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Friday Afternoon - Complete 
By Clue Master - Dated 1997

***

The complete work of the classic erotic story, "Friday 
Afternoon" contributed by a friend of the archive. In 
this e-novel, the story develops around the relationship
of mother and son, and within a short time friends and 
neighbors too. Throughout the story - there is 
inappropriate contact between adults and underage 
persons so be warned. (F/b, bg, ped, inc, orgy)

***

CHAPTER 1

Bobby sat on the commode in the plush upstairs bathroom 
with a thin, well-worn magazine of grainy photographs 
of nude women in his left hand and his K-Y jelly-
lubricated erection in his right. As he stared at a 
waist-to-head picture of a particularly sexy brunette 
with medium sized breasts he slid his jelly-slick hand 
slowly up and down his hard penis while trying to 
imagine what it would be like to have this woman 
sitting live across from him watching him jacking off 
instead of just staring back at him lifelessly from a 
piece of paper. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There were about six pictures in all of his mother in 
various poses and dressed the same in each picture. The 
last one was somewhat different, however, insomuch as 
now his mother was sitting 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 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.


CHAPTER 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 hypersexual arousal 
that no amount of masturbation could relieve. During 
the day he had had to bring himself off three times as 
he relived the previous afternoon's experience. During 
his date all he could think of was his mother.

When the work week began on Monday things had not 
changed. He still thought constantly of Norma and what 
had happened and began to wonder if it would ever 
develop any further. He sure wanted it to, but his 
mother gave no indication whatsoever of acknowledging 
the past event and nothing further seemed imminent. 

He couldn't get out of his mind that at one point his 
mother had seemed particularly turned on while watching 
him play with himself and had even told him that she 
too masturbated and had promised (did she actually 
promise??) that maybe one day she would let him watch 
her do it. Or was it really just a dream after all. 
Each time he came he fantasized what it would be like 
to squirt all that cum onto his mother's tits. He 
wondered if the time would ever come when she would let 
him sperm all over her breasts that way. 

And each time following his orgasm he would be overcome 
with shame at what his mind conjured up and vow to 
forget the whole matter (his mother seemed to have done 
so) and to never again jack off while thinking about 
her. It was no use, of course. In only a matter of 
hours he was back at it again and again and again.

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

When Friday rolled around again, he returned home from 
school hoping to find his mother alone. Today there had 
been basketball practice and it wasn't until four 
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 overreacted and became over cautious to the 
point of torturing her son. She was well aware of this, 
but felt the caution was justified. She promised 
herself that she would talk to Bobby the first real 
chance she got.

And she wondered how her son was taking all of this 
after a week's time. She had a good idea that it was 
constantly on his mind because he was always looking at 
her and giving her these long soulful looks which she 
couldn't return.

But she would make it right for him at the first 
opportunity. The phone call from Jake this Friday 
afternoon telling her there was an emergency meeting 
this weekend at the New York headquarters (yeah, sure!) 
was just such an opportunity. That meant he wouldn't be 
home all weekend and there would be plenty of chance 
for her and Bobby to discuss what had happened and 
whatever...


CHAPTER 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 bed stand lamp and 
got out of his clothes. Reaching under the pillow for 
his pajamas where he normally kept them he felt 
something strange. Lifting the pillow he discovered 
what looked like a frilly black piece of cloth, a 
single business envelope and a tube of K-Y jelly all 
wrapped up in his pajamas. 

Picking up the cloth object by one corner he was 
stunned to find that it looked like one of his mother's 
bras and he couldn't figure out how it got there of all 
places. Just the look and feel of it brought back the 
vision of his mother sitting on the edge of the bathtub 
across from him, topless, while he masturbated. He 
pulled the bra right up to his face and he can faintly 
smell his mother's perfume on it. 

Suddenly he feels the tension in his groin at the 
thought of his mother's beautiful breasts encased in 
the flimsy bra and he considers the combination of the 
bra and the tube of lubricant. His mother must have 
left it there when she came home earlier in the 
evening. In his excitement he almost forgot about the 
envelope which he not picked up. It wasn't sealed, but 
he still had trouble getting the flap open and the 
contents out because his hands were trembling so badly.

What was inside caused his cock to harden to maximum in 
an instant. Wrapped in a sheet of note paper was 
another picture of his mother, one he hadn't seen 
before, but obviously from the same series that she had 
let him look at previously. 

This one was a sideways shot of her as she sat on the 
edge of the bed with one foot on the floor and one foot 
on the bed with her legs bent at the knee. The same 
black dildo was protruding from her cunt, but this time 
both hands were cupped under her breasts, holding them 
out, seeming to offer them to him as she stared 
lustfully at him from the photo. 

