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Archive name: friday1.txt (mother/son, inc, ped)
Authors name: Anonymous NixPixer 1993
Story title : Friday Afternoon - Part 1 of 6

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

***

Bobby sat on the commode in the plush upstairs bathroom 
with a thin, well-worn magazine of grainy photographs of 
nude women in his left hand and his K-Y jelly-lubricated 
erection in his right. 

As he stared at a waist-to-head picture of a 
particularly sexy brunette with medium sized breasts he 
slid his jelly-slick hand slowly up and down his hard 
penis while trying to imagine what it would be like to 
have this woman sitting live across from him watching 
him jacking off instead of just staring back at him 
lifelessly from a piece of paper. 

Nonetheless, as he stroked himself that good sensation 
in his groin continued to build. It wouldn't be long now 
before his cock would spew out that marvelous white jism 
onto the face of this woman who turned him on so much 
with her sexy sneer. Although it would ruin another 
couple of pages of the magazine, Bobby just couldn't 
seem to help himself; it gave him such a thrill to come 
on the faces of the women who turned him on.

Today was unusual in that the basketball coach had 
called off the normal after-school practice and Bobby 
was able to go home early. He had planned to use the 
time to catch up on his homework, but when he got home 
he hadn't seen his mother's car in the driveway and 
figured she must have stayed late at work. Thinking he 
had the house to himself, he hurried to the upstairs 
bathroom to relieve himself of the tension that had been 
building in him because of two incidents earlier in the 
day.

The first had happened while he was getting dressed for 
school. He had been passing down the hallway on his way 
to the bathroom when he happened to glance through the 
half-opened door of his parents' bedroom and caught a 
glimpse of his mother, Norma, clad in only bra and 
panties as she got dressed for work. Although the glance 
was only fleeting it was enough to set him on edge. 

Norma was a tall, statuesque woman whose most striking 
features were her long, wavy black hair which cascaded 
down her back almost to her waist and her equally long 
full legs. From the time Bobby began to develop sexually 
he had been attracted to her and her beautiful legs held 
a special fascination for him. 

From time to time he would masturbate while fantasizing 
what it would be like to be able to fondle and kiss his 
mother's legs. He was also extremely curious about her 
breasts, which appeared to be slightly on the small 
side. Try as he might, he had yet to see his mother's 
bare breasts and this just inflamed his imagination that 
much more.

The second 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 washcloth 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 titillating 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.

"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 reseated herself on the 
edge of the tub. In her hand she held what appeared to 
Bobby to be a bunch of photographs, but he couldn't see 
what they were. Then his mother said, "Bobby, I'd like 
you to see these, if you want to, but first you have to 
promise me that you won't ever tell anyone you've seen 
them, OK? Promise?"

"Sure mom, if you don't want me to say anything, I 
won't," Bobby said, thinking that maybe his mother had 
some girly pictures of his father's or something.

Without saying anything Norma held the photos toward her 
son. Bobby took them in his dry hand while reaching for 
a towel to wipe off the K-Y jelly on his other hand. 
Having done so he then looked down at the top photo and 
was stunned.

There, in full living color, was a picture of none other 
than his mother dressed up whorishly like many of the 
girls in the magazines. She had on sheer black stockings 
held up by suspenders from a black garter belt and high 
heels that made her beautiful legs look even longer and 
fuller. But what attracted his immediate attention was 
that her upper torso was encased in a partial bra that 
lifted her breasts and pushed them out while leaving the 
nipples completely exposed. 

He felt his soft cock twitch and began to harden again 
as he gazed at the magnificently large dark brown 
areolae and nipples on his mother's breasts. They were 
huge - larger than any he had ever seen in a magazine or 
even imagined existed. And they jutted straight out from 
her tits tilting slightly upward and outward.

As he continued to stare at that one picture he was 
aware that his cock was swelling and that it was in 
plain view of his mother's sight. Still, he couldn't 
seem to remove his eyes from the picture.

When he finally did look up at his mother she had a sexy 
smile on her face and said in a low, husky voice, "It's 
OK, Bobby. You can look at the rest of them, too, if you 
want."

"Is this really you, mom?" he asked, somewhat confused 
and a little embarrassed at being so boldly confronted 
with his own mother's sexuality.

"Yes, Bobby, it really is me. But don't ask how they 
were taken that's my secret. Just go ahead and look at 
them, OK."

Bobby just nodded his head as he took the second photo. 
It showed his mother sitting upright on the edge of a 
straight-backed chair. Her legs were spread and he could 
now make out a thick black patch of pubic hair between 
her legs. This inflamed him even more. He had never 
before considered even remotely the possibility that his 
mother had a sexual side, but that idea was changing 
rapidly.

There were about six pictures in all of his mother in 
various poses and dressed the same in each picture. The 
last one was somewhat different, however, insomuch as 
now his mother was sitting 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 areolae had a pebbled 
textured and the nipples themselves were longer than 
they appeared in the pictures.

"Nice, huh, Bobby?" his mother said teasingly. "Doesn't 
the sight of my bare tits and nipples really make you 
want to jack your cock?"

Bobby couldn't seem to move. He was mesmerized as he 
sat, his one hand holding his rock hard prick in a near 
death grip.

He didn't actually need to move, though, because when 
his mother said, "My nipples get even longer and fatter 
when I play with them," and reached both hands up and 
began to pull, twist and tug at the already turgid 
nipples, Bobby had a spontaneous orgasm right on the 
spot.

His rigid cock began to spew out jet after jet of thick 
white jism, the first couple of spurts traversing the 
short space between them and landing on his mother's 
thighs, soaking into the fabric of her slacks.

"Ohhh, Bobby, yessss!" Norma purred, "Yes - oh, shoot 
out all that lovely cum, son. That's right, jack your 
cock, honey. Make it spurt! Jack it off for me, dear!"

Hearing his mother's exhortations, Bobby then began to 
frig himself violently causing his cock to renew its 
spasms sending even thicker 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.

Continued in part 2...

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