard his mother call from the living room, "Bobby, is
that you?"

	"Yeah, mom, I'm home," and he turned and headed for the living
room.

	There sat his mother on the sofa. When she saw him she asked,
"Hey, you're home real early. What happened?"

	"Uh, Ariel got sick just as we got to the theater and wanted
to go home. Uh, woman problems - you know."

	"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Kinda spoiled your evening, huh?"

	"Naw, not really. I'd rather be home with you anyway."

	"Oh Bobby, you're so sweet."

	Bobby couldn't take his eyes off Norma. He'd never seen her so
alluring before. As he sat at the opposite end of the couch from her
he could plainly see her big dark nipples and areoles through the sheer
material of her blouse. Noticing to where his attention was directed
Norma remarked, "It's a nice outfit, don't you think?"

	"Uh, yeah mom, real nice. How come you're dressed up like
that?"

	"Oh, no real reason," Norma teased, "I just felt like it. And
I knew you'd like it too, huh." Bobby just let it go although he was
strongly tempted to pursue the issue. He was still feeling the pangs
of jealousy. As these thoughts crossed his mind he got a strange look
in his eye. Norma caught it almost instantly and said, "What's the
matter, son? Something wrong?"

	Bobby hesitated a second, but then, to change the topic he
said, "Mom. Can I ask you something?"

	"Sure, darling. What is it?"

	"Well, I know you said we can never touch each other, uh, you
know, sexually. But do you think it would be alright if I kissed you?
I really want to kiss you, mom."

	Norma considered this for a moment and said, "Wellll. I'm not
sure it's a good idea, but I do know that you sure deserve something
more than I've been giving you so far. Did you lock the back door when
you came in?"

	"Oh shit. No, I didn't. I'll do it right now," and he
immediately got up and went to do it. Then he heard Norma call "While
you're out there would you get the bottle of wine out of the fridge?
And bring a glass, too. Bring two glasses if you want some. And turn
off the kitchen light when you come back." While he was fetching the
wine and glasses Bobby came to the decision that he would not bring up
the incident in the den this evening. It would just ruin things for
him if his mother found out that he knew all about what went on down
in the den even if he hadn't seen anything. He especially wasn't going
to bring up the business about Mrs. Bishop sucking her off. He was
sure she didn't want him knowing about something like that!

	In a minute, Bobby returned with the wine bottle and two
glasses. He unscrewed the cap on the cheap wine and poured both of
them a glass, handing his mother hers before retaking his seat on the
sofa. Norma then raised her glass to him and said, "Here's to us and a
happy few days together."

	Without saying anything, Bobby raised his glass to Norma and
took a healthy swig. Norma keep the glass to her mouth and sipped from
it, sensing her son's nervousness, but she didn't say anything. Bobby
was silent also and didn't seem to know what to say or do, so Norma
finally broke the deadlock with, "I thought you wanted to kiss me,
dear?"

	"I do, mom," he said timidly.

	"Well. You can't do that from over there very well, can you?"

	"I guess not," he answered, but still didn't make a move to
get closer.

	"Bobby. Why don't you come and sit over here next to me. That
way, when you get up the courage, you'll be in a position to kiss me
before you lose your nerve," Norma said, teasingly. "Is there
something the matter?"

	Bobby slid over the cushions and came to rest next to Norma,
sitting squarely forward, but close enough that their thighs were just
barely touching. He could feel the heat from that contact and he could
also now smell the aroma of sex from her body intermixed with her
normal smell as well as a trace of her perfume. The combination was
intoxicating and made him ever so slightly lightheaded.

	"No, nothing's the matter. It's just that I'm really nervous
now that I'm alone with you."

	"We've been alone before, love. As a matter of fact, if memory
serves me right you even jacked off in front of me a couple of times.
And now your nervous? About sitting here with your mother?"

	"Well, you know. I mean, I've never kissed you before. You
know, not in that way."

	"What way, darling?" Norma continued to bait him.

	"You know."

	"No, Bobby, I don't know. But why don't you show me instead of
just talking about it, OK?"

	"Can I really, mom?"

	"Sure, if that's what you really want. I told you you could,
didn't I?" Norma's voice was getting slightly gravelly now as she
began to feel aroused from the game she was playing with her son and
the thought of what was about to happen.

	"Well, yeah," Bobby answered, turning toward Norma and looking
at her wide mouth with its full lipstick-red lips that arched so
sexily. The thought passed through his mind at that point that he had
never before noticed just how sexy her mouth was and he said, "Gee,
mom, you've got a really sexy mouth, you know that?"

	"All the better to kiss you with, my dear," she joked, but it
was only half a joke and Bobby didn't miss the implied invitation as
he leaned forward impetuously and mashed his own mouth against
Norma's, taking her by surprise. She let the contact remain for a
couple of seconds before pulling away and saying, "Whoa. Take it
easy. I hope you don't kiss your girlfriends that way; you might knock
out a few teeth," and she chuckled at her own humor. Bobby, however,
didn't think it was funny and felt embarrassment from his mother's
criticism.

	Deciding on a gentler manner Norma said, "Why don't I kiss you
instead, OK. That way you can get an idea from me how I want you to
kiss me. Would that be alright?"

	"Sure, I guess. You've had a lot more experience at it than I
have."

	Norma set down her wine glass and took Bobby's as well and put
it on the coffee table. Then she bade him settle back and enjoy as she
adjusted her body up against his side, mashing her pointed breasts
into his arm. Not knowing what to do with his shaking hands he just
put them in his lap. Reaching up, his mother put both her hands on
each side of his head and leaned forward, just brushing his lips with
hers with the lightest of touches as she looked directly into his
eyes.

	"Keep your eyes open, Bobby. There's nothing sexier in the
whole world than open-eye, open-mouth kissing," she breathed against
his closed mouth. Next she slid the tip of her tongue out and began to
lightly lick his lips all around ever so gradually applying pressure
until her tongue found its way up against his teeth. Getting the
hint, Bobby opened his mouth slightly, but Norma continued to snake
her tongue around his outer mouth, between his lips and gums, back and
forth from one side to the other. At last she put her tongue between
his teeth and sought out his tongue. When contact was made their two
tongues began a slow dance, twining and twisting wetly around each
other in Bobby's mouth. Eventually, he got up a little nerve and moved
his tongue around his mother's and slid alongside it until he was in
her mouth. She pulled her tongue back and the dance continued in her
mouth.