Bobby was once more amazed at the size of the areolae 
and nipples on his mother's small breasts. In the dirty 
magazines all of the nipples in the pictures were 
either tan or pink in color, but the color of his 
mother's nipples was almost black matching her hair and 
adding to her aura of uniqueness. And they were so long 
and thick. It made his cock jump just to look at them.

He was so taken by the combination of the picture, the 
jelly, and the bra that he almost disregarded the piece 
of stationery the picture was wrapped in until out of 
the corner of his eye he noticed it had writing on it. 
Reading it now caused him even further excitement. It 
was from his mother and read:

-------------------------------------------------------

 Dearest Bobby,

 I'm so sorry that we haven't had a chance to talk since 
 last Friday. It's my fault. I've wanted so badly to 
 discuss with you what happened. Please don't think I 
 have been avoiding you but I feel that this must be 
 kept very discreet as I'm sure you're aware. Since your 
 father will be gone for the entire weekend we will have 
 plenty of time then.

 I know you've probably been thinking about this a lot 
 and I haven't intentionally wished to make you suffer 
 alone. I'm sorry too that I wasn't able to be here 
 tonight so I hope the little surprise I've left you 
 will keep you happy until we can see each other 
 tomorrow.

 If my guess is right, you're probably thinking a lot 
 about the promise I made you. I've been thinking a lot 
 about it too. I fully intend to keep my word and go 
 through with it. Just please be patient - the time will 
 come - soon.

 About my little surprise. I know when you see what I 
 left it will be pretty evident what I intend for you to 
 do. I don't want you to suffer through the night 
 thinking about me. I'm going to be thinking about you 
 too. But before you do anything (you know what I mean) 
 I want you to wait for my phone call. I'll call about 
 midnight when everything here is quiet. Please wait, 
 OK? Talk to you then, dear.

    Love ya,
      Your mother

 P.S. Please, please tear this note up as soon as you've 
 read it and flush it down the toilet. I would just die 
 if it ever fell into the wrong hands.

-------------------------------------------------------

Bobby couldn't believe it. He was beside himself with 
joy. His mother hadn't forgotten him after all.

Although excited, Bobby was level headed enough to take 
heed of his mother's warning about destroying her note. 
He wanted to save it and savor it, but he knew that 
might be dangerous. Therefore, he reread it again and 
again and then headed for the bathroom where he ripped 
it to pieces and dropped it into the toilet. He flushed 
twice just to make sure it was completely gone and then 
went to his mother's room to fetch her cordless phone; 
he wanted to be in his own room when she called.

No sooner had he returned to the room than the phone 
rang. Looking quickly at the his bedside clock he saw 
that it was exactly midnight. With trembling hand he 
activated the ringing handset and muttered, "Hello!"

"Hi, Bobby. Everything OK?" his mother asked 
cheerfully.

"Sure, mom. Everything's fine."

"Did you get the surprise I left for you?"

"Uh, you mean the uh, the stuff under my pillow."

"That's right, dear. The K-Y jelly and the envelope 
with the picture and the note.? Oh yeah, and my bra?"

"Yeah, mom. I got it all."

"Did you do away with the note, I hope, like I said?" 
Norma inquired.

"Yes, ma'am, I did."

Sensing that maybe something wasn't quite right Norma 
asked, "Are you by yourself, Bobby? You sound strange."

"Yeah, mom. There's nobody here but me."

"Did you lock all the doors after you came in? Are you 
sure you're OK?"

"All the doors are locked. I guess I sound strange 
because I'm really nervous, mom."

"I understand son. Tell me, are you naked right now? If 
not, I'd like you to get totally undressed, OK?"

"I'm already undressed. I was going to put on my PJs 
when I found the stuff."

"Uh huh. Are you hard, Bobby? Is your penis good and 
hard?"

The question took him by surprise following so closely 
on the heels of the previous mundane dialog and he 
hesitated for what seemed ages. Again, sensing her 
son's uneasiness Norma said, "Why don't you take a 
close look at the picture I left for you and tell me 
what you think. By the way, where are you right now?"

"Well, I'm in my bedroom. I got your cordless phone and 
I'm here sitting on my bed." There was a pause while 
Bobby propped the picture up against the base of the 
nightstand lamp. Then he said, "Gosh, that sure is a 
great picture."

"I thought you'd like it, Bobby. But you never did 
answer my question: are you hard yet?"

