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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Friday Afternoon - 5 (mother/son, inc, ped) by Anon NixPixer 1993 *** Following the dramatic events of Saturday morning both Bobby and his mother had been so exhausted that they slept until late afternoon. Norma was the first up and made them a beautiful dinner in the middle of which Jake, father and husband, unexpectedly showed up. It seems that everything had been settled and he was back home again. That put a crimp on mother and son's plans for the rest of the weekend. Actually from that point; for some time. There didn't seem to be a spare moment when they were both home together that something didn't get in the way of their getting together again. From time to time they would give each other long knowing soulful looks, but that was all that passed between them. For his part, Bobby was so hyper that he had to masturbate three and four times a day just to keep the tension down and to allow him to think of other things besides his mother. Each time he did it he replayed the events from that Saturday morning when his mother had put on a masturbation display he still found difficult to believe happened. Now matter how often he jacked off, the moment he began fantasizing about his mother bent over in front of him with clothespins on her long nipples, that huge cucumber stuck up her cunt while she frantically finger fucked her own asshole he came almost immediately. As a result of that incident, Norma had a constant reminder for days afterward because her nipples were extremely sore from having been clamped with the clothespins. No matter what kind of clothes she wore she was always subconsciously aware of the tenderness in her breasts. When the acute soreness began to fade, however, she sought to re-intensify the feeling by wearing rough materials without a bra, which she didn't really need, so that it would rub her nipples. Like her son Bobby, she too masturbated frequently, more than she was used to in the past. And she also fantasized about their second time together. Her vision of the incident differed, however, in that she concentrated on the sight of her son sitting on the very edge of the bed, hands tied behind his back with his enormous hard penis jerking untouched in the air as it shot spurt after spurt of thick jism, some of it landing on her. She had never before seen a man cum without some sort of tactile stimulation and knowing that she alone had aroused her son to such a point was something she would never forget. Norma was entranced with her son's penis. To her it was the iconized focal point of all her lust and passion. It baffled her that given her sexual experience she should have become so obsessed with just this one organ, but she was and she just accepted the fact and gave in to it. The only regret she had was that she had forbade any physical contact between her and her son; they had both agreed to it and she was determined to hold to it for the sake of both of them. She knew her son was in agony, but she couldn't help him without putting their situation in jeopardy. She felt the same pangs of frustration herself, she was sure. They would just both have to wait until opportunity presented itself and not get foolhardy. He was young and restless and probably innocently unaware of the tragedy which could befall them at any turn so she took it upon herself to be strong and control the situation. Two weeks had passed without incident or opportunity until, on Friday afternoon Norma got home from work and got a phone call from the office pleading with her to drive the twenty miles to Charleston and pick up some badly needed documents at their branch office there. Jake, her husband, was already home and just lounging around - god, she could kill the bastard - and Bobby was downstairs in the den watching television. He had probably hoped, as she had, that they would be able to use this time to be together. She reluctantly agreed, therefore, to make the trip and was set to go out the door when the idea occurred to her. She turned and went upstairs to the den. Walking in she said, "Hi, sport. Wanna take a ride?" "Hi, mom. Where to?" "Oh, I just have to run over to Charleston and pick up some papers for work. Won't take long. Just thought you might like to ride along." Bobby considered this for a couple of seconds and then said, "Sure. Why not." Grabbing his jacket he headed upstairs behind his mother. As they climbed the steep stairs Bobby's eyes were right level with his mother's legs just a couple of feet in front of him. Just then he would have given anything to be able to reach out and feel them up, to bury his face in their fullness and kiss them and lick them with his tongue. It gave him an almost instant hard-on which he surreptitiously had to adjust as they reached the top of the stairs. It was a pleasant late afternoon drive on the back roads to Charleston and Norma enjoyed the ride through alternating farm fields and woods. She was painfully aware, however, that Bobby was not looking at the wonderful fall scenery; his eyes were glued to her legs as she drove. The above the knee skirt she had worn that day had ridden up on her thighs giving her son a pretty good eyeful. Watching the constantly curving road, she couldn't look over at him long enough to see whether he had a hard-on or not, but she was pretty sure that he did. Neither wanted to bring up the topic which was foremost on their minds, especially with the thought of another weekend at home with Jake around and no way to get together. About half way there a straight stretch of road came up and Norma now took the chance to take a long look at her son. When she looked over her suspicions were confirmed. He was looking straight down at her legs and they had a glazed look about them. Then she dropped her eyes to his crotch and saw that instead of just a hard-on he had his hand in his pocket and was obviously playing with himself. She was so surprised that she almost ran the car off the road, but managed to keep it straight. "For god's sake, Bobby! If you have to do it, then go ahead and do it, but don't try and hide it." "Uh, do what, mom?" he asked, surprised as he looked up. "You know damn well what," Norma said almost angrily. "Do you think I was born yesterday?!" "I'm sorry, mom," he answered contritely, "I really am. It's just that I'm so turned on and I didn't think you would notice." Her own frustration was coming out as anger toward her son and she knew it and didn't like it. Attempting to smooth things over she said, "I know. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I guess I'm just a little jealous about what you're doing and can't do it myself. And I'm really pissed off that it's been 2 weeks now and there's still no hope in sight. I'll try to be more patient, OK?" "Gee, mom, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, honest." "No, no, it's OK - really. If you want to masturbate, why don't you unzip your pants and take it out and do it." She picked up her purse and handed it toward him saying, "Look in here. There's some Kleenex. That way, when you cum you won't make a mess of your clothes." Without saying anything Bobby took the preferred purse and rummaged around coming up with the tissues which he set on the seat with the purse. Then he proceeded to unzip his pants and reached his hand in and with some difficulty finally managed to work his large erection through his underwear and out his fly. Hesitating he asked, "Are you sure this is OK, mom?" "Of course it is, darling. I understand. But you'd better hurry or we'll be to Charleston before you get a chance to cum." Bobby hesitated and then said, "Maybe I ought to wait, then. If I wait, will you let me do it on the way back?" "Sure, if that's what you want. Maybe that's best anyway." "OK, I'll wait then." And he pulled his pants over his cock and tucked it back in as best he could. "Have you been jacking off a lot, Bobby?" Norma asked, once again taking her son by surprise with the frankness of her speech. "Uh, yeah, I have, I guess," he answered in a low voice. "More than once a day?" "Yeah. Sometimes three and four times." "Jesus, that's a lot isn't it?" "I've gotta do it, mom, otherwise I go nuts cause I get so horny I can't think of anything else and can't get anything done. Especially my schoolwork." Just then they came to the city limits. As they entered the outskirts of town, Norma spotted an old seedy motel and for one crazy moment considered just renting a room for a couple of hours and throwing caution to the wind. But the urge passed as quickly as it came and she drove on finally arriving at the business. She went in and got the papers and was back in the car in a jiffy and they were again headed back home. No sooner were they clear of the town than Norma said, "OK Bobby, if you want to do it, go ahead." Bobby reached into his pants again and had an easier time of getting his cock out this time because he was now only half hard even though he noticed that his mother had made sure that when she got in the car her skirt was all the way up on her thighs to where he could make out the swell of her pubis under her pantyhose. "My legs don't turn you on anymore," Norma mock pouted when she noticed his condition. "No. It's not that. I was just thinking that I have to play a game tonight and maybe I shouldn't do it. The coach said that sex was bad for us 24 hours before a game." Norma didn't know what to say to that, but she didn't want to let this opportunity go to waste. Thinking fast she reached up with one hand and opened her suit coat wide. Then she began unbuttoning her blouse. When it was open she then took the front clasp of her bra in her fingers and pushed it together until it too was open. As she pulled each cup of the bra to the side and exposed her breasts to her son's view the draft from the half open car windows created a chill on her and her nipples became instantly erect. Bobby's eyes took this all in and his cock sprang to life again. Norma glanced quickly over at him and seeing her actions had the desired result she remarked, "That ought to help, huh?" "Oh, god, mom," Bobby moaned as his hand went to his stiff cock and he began to jack it. "Does it feel good, Bobby? Does it, huh?" she asked in a sultry voice. And before he could answer she went on, "I just love to watch you play with yourself. I haven't had a chance to really tell you how much I enjoyed our little session last time. Did you like it too?" "I can't talk, mom. The sight of those hard nipples and your big beautiful legs is... oh shit, here it comes!! Ohhhh... unghhhh!!" and Bobby's cock once more let loose a torrent of semen which flew all over the place. When the spasms passed he just flopped back against the door and closed his eyes. To Norma's disappointment she had missed most of the action but she was aware of one thing. "Uh, dear, you forgot to use the Kleenex." "Oh hell, I'm sorry," he rejoined and roused himself out of his post orgasmic lethargy. He picked up the Kleenex and starting haphazardly swiping at the tracks he'd left. When he got all he could see he then cleaned himself off and was about to ditch the soaked tissue out the car window when his mother said, "No, don't do that. That's littering. Here, give it to me." "But it soaking wet, mom," Bobby protested. "It's OK. Just give it to me." He gently laid the cum soaked Kleenex in his mother's outstretched hand. To his amazement, she took the tissue and began to rub her full lips with it, leaving a viscous outer coating of his come over her lipstick after which she proceeded to snake her tongue out and lick it off. She then put the tissue once more to her mouth and began to suck on it and said, "Hmmmmmm, you taste really good, darling." It may have been a mistake she thought, but she just couldn't help herself. Bobby continued to stare in disbelief at what his mother had done and it had such a stunningly erotic effect on him that he began to get hard again. But then he noticed his mother trying to get herself straightened up as they were getting close to home so he tucked himself back in and zipped his pants. Seeing Norma was having a hard time driving and dressing he offered his help. Norma said, "Sure, I'd appreciate it if you could get me buttoned up - that is, without copping a feel. Think you can do that, sport?" "I'll try," he said, as he moved closer to her. "The bra clasps in the front, OK. That's it, just hook it together. Good. Now just button my blouse." Bobby was indeed tempted to try and touch his mother. He was so close to her that he could smell her excitement mixed in with her perfume. He could even feel her breath and the heat from her exposed skin on his hands and face, but his senses told him it was best to abide by her wishes. No sooner had he gotten her blouse buttoned than they turned the corner leading down to their house. Continued in part 6... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 3