	When she pulled away a couple of minutes later she could see
from her son's expression and the feel of his hot breath as he panted
in her face that he was very aroused. Again she bent forward and,
licking her lips first, making them lusciously wet, she placed them,
slightly parted against his and without any tongue action began to
slide them around and back and forth. When he tried to reciprocate,
Norma mumbled an "uhn uhn," and continued her motions, letting her
lips, now swollen from her own excitement, go slack so that they felt
rubbery and somehow lewd to him.

	Norma then surprised Bobby by beginning to lick his lips, then
increasing the area she was licking to include his chin and cheeks and
forehead and finally his nose where she even stuck the tip of her
tongue inside. As she was doing this, an overwhelming feeling of
tenderness intermingled with lust overcame Bobby and he whispered
hoarsely, "Oh mom, I love you so much."

	"I know, darling, I know," she said back, as she continued to
lap his face with big swipes of her moist tongue.

	"Jeez, that's so fucking sexy, what you're doing to me. Oh -
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk that way."

	"It's OK, love, you can say whatever you want. I love to hear
you say things like that. It sexes me up when you talk dirty to me. I
want you to say those things if you're feeling them."

	"Yeah, I know. It does the same to me. And I sure am feeling
them right now."

	Norma tried to slow herself down, but she was so excited she
couldn't help herself as she reached up with a hand and grabbed his
tongue with her fingers and said, "Stick your tongue out - way far out
- yeah, that's it," as she put her fingers into her own mouth and made
them wet. Then she grabbed his tongue again and began to jack it with
her fingers as if she were masturbating a miniature cock.

	"Do me at the same time, darling, just like I'm doing you,
OK," Norma said as she stuck her tongue out as far as she could
between her fire-engine red lips. Bobby fondled her tongue as his head
reeled with pleasure and then he grabbed his mother's head in both his
hands and mashed his mouth to hers before he returned the favor and
began licking her face as she had done to him.

	After a minute Bobby fell back to catch his breath and Norma
looked at him and said, "Are you good and hot now, darling? Is your
cock hard? Is it leaking cum yet?"

	"Yes, mother, my cock is really hard. It's so hard it hurts.
You've made me really fucking hot."

	"I'm glad, dear. I'm glad you're so fucking hot," Norma
hissed, "I'm hot too. My cunt is all swollen and squishy from our
kissing. It's so fucking sexy, kissing you. It even makes my asshole
throb."

	"Jesus," Bobby said as he looked deeply into his mother's
eyes. "Mom, is it alright if I take out my cock. It's so hard. I want
to take it out and show it to you, OK. I want you to look at it. I'm
so fucking hot I want to watch you looking at my cock."

	"Oh, yesssss, son. Do it. Take out your big hard penis and
show it to me. Let me look at it. I want to see it so badly. Go ahead
- pull it out!" Norma chanted as she lay back and watched her son
unzip his pants and reach inside and work his enormous erection
through the opening in his shorts and pants.

	When it was all the way out at last and Bobby was holding it
by the base so that it stuck straight up Norma said, "It's so big,
honey - god, it's so big. Does it feel good now, to have your big
prick sticking up like that while I look at it?"

	"Uh huh. I love having you look at it. Sometimes I even
fantasize that you look at it long enough that you make it cum all by
itself, without even touching it."

	"You mean, like that time upstairs when your hands were tied.
You came that time without any touching, didn't you? You must have
really been hot then too."

	"I sure was. I've never been so sexed up before, just watching
you with that cucumber in your pussy while you finger fucked your
asshole. It was just so sexy. Are you sure it's alright to talk like
this, say these things."

	"Of course, darling. I love to hear them and I love to say
them myself. Talking dirty makes me VERY horny. And the filthier the
better. Tell me, have you ever finger fucked your own ass?"

	"No, I haven't. The only thing that's ever been up there was a
long time ago when you used to give me enemas. When I was a kid,
remember?"

	"Sure, I remember. But I think I'd like to watch you do that
to yourself sometime. Do you think you would mind? Maybe we could do
it together, huh? How does your cock feel now, Bobby? It looks like
it's ready to burst."

	Bobby was beside himself with lust as he watched his mother
staring at his twitching penis. "It feels really good. Do you like it,
mom?" he said as he slowly began to stroke himself.

	"I love it Bobby, I just love it, it's so beautiful when it's
all hard and jacked up like it is right now. I'll bet you'd really
like to masturbate it right now, wouldn't you? But I want you to hold
off. Don't do it just yet. I want you to get just as excited as you
can - so that you almost can't stand it anymore."

	"OK, I won't. I'll wait if that's what you want.

	There was a moment of quiet as Bobby dropped his head to stare
at his mother's long full legs still sheathed in the sheer, black,
shiny nylons before he said, "Mom, I need to ask you something else."

	"Yes, dear," Norma answered dreamily, still staring at Bobby's
huge twitching erection which now had a large bead of pre-cum leaking
from the head.

	"I know I'm not supposed to and I hope you won't get mad for
my asking, but I'm so hot I just can't help myself. Honest. And I
won't get mad if you say no."

	"What is it?"

	"Mom - can I feel up your legs. Please," Bobby asked,
hesitantly.

	"Yes. I guess it's OK to do that. But please, Bobby, don't go
any higher than my knees, OK?. Promise?" Norma was still determined to
hold to her no touching policy although this minor excursion away from
it couldn't hurt that much. After all, it was only her legs he wanted
to feel.

	"Sure, mom. I promise."

	"Before you do that, though, wouldn't you be more comfortable
if you just took off your pants. That way I can look at your balls as
well as your prick. Would you do that for your mother?"

	Bobby didn't say anything, but stood up and unfastened his
pants and shoved them and his undershorts right off, first one foot
and then the other, taking shoes and socks in the process. Standing up
again he stuck out his midsection right in front of his mother's face
so she could see up close how hard his prick was and how full of cum
his balls were.

	"Tell you what, Bobby. I'll make a deal with you."

	"What's that," Bobby said, willing to sell his soul to the
devil at the prospect of getting his hands on his mother's legs.

	"I'll let you feel up my legs if you'll let me watch you fuck
yourself in the ass with your finger while you're doing it. How's that
for a deal?"