Somewhat embarrassed, Bobby started to answer, "Uh..."

"What I mean, is, do you have an erection right now, 
dear? Do you have a hard-on from thinking about me, 
about us. Does looking at that picture of me make you 
aroused?"

"It's one of the sexiest pictures I've ever seen," he 
blurted out, meaning every word it.

"And you're a real expert with the pictures as we both 
know," Norma couldn't resist saying playfully.

"Aww, mom..."

"I'm sorry, darling. Just kidding. I guess you're real 
sensitive about that, huh? But it's OK. I like looking 
at pictures too. As a matter of fact, I even once 
looked at those pictures of myself while I was jerking 
off. What do you think of that?"

"You did?" Bobby asked, incredulously.

"Uh huh, I did. Really. Sometimes when I do it I look 
at myself in the mirror. I guess that sounds kind of 
perverted, but I do. I get excited watching myself 
masturbate now and then. Haven't you ever looked at 
yourself in the mirror while you jacked off? Try it 
sometime."

Feeling a little guilty because he'd already had that 
experience and had enjoyed it he nonetheless said, 
"Yeah, I've done that before."

"You have?" Norma said, surprised. "Well - then you 
know what I mean. Maybe one of these days you'll let me 
watch you do it while you're looking at yourself, huh?"

"I'd rather look at you any day, mom."

"Well, anyway. What do you think of the picture?"

"Like I said, it sure is neat."

"What do you like best about it?" Norma's voice was 
getting husky and that was having a further effect on 
Bobby as he became aware of how hard his erection was. 
"Do you like the way my breasts look?"

"Sure I do," he answered. "They're the most beautiful 
I've ever seen. I can't believe how big and long your 
nipples are - and how dark they are. I've never seen 
anything like them before."

"Good, I'm glad they turn you on. But you still haven't 
told me yet; is your penis hard?"

Bobby was now losing some of his shyness as his mother 
continued speaking such a sexy manner and he answered, 
"Yeah, mom, it's hard alright."

"How hard is it, darling? Is it as hard as my nipples 
in the picture?"

"God, it's really hard - harder than it's ever been 
before. And it's sticking straight out. Just like your 
nipples."

Bobby could now faintly make out that his mother's 
voice was a little breathy as she said, "Dear, why 
don't you put some of the K-Y jelly on your prick. Go 
ahead and do it - I'll wait."

"OK." Bobby set the phone down on the bed and fumbled 
with the tube of jelly until he had gotten a big gob of 
it smoothed all over his cock. He then picked up the 
phone again and said, "I'm back."

"Uh huh. OK. Are you rubbing yourself, dear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. I'm rubbing myself, too. And it feels really 
good. Does it feel good for you?"

"You mean you're doing it, too? You're, uh..."

"Yes, darling. I'm masturbating right now as I'm 
talking to you. I'm really turned on thinking about you 
sitting there on your bed pumping your hand up and down 
your slick cock. I can just imagine the expression on 
your face. Why don't you look at my picture, if you're 
not doing so, and tell me if there's anything else you 
like about it."

"Well, I, uh, I like your legs a whole lot. I think 
they're really sexy."

"God, Bobby. Just think about this - what I'm doing to 
myself right now. I'm now running my hand up and down 
the back of my leg and it feels sooooo good. My legs 
are really sensitive and I just love to feel myself up. 
Now I'm up at my cunt again, frigging it. Are you still 
jerking yourself?"

"Yes," was all Bobby could come out with as his mind 
conjured up the picture of his mother feeling up her 
leg. And then he remembered the bathroom scene and 
said, "Mom, would you do something for me, please?"

"What is it - what would you like?" she said, her voice 
even more ragged now.

"Uh, would you play with your nipples again. You know, 
like you did the other day when we were in the 
bathroom."

"Of course I will. Just for you. Would you like to know 
what it feels like?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, it feels just marvelous. I'm now twisting my 
right nipple between my thumb and two fingers. I'm 
pulling on it and rolling it around and it's getting 
harder and longer. The more I tug on it the longer it 
gets. It's like you getting a hard-on, but not quite as 
big. You really like to look at me playing with my own 
tits, don't you."

"Uh huh," Bobby mumbled.

"And when I play with them it sends nerve jolts right 
down to my clit. Sometimes when I'm really sensitive 
and haven't had an orgasm for a while I can even make 
myself cum just by jacking off my nipples."

In the heat of his passion Bobby just couldn't help 
himself and he asked, "Mom, I really loved what we did 
last week. Do you think we can do that again? Will you 
let me look at you again?"