	"If you want me to, sure. I'd do anything for you, mom. You
know that."

	"I know, darling. Here give me your hand and I'll make it good
and wet for you."

	Bobby held out his left hand which his mother grasped and
inserted his middle finger into her mouth and began sucking on it.
Then she took the finger out and laved it with her tongue, depositing
a gob of saliva on it for him to use. Bobby moved the hand to his
behind and was just ready to insert his finger when Norma said, "Wait.
Turn sideways, Bobby, so I can see you sticking your finger in your
rectum. I want to watch it all, OK."

	"Sure," he said, turning to his right so his mother had a view
of not only his finger ready to penetrate his ass, but she could also
see his cock sticking straight out in front of him and his huge ball
sac hanging below it.

	"This OK, mom? Can you see everything alright?" he asked and
when she just nodded he slowly began to stick his finger in himself,
turning and twisting it as it pressured the anal sphincter. As it went
in further he was so sensitive that it caused all the muscles in his
groin to contract violently and before he knew it he was up and into a
full blown orgasm.

	His mother watched mesmerized as Bobby's cock swelled up and
rose to point slightly upwards before it began to throb as it shot out
a huge stream of white cum into the air in front of him. Bobby moaned
and grunted now as he started to finger fuck his rectum rapidly as his
cock continued to spasm orgasmically, jerking up and down on its own,
squirting jet after jet of jizm onto the carpet.

	When his cock finally stopped spasming and started to lose its
rigidity, Bobby removed his finger from his ass and plopped himself
down on the sofa beside his mother and closed his eyes. He felt a
slight disappointment that it was all over before he had even go
started. And he hadn't even gotten to touch his mother's legs.

	Then he heard his mother say, "Well, that was quick sport. And
you didn't even get to feel me up. You must have really been aroused.
But it's OK. I loved every second of it," as she leaned over and
kissed him lovingly.

	"Yeah, I guess I was, huh."

	"Wanna go upstairs and take a rest? The night is still young,
don't you think?"

	Hearing in his mother's voice the promise of more good things
to come, Bobby roused himself with some effort from his post orgasmic
lethargy and took his mother's hand as they both started for the
stairs.

			  Friday Afternoon
			       Part 10

	Norma and Bobby walked drowsily, side by side, up the stairs
and entered his bedroom. With a big sigh of exhaustion, Bobby plopped
himself down on the bed on his back. Norma looked lovingly down at him
and said, "Hang on for a few minutes, lover, while I go freshen things
up, OK?"

	He seemed so cute and innocent, lying there in only his shirt,
Norma thought as she stared down at his prick, now shrunken to a
fraction of its erect size.

	"Sure, mom," Bobby mumbled, eyes closed and arms akimbo on the
bed.

	Norma left the bedroom and freshened herself up in the her own
bathroom, applying a fresh layer of lipstick and adding a touch of
perfume. She was by no means finished for the night and even though
Bobby was her son, she wanted to be as sexy for him as she could.

	When Norma returned to his bedroom she could tell immediately
that he had fallen into a deep sleep. Although she felt disappointed,
she understood; it had been a long day and the new experience he'd had
with the extended kissing session and subsequent anally induced orgasm
he had brought himself to had probably just tired him to exhaustion.
Feeling somewhat frustrated, but accepting that he needed his rest,
Norma laid down softly next to him without touching and drifted off
herself.

	When next she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find that
dawn was breaking and the room was no longer dark at all. Then she
remembered where she was and looked over at Bobby, still fast asleep
on his back with only his shirt on; it looked like he hadn't changed
position all night long. As her eyes drifted down she right away took
in the sight of his penis which was now rock hard, the head extending
all the way up past his navel. Must be one of those early morning piss
hard-ons, she thought. God, was he big. Norma thought that never in
her life had she seen such a large cock as her son's. She rolled
slowly to her left side and supported her head on her hand as she
stared down at his magnificent shaft. All the while she looked at it
she could feel her insides start to churn from the residue of the
previous evening's unfulfilled arousal brought on by teaching her son
how to kiss and lick her face and then watching him finger fuck his
own asshole to an astounding orgasm. And even though Caroline had been
forced to french her cunt to orgasm earlier in the evening, she hadn't
cum while she had been with Bobby and was now falling victim to that
arousal.

	As she continued staring at his cock she even reached out her
hand at one point to grasp his hard-on, thinking she would awaken him
in the most pleasant manner he had ever experienced. Every once in a
while his prick would twitch involuntarily and as she looked up at his
eyes she could discern movement behind the lids telling her he must be
dreaming of something - hopefully something sexy. But then she took
her hand back, remembering her resolve to not let the situation
develop to that point with all its possible pitfalls.

	A couple of minutes passed and Bobby began to stir. First he
stretched and then settled again and reached a hand down and slowly
began to stroke himself. As his breathing quickened he came slowly
awake and finally opened his eyes partially only to be shocked by the
sight of his mother lying beside him, still fully dressed from the
previous evening and watching him rub his hard-on. Out of some sense
of propriety he quickly jerked his hand away, but Norma said, "It's OK
love, you can keep frigging yourself if you want. It's a lovely sight
- you know I love watching you do it. But don't cum yet, OK?"

	Bobby gave his mother his sweet sexy smile as he said, "Sure,
mom. I won't cum, but I want you to kiss me with those sexy fucking
lips of yours."

	Norma quickly leaned over and placed her lips against those of
her son and moaned as she ever so slightly moved her mouth on his.
"Were you having a pleasant dream just now?"

	Pulling away slightly Bobby said, "Dream? Hmmm, no, I don't
think so. But I sure do remember last night real well. God, that was
great."

	"You liked that, huh." It was a statement and not a question.

	"You bet I did. I never had any idea my ass was so sensitive.
Did you like watching me do that?"

	"Uh huh," Norma chortled still watching her half-awake son
play with himself languidly.

	"Would you like me to do it again for you. I will, you know,
if you want."

	"Do you think you're up to it so soon in the morning?"

	"I'm always up to it when it comes to you. You know that,
mom."

	Ah, youth, Norma thought, always ready for action. And then an
idea began to form in Norma's mind and she said, "I know, darling. But
I have an even better idea."

	"What's that?" Bobby queried.

	"Well... I'm not going to tell you just yet. I'm going to let
it be a surprise. But first - now don't get mad - I want you to get
up, take a shower, and go make breakfast while I run an errand. I'll
be gone for about an hour and when I get back you'll get a surprise I
think you'll really like, OK?"

	"Yeah - sure, mom. If you say so," Bobby said, sounding
disappointed.

	"Trust me, dear. I know you're really going to love it."

	"OK, mom," he said, slowly sitting up on the opposite edge of
the bed. Norma got up as well and without saying another word left the
room and headed down the stairs. As Bobby entered the bathroom he
heard the front door close and shortly thereafter his mother's car
pulling away.

	It was actually just a little over an hour when Norma returned
from a quick trip to Charleston and came through the front door
carrying a plain brown paper shopping bag. Taking off her jacket she
headed for the kitchen to find Bobby sitting at the breakfast bar in
his undershorts and tee shirt. He looked fresh and ready to go and
sounded really eager as he asked, "What's the surprise, mom? Is it in
the bag there?"

	"Uh huh," was all Norma answered as she poured herself a cup
of coffee and sat down on the stool next to him.

	"Can I see what it is," he said, staring down at his mother's
sexy, crossed sexily right in front of him, the skirt she still had on
from last night riding high on her full thighs. The sight was enough
to get his cock to begin thickening. Then she noticed his gaze rise to
her chest as he stared at her breasts supported by the red half bra,
the huge nipples plainly visible through the transparent material of
her blouse.

	"Sure. Go ahead," Norma said and Bobby reached for the bag,
opening it and putting his hand in. He withdrew a long, soft yet firm
rubber double dildo. He looked at it in a puzzled way and asked,
"What's this for. I don't... " but he never got the rest out as he
realized from closer examination what it was.

	"Oh - I see. You want me to use this on myself - up my ass -
instead of my finger. Is that it?"

	Norma answered silently with a lust filled smile.

	"But what about the other end? What's it for?"

	"Guess," Norma said amused as she watched her son ponder the
possibilities. When he at last seemed to have the riddle solved he
blurted out, "Wow! Holy shit. You mean... "

	"That's right, Bobby. It's just what your imagination is
telling you. Think you'll like it? Huh?"

	"Hell yes!" he exclaimed, "let's go."

	"Not so quick, my love. Before we get down to business there's
something else we have to do first. Something we haven't done in
years, but I think you'll like it as well."

	"What's that?"

	"Come on upstairs and I'll show you."

			  Friday Afternoon
			       Part 11

	When they got to the top of the stairs Norma said, "Dear, I
want you to go into my bathroom and wait for me there, OK? And take
your little surprise with you - we'll need it - eventually."

	If there had been any doubt in Bobby's mind about his mother's
intentions, it was erased when he saw the lascivious look on her face.
So he headed down the hall as Norma opened a large hall closet and
began rummaging around. Bobby went through his mother's bedroom into
her bathroom and stood waiting there until she arrived a couple of
minutes later with a wide flat box in her hand.

	"What have you got there?" he asked.

	"You'll see. Here - give me our toy. We won't need it just
yet."

	Bobby handed his mother the big double dildo and Norma set it
and the box she was carrying on the sink counter and opened it.
Inside, Bobby saw a red rubber water bottle and what looked like a
long, thin hose curled up on top of it. Then he remembered from years
back what it was and he started to get anxious.

	"Don't tell me you're going to, uh, do that to me again, he
said, remembering how much he had hated what at one time had been a
regular weekly ritual.

	"You mean, give you an enema? Well, darling, yes. I am going
to give you an enema. For what I have planned I think this is quite
appropriate. It's really best if we clean you out first. It'll make
what happens afterward that much more pleasant. And believe me, this
time around I think you'll find this enema somewhat more pleasurable
than the last time you had it. Trust me."

	Norma took out the water bottle and turned the water in the
sink on, letting it run until it was the right temperature. Putting
the water bottle under the faucet she let it fill up as she turned to
her son and told him to strip naked.

	Bobby hesitantly removed both his tee shirt and undershorts,
but fear of what was about to happen had caused him to lose his
erection. When the bottle was full to near bursting Norma retrieved a
bottle of mineral oil from under the sink and added some to the water
and attached the hose, making sure the clip was clamped shut. She
then took the douche nozzle and affixed it to the other end of the hose
and hung the whole contraption from the shower curtain rod next to the
toilet. This done she stepped back and turned to Bobby who was still
standing naked with a look of great doubt on face. Noticing that he
had lost the arousal he had down in the kitchen and sensing he needed
some encouragement she said, "Why don't you just sit down on the
toilet dear while I make myself ready for this," and began unbuttoning
her blouse. Bobby sat as instructed while Norma removed her blouse and
undid her skirt and took it off as well.

	She now stood in front of her son in the half-cup long line
bra and matching red panties, the nylons and the heels. As Bobby
looked up at her she asked coyly, "Do you like the way I look, lover?
Am I as sexy as those women in the magazines you look at when you
masturbate? I feel so - so sexed up standing in front of you with my
tits exposed. Can you see how swollen and hard my nipples are Bobby?
Just like your cock. It makes me want to jack off my cunt having you
look at me like this."

	"Oh, yessss - you know I love the way you look, mom," he
answered.

	"Tell me. Isn't it better looking at me when you jack off,
rather than pictures? Even if I am your mother?"

	Bobby simply nodded, hypnotized by the sight of his mother's
breasts.

	"Still like my tits, don't you - even if they aren't very
big?" she said as she reached up with both hands and began to play
with her nipples, bringing them to erection.

	"Wanna know a little secret?" Norma asked conspiratorially.

	Again Bobby just nodded, watching his mother fondle herself.

	"Promise you won't tell anyone?" she half teased.

	Another nod and a barely audible, "uhn uhn."

	"Well - after that first time in the bathroom I, uh, borrowed
one of your magazines; the same one you were looking at that day. And
I jacked off to the same picture you were looking at. That woman sure
had nice big tits, didn't she."

	"You mean you... "

	"That's right, darling. I like looking at pictures of naked
women when I masturbate, too. Just like you do."