"Yes, darling, I will. I want it to. I've been thinking 
about that all week and hoping it would happen soon. I 
want you to know that I get tremendously excited 
watching you jerk yourself off. I love to see your hard 
penis squirt. There's nothing else like that in the 
world, dear."

"Mom...?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Can I ask you something else?"

"Sure... what is it?"

"Uh... oh gosh, I don't know how to say this... 

"Well - just ask dear."

"Well, I... uh... would it be OK if... uh, sometime 
when we're... uh, doing it... if I... would you let 
me... would you let me squirt off on your tits?"

There - he said it. He'd been thinking about sperming 
her tits all week long and the answer he got back was 
not what he feared, but what he had hoped his mother 
would say: "Ohhhh, Bobby. I'd love to have you cum on 
my breasts. I'd just love to watch all that jism squirt 
out of your lovely hard prick onto my tits. Of course 
you can."

Bobby was so excited now that he couldn't hold back and 
he almost shouted, "God, mommmmm - I'm gonna cum - 
right now!"

"Me too, lover. Here I cum. Oh, christ, here it cums. 
It's cumming, darling. Oh, god, I'm cumming all over my 
hand."

"Jeez, mom. Me too. It's squirting all over the place. 
Ooops, I even got some in my face. Ohhhhh."

Both Bobby and his mother continued to frig themselves 
through their climax not saying anything but listening 
to each others labored breathing. When it was finally 
over Norma was the first to speak.

"You still there, Bobby?"

"Yeah, mom. I'm still here. How 'bout you?" And they 
both laughed.

"OK, dear. I want you to go to bed now and rest up for 
tomorrow. I'll be home sometime in the morning. As 
quick as I can get there. Sweet dreams, darling."

"Bye, mom."


CHAPTER 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 kuke 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 reveled in how 
beautifully big and well shaped it was. And, oh, those 
long, full legs encased in sexy nylons. God, he just 
wanted to reach out and run his hands up and down his 
mother's big legs.

Still Norma hadn't said a word, just knowing that her 
son was feasting his eyes on her backside and deciding 
to let him get a good look at her from that angle. 
Finally, she said, "Like what you see, Bobby?"

"Oh, god yes, mom. You're beautiful."

"Am I sexy too, dear?" she asked teasingly.

"You know you are, don't you, mom?"

"Want to see more, do you?"

"Oh yes, please. Turn around, please," Bobby pleaded.

Slowly Norma revolved until she was halfway around and 
then stopped giving her son a side view of her. Now she 
looked down at her son with the most sexually 
smoldering expression on her face that he had ever 
seen. Compared to his mother, the women he had seen in 
magazines all appeared to be pretentious. She was the 
sexiest thing alive. And she WAS alive and this was 
real and actually happening. His cock throbbed so hard 
now that it actually began to hurt.

"How's this, dear," Norma queried, noticing that Bobby 
hadn't yet taken his eyes from hers. "Don't you want to 
look at my tits?"

Bobby's eyes dropped to her bosom where he took in her 
small breasts with the amazingly long dark nipples. 
They were held up and out by the partial-cupped bra 
which left her nipples and most of the areolae exposed; 
the areolae being so large that a portion of their 
lower half was hidden by the bra cup. After a moment, 
his gaze fell down to her legs which to him were almost 
as exciting as her tits.

"Do my tits still turn you on, Bobby? Do they?"

"Yes, ma'am. The nipples are so big and sexy," he said, 
aware that this expression was fast becoming a litany, 
but not being able to help himself.

Hearing this Norma almost asked him if he liked them 
badly enough to want to suck on them, but then 
remembered the rules she had laid down and caught 
herself. It wouldn't be fair to him to taunt him that 
way, she felt, even though she would love to have him 
suck on her nipples. God, in the condition she was in 
right now she would probably cum on the spot the minute 
his lips and tongue touched them.

Then she turned to face him full on and his eyes went 
immediately to the junction of her thighs where he 
spied what had previously only really been hinted at. 
His mother had a large crop of black pubic hair which 
entirely covered her cuntal area with a small arrow-
like trail leading almost up to her navel. 

As he continued to look at her crotch he noticed all of 
a sudden a trickle of moisture starting to run down her 
right thigh. Before even thinking about it he looked up 
and said, "Uh, mom, do you need to take a pee? You're 
getting wet down there. It's OK - I'll wait."

"Oh my god, Bobby," Norma exclaimed, surprised at her 
son's naiveté, "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 
specter of more than they agreed upon and she didn't 
think it would be fair to him. Thus she remained silent 
and just let him wonder.