	Bobby's eyes were still glued to Norma's breasts and it was
just a matter of seconds before Norma noticed his prick was now
standing almost straight up between his legs; a bead of pre-cum had
leaked from the tip and was running down the underside of the rigid
shaft. As she continued to pull on one nipple with one hand, she
stuck the forefinger of her other hand in her mouth and sucked on it,
making it wet. Then she reached the saliva laden finger down to
Bobby's lips and began to spread her spit on them as she said, "I
understand it really turns men on - watching a woman play with her own
breasts. Does that excite you Bobby? Do you like to watch me play with
my tits, huh?"

	"Uh, yeah, it does, mom," he said somewhat hoarsely as his
mother's moist finger caressed his lips and worked its way into his
mouth to play with his tongue.

	"I also understand that men really get turned on watching a
woman suck her own breasts, but mine are too small for that. Would
that excite you if I *could* do that?"

	His mouth being otherwise occupied for the moment, Bobby
could only nod his head slightly as he swallowed hard.

	"Well, I'm really sorry that I can't do that for you, darling.
The best I can do is to lick my nipple - I can't actually suck it.
Thank god I was blessed with a long tongue and big nipples, huh. I do
this a lot when I masturbate by myself, you know," Norma said removing
her finger from her son's mouth and using that hand to push her small
tit upward, tilting the long fat nipple toward her mouth. Lowering her
head and sticking out her tongue she first let a long stream of saliva
drip from it until the nipple was completely soaked. Then she began to
lick the nipple she was offering herself and the sight was driving
Bobby crazy.

	"I see in some of your magazines that there's some pictures of
one woman sucking another woman's tits. Do you think it would be
exciting to watch another woman suck my breasts. Do you think that
would turn you on?"

	Bobby couldn't believe he was hearing this from his own
mother, but then his mind turned to the previous evening's activities
in the den and he conjured up an image of Mrs. Bishop sucking on his
mother's nipples and the vision caused his cock to jump as he once
again nodded his head.

	"Tell me, Bobby. Have you ever looked at those pictures of
women sucking each other's tits while you jacked off. Have you?" Norma
said. She was now so aroused herself that she was finding it hard to
talk.

	"Yeah, mom, I have. I think it's really sexy. I'd really like
to watch another woman suck your tits, too. Did you ever have that
done to you?" he asked, wondering whether she would tell him about
anything she had done with Mrs. Bishop.

	"Have what do to me, honey?"

	"You know, have another woman suck your nipples?"

	"Uh huh, yes I have. And I'll tell you about it sometime if
you'd like. But not now. Now it's time for your enema. God, this has
gotten me horny. Are you horny, love?"

	It took all her willpower, but Norma managed to stop fondling
herself and reached for the hose hanging from the rubber bag. Holding
the douche nozzle in one hand she stepped directly in front of Bobby
and said, "Now open your legs wide, OK? And believe me, you're really
going to like this."

	Bobby did as he was told and spread his muscular thighs as
wide as they would go. Norma inserted three fingers in her mouth and
got them as wet as she could. Then she leaned forward and inserted her
hand between her son's thighs and under his buttocks being super
careful to avoid having her arm come in contact with her son's rampant
prick. Norma began to feel around the crack of his ass and when she
touched the taut muscle ring of his anus his body gave a sudden jerk.
This brought his hard penis in contact with his mother's forearm which
caused him to jerk violently again.

	"My, my, you are sensitive back there, aren't you, love. But
please try and hold still. I don't want to injure you with these long
fingernails."

	Bobby was now confounded by a number of different feelings and
emotions, but he was most aware of his mother's fingers gently
pressuring his rectum. She worked there ever so slowly until she had
gotten the entrance to his ass good and wet and the tip of her middle
finger past the anal sphincter, but then she stopped to let him get
accustomed to the feeling. Norma's biggest fear at the moment was that
he would be so sensitive that he would cum just as quickly as he had
the previous evening when he was finger fucking himself back there.
But he didn't, although she could feel the muscles clenching her
finger contracting and releasing. She felt the same contractions with
her forearm which was now up against the side of his big hard-on
towering almost straight up.

	"OK?" she asked softly and when he nodded she began to probe
further up his ass, working her finger in and out while twisting it
back and forth at the same time until she finally had most of her
finger buried in his rectum. The feeling was exquisite to Bobby. He
was tense, but that only added to his arousal as he felt her moving
her finger around. The sight of her breasts hanging down from her bent
over position, her face right next to his and the combined smell of
her perfume and cunt were making him dizzy. God, how he wanted to
reach out and touch those tits, but thought better of it.

	Then Norma withdrew her finger from him and took the douche
nozzle from her other hand and began to insert it up his ass. It was
actually smaller than her finger so he hardly felt it go in. When
Norma had the nozzle positioned as far up his rectum as it would go
she said, "I want you to hold this in with your hand, Bobby. Here -
put your hand under you and take hold of it, OK?"

	Bobby reached under him with his right hand and took the
juncture of the hose and nozzle from his mother's grasp as Norma stood
up and reached for the clamp. Norma undid the clip, but held the hose
clamped with her fingers as she said, "Ok. I'm going to let a little
of the enema go now. If you start to cramp up or it hurts just say so
and I'll stop."

	She very slowly lessened the pressure of her fingers on the
hose and Bobby began to feel the warm water enter his bowels. It was
an amazing sensation and nothing like he had feared or remembered.
Looking up at his mother standing above him, her turgid nipples
jutting out from her huge dark areoles not a foot from his face he was
even more surprised when Norma raised one of her legs and placed her
high heel softly on his thigh, her long, full leg right in front of
his face.

	"You never did get a chance to feel my legs last night did
you? I think you said you wanted to, but you fell asleep first, huh?
Well - why don't you do it now, if you want to. Go ahead, feel up my
leg," Norma croaked, her voice cracking from her own arousal as she
looked down at her son's twitching prick.

	Bobby stared at the nylon sheathed leg right in front of him
and said, "Are you sure it's OK, mom? You won't mind? Really?"

	"No, Bobby, I don't mind. I know that's what you want to do.
And I want you to do it. Go on, feel my leg, son."

	Bobby reached up with his left hand and hesitantly cupped the
back of his mother's large calf in his palm and began to slowly
squeeze it. Then he started to run his hand up and down the back of
her leg from ankle to knee and back again a number of times.

	"Does it feel good, Bobby. Do you like feeling my leg?"

	As the water continued to trickle into his insides the
pressure was having an effect on Bobby's libido and he was almost
beside himself with passion. "Jesus, mom, yeah, it feels so good. I
love this. I love feeling you up. Your legs are so beautiful. I've
dreamed of this for so long... "

	"I know, love. I've wanted this for a long time, too. It feels
so great having you feel up my legs." After a short pause Norma said,
"Would you like to kiss my leg, Bobby. Would you like to lick it with
your tongue. Go ahead - do it. I want you to. Give my leg a tongue
bath. Lick it all over. Make it good and wet for me."

	As Bobby leaned forward and laid the flat of his tongue on the
side of his mother's leg, Norma noticed that the water bottle was
almost empty and reset the clamp. As he began licking his mother's
calf he forgot about the enema nozzle stuck up his ass and let go of
it so he could hold her leg with both hands as he kissed it.

	The reaction was immediate as his water bloated insides
spasmed once. The douche nozzle was blown out of his asshole and a
powerful jet of the enema shot out of his rectum. Remaining calm,
Norma leaned over him and hit the flush lever on the toilet as another
spasm released even more of the enema and then it came in a steady
stream as her son was engrossed in feeling and kissing and licking her
leg.

	When Bobby appeared to have evacuated all of the water, Norma
removed her leg from his grasp and set her foot on the floor. "Now I
want you to clean up, dear, and then come meet me in the bedroom."

	As Norma moved back, Bobby stood up unsteadily, his immense
prick waving in front of him and stepped into the shower. Norma left
the bathroom as Bobby turned on the shower and closed the curtain. But
it wasn't two minutes later until Norma heard the water shut off and
Bobby came into the bedroom toweling himself, his hard-on still
sticking straight out from his crotch.

	When he saw his mother sitting on the edge of the bed, thighs
spread wide, playing with her pussy he gave her a quizzical look to
which she responded, "I'm just keeping it warm for you, darling. And
no need to worry; even if I did cum, it wouldn't make any difference
right now. I can cum a dozen times to your once. But I'm glad to see
you resisted jacking off in the shower; I don't want you to cum yet.
When you do I want you to sperm my tits with your hard penis, OK? Like
you asked me if you could once? Remember?"

	The thought returned to Bobby and gave him a rush. He was
about to drop the towel right there on the bedroom floor when his
mother said, "Go put the towel back in the bathroom, dear, and fetch
the gift I brought you; it's time for another little surprise. And
bring the K-Y jelly, too. It's in the medicine cabinet above the
sink."

			  Friday Afternoon
			       Part 12

	When Bobby again entered his mother's bedroom she was still
seated on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide, masturbating.
Seeing him she said, "Come over here and stand right in front of me,
OK."

	Bobby walked over and stood directly in front of Norma, his
stiff prick pointing directly at her face. "Why don't you set that
stuff down for a minute." He did as instructed and tossed the large
double dildo and tube of K-Y jelly toward the head of the bed.

	"God, lover, your prick is huge. I can't believe how big you
are. You didn't get it from your father, that's for sure!" and she
emitted a short burst of mirth at this. "I hope you don't mind, but
I'm really going crazy. I never imagined giving you an enema could get
me so aroused. It never did before. Before we go any further I've just
got to jack myself off or I won't be able to function. Be a good dear
and just stand right where you are so I can look at that fucking sexy
hard penis of yours while I cum, OK?"

	Bobby didn't say anything, but put both hands on his hips and
jutted his straining cock out toward his mother's face. All she would
have to do is lean forward just a little and she could take it in his
mouth, Bobby thought and hoped. But Norma remained motionless except
for the increasingly rapid movement of her hand in her pussy. Her face
and upper chest were now blotched with red spots and her breathing had
grown ragged as she masturbated her cunt furiously while staring
transfixed at her son's hard-on.

	"Damn, I'm so fucking hot," she said, "I just love having you
watch me jill off as much as I enjoy watching you. It's just so
fucking lewd."

	Looking down at her, Bobby wondered if his imagination were
playing tricks on him; his mother's nipples now appeared to be about
twice their normal size. And then he saw what had in fact happened. In
her excitement the areoles had puckered up and pushed her nipples even
further out than normal, becoming the back part of the nipple itself
and swelling outward. He was fascinated by this transformation, but
didn't have long to study it.

	In less than a minute Norma's legs suddenly came together
trapping her vibrating hand between her thighs. Her body went rigid as
the peak of her orgasm slammed into her and she grunted loudly as each
spasm came and went until she was finished and flopped back on the
bed, arms widespread. Bobby fell to the bed on his knees beside her
and leaned down to gently kiss her mouth saying, "Gosh, mom, that was
powerful. Are you OK?"

	"Oh, Bobby, yesss - it was so good. I needed that. Thank you,
son, for being so patient," Norma said, grasping for breath. "Give me
just a minute to recover and it'll be your turn."

	At that point the thing Bobby wanted to do most was just lie
down full length right on top of his mother and stick his big dick up
her drenched cunt. The desire was almost overpowering in its intensity
and it would be so easy to do. So before he made that mistake he
pushed himself up to his knees and back onto his feet at the side of
the bed. He knew the rules and didn't want to get his mother angry at
him and ruin whatever she had in store next. He was learning quickly
that Norma was a master of the erotic and whatever her next surprise
was, it would be worth denying himself the risk of an impetuous
moment.

	Looking at his mother's breasts, which in her present position
made them flatten out and appear that she didn't have any breasts at
all, he saw that the nipples had returned to their normal state and
the large areoles had once again reappeared. It crossed his mind just
then how amazing it was that women could be so much alike, yet so
different. He thought of Mrs. Bishop's large swelling breasts and
puffy, pink areoles and contrasted them in his mind with his mother's
and wondered if Mrs. Bishop's nipples reacted the same way when she
excited. The answer evaded him, but another question took its place
and found voice as he said, "Mom, would you tell me now, like you said
you would, about another woman sucking your breasts? I'd really like
to hear about it."

	"God, you're a curious kid, you know that. But, yeah, I'll
tell you if you really want to know. First though, I want to do
something else and then when we're set I'll talk to you about it."

	Sitting up now, Norma reached over and grabbed the long, thick
rubber double dildo and held it out to her son. "Here - take this,"
she said as she then picked up the tube of K-Y jelly as Bobby took the
dildo from her.