After letting him silently stare at her for what seemed 
ages Norma finally said, "Shall I get started, dear?"

"Uh, gee, whatever mom," he answered, still in awe at 
the sight of his mother dressed like a wanton slut.

Norma then moved to the wall and retrieved the ottoman 
there and pulled it over and positioned in about three 
feet directly in front of where Bobby was sitting and 
sat down facing him. "I want you to stand up for a 
minute," she said.

Bobby arose with difficulty, his hands being bound 
behind him. When he finally got up, Norma reached up 
with both hands and slowly lowered his undershorts down 
over his hips, pulling the front way out and over his 
massive erection which was now sticking straight out 
not more than a couple of inches from her lips. For a 
second she considered just giving in and almost opened 
her mouth to take his cock, but again restrained 
herself. Suddenly the undershorts were down around his 
ankles and his mother ordered him to again sit which he 
did.

"Spread your legs wide apart, Bobby. I want to see that 
magnificent hard penis of yours. God, it's so big!" As 
she looked at it, she could see that it would twitch 
and throb every second or so and wondered whether Bobby 
was on the verge of cumming.

Looking up at him finally and seeing that she had his 
attention she put the forefinger of her right hand in 
her mouth and began to suck on it. Getting her finger 
good and wet she then cupped her right breast in her 
left hand and squeezed the areola, making the nipple 
jut out. Then she began to stroke the nipple, 
inundating it with her saliva covered finger.

"This is how I usually start out masturbating, Bobby. I 
get myself good and hot by playing with my tits and 
nipples. They're so sensitive," she moaned and she 
continued fondling her breasts while her son gawked at 
her.

"Then, when my pussy is good and wet I still play with 
my nipple and start to stroke my cunt lips." Now Norma 
put action to her words and released her breast and 
lowered her left hand to her groin and insert two 
fingers in the massive dark jungle. As Bobby looked 
down he could now make out through her pubic hair two 
plainly swollen lips, shiny and pink. 

Nested between them and protruding downward was what 
appeared to be a very small but distinct penis-like 
projection. But his mother didn't touch that part of 
her, running her fingers all around it and finally 
diving one finger up and inside her fuck canal. When 
she withdrew it, Bobby could see that the finger was 
coated with a clear slimy liquid which she then used to 
coat her clit.

Still fingering her nipple she now began in earnest to 
stroke the area around her clit in a slow but steady 
circular motion, saying, "God, that feels so good. 
Can't take much more of that though. I'll cum in a 
second." So she stopped.

Bobby was disappointed until he saw Norma lean toward 
the nightstand and retrieve the cucumber. Holy shit! 
her thought to himself, she's actually going to use it. 
And she doesn't even look scared?

Norma then stood up and moved to the side of the 
ottoman and said, "Now for the main event, huh." She 
put one high-heeled foot on the ottoman and spread her 
cunt lips apart with her fingers. With the cucumber in 
the other hand she moved the tip to the entrance to her 
cunt and started to twirl it. Then while still twirling 
it she began to slowly push it in and Bobby was 
flabbergasted to see it start to disappear into her. 
And she didn't even cry out, but just started to moan 
real loud. He couldn't believe it.

Bobby watched in total awe as his mother slowly worked 
the cucumber into her twat, twisting and turning, 
slowly in and out, bit by bit until almost the whole 
thing was up inside her.

"Are you enjoying this," she asked, not looking at him. 
"Does it arouse you to watch your mother fuck herself 
with this big fat cucumber?"

All Bobby could do was grunt, "Uhhhh."

Without sitting down, Norma turned and looked at her 
son and said, "Now for an added attraction," and she 
reached over and opened the drawer of the nightstand 
and reached inside. When she withdrew her hand Bobby 
could see her holding two plain ordinary clothespins 
and wondered for the life of him what she was going to 
do with them. Then she sat down again on the ottoman 
facing him with the cucumber still firmly embedded in 
her cunt.

"I can see from your expression that your wondering 
about these clothespins. Well - the sensations aroused 
in my nipples and cunt by having them clamped on my 
nipples is absolutely exquisite, let me tell you. And 
since we're going all out today for your pleasure I've 
decided to give you the whole show."

Norma took a clothespin in one hand and spread the jaws 
open. Then with her other hand she pulled one of her 
nipples straight out and affixed the clothespin 
directly over it and let it close. The look on her face 
was almost one of agony and Bobby started to get a 
little concerned until she said, "Oh god, that hurts so 
good." Then she did the same with the other clothespin 
to her other nipple.

Bobby was now beside himself with lust, love and other 
mixed emotions he had never before experienced. He was 
painfully aware of the rigidness of his cock as it 
stuck up from between his thighs and throbbed under its 
own volition. 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 
jism from his rampant cock. 

Some even landed on his mother's side and hip as he 
continued through the orgasm, watching his mother 
watching him sperm while she continued to frantically 
finger fuck her anus. The combination of the clamps on 
her nipples, the cucumber in her cunt, her rapidly 
frigging finger up her ass and the sight of her son's 
spasming turgid penis sent her over the edge as well 
and she entered a really strong climax.

When they were both through, Norma fell forward onto 
the ottoman from exhaustion and she released the 
cucumber as she steadied herself with both hands. It 
slid slowly from her cunt and plopped unceremoniously 
onto the carpet behind her.

Bobby simply fell sideways, hands still bound behind 
him and continued to stare at his panting, sweating 
mother as the after spasms of orgasm continued to 
course through both of them.


CHAPTER 5


Following the dramatic events of Saturday morning both 
Bobby and his mother had been so exhausted that they 
slept until late afternoon. Norma was the first up and 
made them a beautiful dinner in the middle of which 
Jake, father and husband, unexpectedly showed up. It 
seems that everything had been settled and he was back 
home again. That put a crimp on mother and son's plans 
for the rest of the weekend. Actually from that point 
on for some time.

There didn't seem to be a spare moment when they were 
both home together that something didn't get in the way 
of their getting together again. From time to time they 
would give each other long knowing soulful looks, but 
that was all that passed between them. For his part, 
Bobby was so hyper that he had to masturbate three and 
four times a day just to keep the tension down and to 
allow him to think of other things besides his mother. 

Each time he did it he replayed the events from that 
Saturday morning when his mother had put on a 
masturbation display he still found difficult to 
believe happened. Now matter how often he jacked off, 
the moment he began fantasizing about his mother bent 
over in front of him with clothespins on her long 
nipples, that huge cucumber stuck up her cunt while she 
frantically finger fucked her own asshole he came 
almost immediately.

As a result of that incident, Norma had a constant 
reminder for days afterward because her nipples were 
extremely sore from having been clamped with the 
clothespins. No matter what kind of clothes she wore 
she was always subconsciously aware of the tenderness 
in her breasts. When the acute soreness began to fade, 
however, she sought to re-intensify the feeling by 
wearing rough materials without a bra, which she didn't 
really need, so that it would rub her nipples. 

Like her son Bobby, she too masturbated frequently, 
more than she was used to in the past. And she also 
fantasized about their second time together. Her vision 
of the incident differed, however, in that she 
concentrated on the sight of her son sitting on the 
very edge of the bed, hands tied behind his back with 
his enormous hard penis jerking untouched in the air as 
it shot spurt after spurt of thick jism, some of it 
landing on her. She had never before seen a man cum 
without some sort of tactile stimulation and knowing 
that she alone had aroused her son to such a point was 
something she would never forget.

Norma was entranced with her son's penis. To her it was 
the ionized 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 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's 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.


CHAPTER 6


As soon as they got out of the car, Bobby raced 
upstairs and got changed for his basketball game that 
night. He was out the door not long thereafter and 
probably wouldn't be back till late.

Having witnessed her son's masturbation in the car and 
having subsequently gotten a good taste of his cum from 
the soiled Kleenex that he had used to clean up with 
had gotten Norma really randy. As she sat or walked 
around the house she was constantly aware how swollen 
her entire cunt area was and how it seemed to itch for 
the services of her own finger. Something vague was 
holding her back, however, and prevented her from 
simply locking herself in her room or the bathroom and 
bringing herself off.

Having had a silent dinner with Jake, her husband, she 
retired to a recliner in the basement den to watch the 
news. But she couldn't concentrate and her mind kept 
wandering back to the sight of her son jacking his cock 
while looking at her as she drove back from Charleston. 

A couple of times she had almost taken a detour down 
one of the many dirt farm roads leading off the two-
lane, but each time she declined to give in to the 
temptation feeling it would only lead to their 
eventually touching each other. That was something she 
was determined to avoid at all costs even though her 
fantasies were filled with thoughts of getting her long 
slender fingers around her son's big prick. And not 
only her fingers. 

She wanted to devour him. The thought of Bobby's big 
cock filling her mouth and throat brought to mind how 
much she wanted to have contact with him. Contact with 
someone. She needed to have sex with someone she could 
at least touch. Jake was going out to see Bobby's 
ballgame, as usual, but maybe Caroline was home. She 
went to the phone on the wall and called next door.