	Opening the tube of lubricant she said, "Hold your toy over
here and let me put some jelly on it." Bobby reached the dildo to her
and she squeezed out a gob of the clear stuff onto the nearest head.
"Now give me your hand as well - that's it. Now I want you to grease
up your butt really good with this stuff - but be careful! I don't
want you to cum right away like you did last night."

	"Aw come on, mom. You don't really want me to put this in me,
do you?" Bobby asked incredulously.

	"Uh huh, I sure do. I know this is something new for you, but
I think you're going to really enjoy this. Remember - trust me, OK.
Now, move over here and put one leg up on the bed. It'll make things
easier."

	Bobby was having doubts about this whole business, but went
ahead and set his leg on the bed, reaching around behind him with the
jelly on his fingers and began to gingerly apply it to his anal area.

	"That's it, darling. Get it good and slick. Now use your
finger and get some of it inside your ass." As Bobby did this and
began pushing some of the jelly up his rectum with his finger Norma
took his other hand and steadied the dildo as she smeared jelly over
half its length from the knobby tip to where his hand gripped it.

	"Ok, good. Now go ahead and put that beautiful little toy up
your ass, love. Go on, but just take your time. Don't force it.
That's it," Norma coached as Bobby moved the head of the instrument to
the entrance of his ass and, using both hands now, applied enough
pressure to get the head in, forcing wide the anal sphincter, now
tight from his obvious nervousness.

	"Ahhhh," Bobby moaned and closed his eyes as he felt the big
knobby end of the fake cock pass the ring of muscle and enter his
rectum. He didn't need his mother to tell him what to do now as he
began to slowly twist and turn and push the rubber cock further into
his ass. It was nothing like he had ever felt before and he had the
fleeting thought that this must be what it's like when gays fucked
each other and he now understood a little of what women must feel like
when they were being fucked in the cunt.

	In a lust filled daze he continued to work the dildo further
and further up his ass until he heard his mother's voice say, "Hey,
whoaaaa. That's enough, son - don't let's be selfish about this, now.
Leave a little for me, OK."

	Leave a little for me???? Bobby's confused mind questioned.
But he didn't have time to ponder that as he felt Norma's hands on his
hips, gently guiding him as she directed, "Now get down on on the bed,
dear," and she turned him and pushed gently so that he cam down on the
bed on his one hand and knees, the other hand still holding the dildo
in his ass.

	"Now move up toward the head of the bed and turn over on your
back - that's it," Norma said, still helping him as he propped himself
up on a pillow against the headboard. In this position he found that
he had to keep his legs and thighs somewhat back toward his chest so
the dildo sticking from his ass wouldn't be pressured into the
mattress. Norma now got up on the bed and sat facing him. "Now spread
your legs a little," she said as she stretched her legs out toward him
and began pushing herself forward in his direction.

	"What are you doing, mom?" Bobby asked puzzled.

	"Just be patient - you'll see." Norma then raised her right
leg and laid it over Bobby's left thigh while moving her left leg
under his right thigh. "Now move just a little toward me, darling."

	Still not knowing what his mother was up to he did as he was
told and moved down toward her until Norma laid back on her one hand
and reached forward and took hold of the dildo projecting from his
rear with the other. Seeing the surprised look on his face she said,
"Get the idea now, lover? Huh?"

	To Bobby's amazement, Norma guided the exposed end of the
rubber cock right at the entrance to her sopping wet cunt and
leveraged herself even closer to him, managing to get the head in.
When she had a couple of inches inside her she stopped moving and just
stayed partially on her side, propped up on her elbow.

	"Wow, mom!" Bobby exclaimed.

	"Neat, huh," Norma retorted as she slowly began to slide the
dildo further into herself causing it to slide in the opposite
direction in her son's asshole and making him jerk involuntarily.
"Hang on, Bobby, you'll get used to it in just a bit."

	Using her hand in a back and forth motion, Norma began to set
up a regular motion with the rubber cock imbedded firmly in both their
openings. As close together as they were there wasn't much room for
movement, but it was sufficient to set up highly erotic charges in
both of them as they now stared lustfully into each other's eyes.
Norma could also see that her actions were causing her son's large
erection to twitch violently and she asked, "You're not going to cum
yet, are you Bobby?"

	"God, I'm awfully close. Maybe you'd better stop for a moment
or so."

	Norma quickly stopped the action of her arm and just lay
motionless and looked at Bobby who was now plainly sweating all over.

	"Feel good?"

	"Oooo, yeah, it does. Does it feel good to you, too?" he
asked.

	"Of course it does, silly. Now tell me, was I wrong? Don't you
like being fucked in the ass?"

	"You were right," Bobby answered and quickly considering the
situation continued, "but say, who's fucking who here?" and chuckled
in spite of himself.

	"Damn it, Bobby, it's 'who's fucking WHOM.' Can't you get that
straight?" Norma chided, but decided not to push it. As it worked out,
however, the comical nature of this aside worked in both their favors
as it lessened the sexual tension to the point where both of them
backed off from the brink of climax.

	Not wanting to completely lose the erotic thread Norma said,
"Oh well, let's just say that we're both getting fucked and doing the
fucking. How about we're both being double fucked? Sound OK with you?"
and this time they both laughed aloud.

	When the humor passed, Bobby jumped in with, "Mom, tell me now
about having another woman suck your breasts - please." This little
verbal surprise caused Norma to adjust the hand she was using to
manipulate the dildo so that she could grasp it and at the same time
rub her swollen pussy lips and engorged clitoris with the side of her
hand. In so doing it also moved the rubber cock inside Bobby's asshole
which caused him to moan and say, "Whoops. Be careful, please."

	"Sorry, darling. Do you really want to hear about that?"

	"Yes, sure. God, I'm so hot right now I'd just love to SEE
anybody sucking on you're nipples, but especially another woman. Did
you really like it?"

	"Yes, Bobby, I really liked it. Well, maybe not so much at
first because I was scared. I mean, scared about having sex with
another woman. You know, the first time?"

	"Uh huh. Mom, are you a lesbian?"

	Norma was taken aback by both the question and the seriousness
of her son's voice as he asked it and it took her a second to ponder
her answer. "No, Bobby, I'm not a lesbian. Lesbians lead a lesbian
lifestyle and I'm not interested in that. But I do like having sex
with women as well as men and I've been doing so since I was a
freshman in college. That's where my roommate introduced me to it."