Caroline was glad to hear from her. And yes, she'd love 
to visit, but not before eight when Brad, her husband, 
was leaving with Jake to go to the same ball game. 
Norma said she would be over as soon as she heard 
Brad's car pull out of the driveway.

Hoping that Caroline would be in the mood for some 
hanky-panky, as she called it, Norma went upstairs to 
clean up and she was next door as soon as Brad and Jake 
were gone. It didn't take long before both of them were 
hunkered down on the sofa drinking white wine in front 
of a nice blaze in the fireplace. 

In a matter of minutes Norma found herself for the 
second time that day with her blouse open and her bra 
undone as she sat on the edge of the sofa. This time 
Caroline was kneeling between her wide-spread legs and 
sucking on one of her nipples; she seemed to be just as 
horny as Norma.

Enjoying the sensations of Caroline's lips and tongue 
working on her erect nipple, Norma's mind began to 
fantasize what it would be like to have Bobby sucking 
her breast and she was suddenly overcome with a need to 
confide her troublesome situation with her best friend. 

Reaching down with both hands she grabbed Caroline on 
either side of her head and pulled her away from her 
breast. She then bent her own head and gave the 
startled woman a deep tongue kiss which she broke off 
almost as soon as it got started saying, "Sorry, love, 
but I've got to talk about something."

A worried expression crossed Caroline's features as she 
replied, "I hope it's nothing serious. Are you in some 
sort of trouble? Did I do something?"

Norma leaned back into the cushions while pulling her 
blouse closed in front of her and said, "No. It's not 
you. It's me. I must be crazy." And she hesitated, 
trying to figure out a way to explain what was going on 
between her and Bobby.

Seeing what looked to Caroline like reluctance she 
quickly put it, "Come on, Norma, we've never had any 
secrets before. What is it?"

"Well..." and there was another long pause before she 
launched on breathlessly, "I'm not sure how to say 
this, but Bobby and I are having an affair - of sorts."

"You're what!?" Caroline flubbered. "With your own 
son?!"

"Uh huh. With my own son. I know - it's wrong, it's 
even illegal. It's perverted, it's dirty, it's 
lecherous, it's filthy, it's nasty and lewd and I just 
love it. I can't help myself."

"Holy shit, Norma! How did this all happen. And what do 
you mean by `an affair of sorts'?"

"Well, I haven't exactly fucked him, but..." and Norma 
launched into the whole story while Caroline sat and 
listened without interrupting.

Thirty minutes later Norma finished the tale and sat 
back exhausted and feeling a little bit relieved that 
she had finally been able to share her secret with 
someone she could trust.

There was a couple of moments of silence which Caroline 
finally broke by saying, "Wow. You sure have a lot of 
will power. I'd have been fucking his brains out from 
the git-go. Anyway, I'm glad you told me. You just 
really needed to get this out, didn't you. And don't 
worry, I won't tell a soul, honest. Your secret's safe 
with me."

"Thanks - I needed to hear that, I guess," Norma 
replied, relieved.

"Yeah, well. Now I know why you've been avoiding me 
these last few weeks. And I don't blame you. Tell you 
what!"

"What?" Norma asked.

"I've got an idea how you're feeling, especially after 
what you said happened just this afternoon. You must 
really be uptight. What I want you to do is settle back 
here while I do you, OK." When Norma started to protest 
Caroline said, "No! Now just listen to me. I know what 
you need so just do what I say, OK? So just settle back 
and enjoy this and don't worry about me. In fact, just 
close your eyes and think about Bobby while I do this 
to you, OK."

Norma just nodded her head and slouched down while 
Caroline reopened her blouse. Leaning down next to her, 
Caroline began once more to manipulate Norma's 
tumescent nipple with her lips and tongue while she 
reached under her skirt and began to fondle her large 
hard clit between thumb and forefinger. With her other 
hand she reached into her own slacks and began to 
masturbate herself. 

It wasn't even a minute before Norma's cunt drenched 
her best friend's hand with girl cum as her body shook 
with each wave of her orgasm. When the spasms passed, 
Norma just lay back and looked over at her friend and 
watched as Caroline finished herself off.

"Wow, that was short and sweet," Caroline said as she 
withdrew her hand from her waistband. "Wanna talk some 
more?"

"Not really. I'm super tired. I just want to go to 
sleep."

"Yeah, I understand. I'll bet you are worn out. Go on, 
go home and get some rest. We can talk later."