	Bobby considered what his mother had said and made the not
quite gigantic leap in his mind to the next question unaware at the
moment of the can of worms he was about to open. "Mom, I know you're
mad at her for what happened in the car, but do you like Mrs. Bishop?"

	When he saw the sudden change in Norma's facial features as
she added two and two together, Bobby knew that he had irreversibly
crossed the line and that there was no going back now. Norma paused
just long enough for him to get in and try to rescue the
situation."Mom, I gotta tell you something and I hope you won't be
mad, but I heard what happened down in the den last night."

	At that, Norma sat bolt upright, tearing herself from her end
of the double dildo and said, "You what... ?"

	For the next five minutes Bobby gave an uninterrupted
monologue of the events he had witnessed, finishing with, "... but I
never actually saw anything. I hope you're not mad at me."

	"No, my love, I'm not mad at you. I'm just sorry that you had
to be subjected to that sad little scene. That was something I wish
I'd never instigated and that you'd never know about. I can't imagine
how you feel about me."

	"Well, I'm a little bit jealous right now."

	"Why should you be jealous. Tell me."

	"Because I love you, mom."

	"I know you do, son, and I love you too."

	"No. I don't mean like I've always loved you. I mean I really
love you. You know, like being in love. Do you love me the same way -
even just a little?"

	The sweet sincerity of her young son's words pulled at her
heartstrings as she said, "You know I do, sweetheart. I do love you.
Just because I also like having sex with women doesn't mean that I
don't have different feelings for you, you know."

	"You said you like to have other women suck your breasts. Does
that mean that you also like to do other things with them?"

	"Yes, Bobby, I like doing other things as well."

	"Do you like to suck other women's tits, mom?"

	"Uh huh, yes I do."

	"And do you like to eat their cunts, too? And do they eat
you?"

	"Yes. Uh huh."

	"And do you do those things with Mrs. Bishop?"

	After a second's hesitation Norma nodded her head and said,
"Yes."

	"And you suck her tits and she sucks yours and you give each
other orgasms and stuff."

	"Yes. As a matter of fact, Caroline is just as crazy about my
big nipples as you are. She can't seem to get enough of playing with
them and sucking them."

	"Well, that's why I'm jealous."

	"I don't understand, Bobby. What do you have to be jealous
of?"

	"I'm jealous because Mrs. Bishop can suck your tits and cunt
and you won't even let me touch you and you won't really touch me. I
love you, mom, and I want to be able to do those things too. And I
really want to fuck you. I don't understand why Mrs. Bishop can do
those things and I can't," Bobby said with a definite sadness to his
voice.

	"Oh - I see," Norma answered. "I'm so sorry, dear, but you've
just got to understand that because I do love you that I feel it's
just best if keep a certain distance. And as much as I would love to
have you fuck me, it's absolutely out of the question. The risk is
just too great and if anything ever happened it would ruin your life -
and mine too. You don't want that to happen, do you?" she pleaded.

	"No, I guess not." And Norma could tell the resignation in his
voice was genuine.

	Most seriously Norma said, "Son - you need to know that I
suffer just as much as you do. I want those same things, but some
things just aren't meant to be. So I'm just trying to make the best of
it for both of us. Can you understand that?"

	"Sure, mom. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stir up trouble."

	"It's OK, Bobby. I know you didn't. Let's just try to enjoy
each other the best we can, OK?" but Norma could see from his now
rapidly shrinking member that the situation had deteriorated. In an
attempt to reverse the impending course of events, Norma forced a sexy
smile to her face and leaned forward to grasp the loose end of the
dildo still sticking out of her son's rear.

	"I guess you're not much in the mood anymore, but I still am.
So would you just mind if I get myself off with this and then we can
sort things out more?"

	"I'm sorry. Sure - go ahead," Bobby said absentmindedly.

	In the process of getting the dildo back into her cunt Norma
began moving it around, noticing that it was indeed having an effect
on Bobby when she saw his half hard prick start to twitch and expand
again.

	"Why don't you just lie back for a minute or so and let me
finish myself off, OK? And if you wouldn't mind too much, it'd be nice
if you'd rub my legs while I'm doing it."

	"Sure - I'd love to," he said as he cupped the back of his
mother's full calf with one hand, moving it up and down as he squeezed
it. Norma then resumed her previous movements with the dildo and began
jacking it in and out of her cunt and her son's anus alternately. In
no time at all she could see that Bobby's penis was once again hard
and throbbing, just as her own clit and cunt lips were.

	"Jesus, Bobby, I'm going to cum real quick. Is it OK?"

	"Yeah, sure mom," he panted, once again excited to his
previous level, the rubber cock in his ass doing a number on his
prostate. "I think I'm gonna cum to - real soon."

	It was one of those unplanned moments as both Bobby and his
mother sat up at the same time facing each other. The action caused
the dildo to bend in the middle between them, but it stayed put in
both his ass and her cunt. There was now no room for Norma to move it
so she quickly switched her hand to her clit and began to furiously
jack it with her fingers.

	Suddenly, Bobby came up and to one side so that his rigid
prick was now on a level with his mother's bare tits. He let go of the
leg he had been feeling up and started to jack off his penis as he
screamed, "Here it cums, mother - here - it - cums!" and a long, thick
gob of viscous sperm shot out of his cock directly onto his mother's
exposed right nipple.

	Seeing this pushed Norma over the edge and she went rigid, but
managed to almost shout, "Oh, yesss, Bobby! Cum on my tits!
Cumonmytits, you fucking horny prick! Do it! Sperm my tits, lover!
Jizm my breasts!"

	As she frantically jerked her pussy and spasmed, he did too,
sending blast after blast of semen onto both of his mother's bare
breasts until they were speckled all over with jizm. Norma reached up
with one hand and started to smear it all around her chest, scooping
up some of the copious load with two of her fingers and bringing it to
her mouth and then leaning forward to kiss her son, licking his lips
with his own sperm and pushing it into his mouth with her tongue.

	As the climax began diminishing they both put their arms
around each other while still kissing deeply, Norma rubbing her cum
soaked bosom against her son's sweaty torso, moaning and panting into
each other's mouths as Bobby sucked on her tongue and lips. Finally
they broke apart, the dildo forgotten for the time being.