Norma leaned forwards and kissed Caroline lovingly and 
said, "Thanks for listening. You're a dear." Pulling 
herself together she was out the door in a flash and 
sound asleep the minute she hit the bed.

**

Two weeks passed and it was another long dry spell for 
Bobby and Norma. Still remaining super cautious both 
acted as normal as possible and trudged on day after 
day hoping for a break. None came along. Norma did 
visit a couple of times with Caroline, but neither one 
seemed in the mood for sex so they just wound up 
talking. 

Norma was now of the opinion that maybe it would be 
best if they just stopped the whole business, but 
neither she nor Caroline could come up with a strategy 
that wouldn't be devastating to Bobby. The only thing 
they thought they could hope for was that Ariel or one 
of his other girlfriends would grab his attention - or 
maybe something else - and divert his interests and 
sexual energy in that direction. Otherwise they were 
stumped.

When the two weeks had rolled by and it was Friday 
again there didn't look like a thing they could do. 
Bobby had a ballgame at Oakmore the next evening and it 
was decided that Jake and Norma would drive the hundred 
miles to see the big game. 

Even though Brad couldn't make it, Caroline wanted to 
go as well. After the game they could all get together 
with Bobby and go to this swell pizza place in Oakmore 
for a late supper. Bobby could then ride home with them 
instead of taking the team bus back. That would save 
his dad the trouble of having to pick him up at the 
high school so late that night.

Southfield played a magnificent game that evening and 
Bobby was the star. Flushed with victory he, his 
parents and Caroline had pizza at Gino's Pizzaria. 
During the meal Bobby sensed something strange at the 
table. At first he couldn't put his finger on it and 
figured maybe he was getting "signals" from his mom, 
but when he started to pay attention to this he noticed 
that she didn't act out of character at all. 

She spent a lot of time talking to Caroline and him and 
virtually ignored his dad which was par for the course 
and nothing unusual. After some time he began to notice 
that Mrs. Bishop seemed to be giving him what he 
thought were 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 
areola and began to suck.

This caused an involuntary, but slight gasp to escape 
Caroline's lips. The sound didn't go unnoticed by Norma 
up front in the passenger seat talking softly to her 
husband so as to keep him awake while he drove. Sensing 
the nature of the what she heard coming from behind her 
she refrained from jerking her head around; she felt 
this was something she didn't want to draw Jake's 
attention to and she was right. When she did finally 
glance into the back seat she almost became unhinged 
and it was with the greatest effort of her will that 
she managed to remain outwardly calm and unruffled.

She let a few moments pass and then turned again, this 
time for a longer look just to verify what she thought 
she saw the first time in the dim light. Nothing had 
changed. There was her son curled up with his head in 
Caroline's lap. And there sat Caroline with her jacket 
open and her blouse undone and one of her big tits 
hanging out of her bra cup. And Bobby was sucking one 
her nipple. What a scene! Goddamn her!

Norma was filled with an instant rage and anger at what 
she felt was betrayal by her best friend. How dare she 
do this? she thought. But she also knew that to do 
anything at the moment with Jake right there was to 
risk giving away the entire situation. She was struck 
powerless and she knew it and it made her even madder 
that she knew Caroline knew it.

With all the enmity she could muster she moved her eyes 
up to Caroline's and found the other woman staring 
right back at her with an equally serious expression on 
her face. They held this emotion filled tableau an eon 
until Caroline had the gall to wink. That broke the ice 
and Norma couldn't help but to emit a low throated 
chuckle. Hearing that her husband queried, "What's so 
funny?"

Norma just shook her head and said, "Oh nothing. Just 
something that came to mind." After all, what else 
could she say?

A quick take of the situation on Norma's part revealed 
to her that she wasn't about to try and break up the 
backseat lustfest. On the contrary, there was a part of 
her that wanted it to continue; she was getting turned 
on by the thought of her son sucking on her best 
friend's nipple. If she couldn't get into it she was 
damn well going to watch them so she shifted her 
position putting herself half turned in the seat and up 
against the car door. This way she could plainly see 
everything that was going on in back.

As she became increasingly aroused Norma still retained 
a part of her earlier resentment at Caroline's brash 
behavior until she realized with a start that she was 
actually jealous; she wanted it to be she who was in 
back with Bobby, having him suck her breast.

In order to have an excuse to be constantly looking 
back, Norma began an inane conversation with Caroline, 
rattling on in a steady stream about some dumb subject 
or another. The initial sound of his mother's voice 
startled and frightened Bobby and he jerked his head 
around to look up over the seat at her. But she 
wouldn't look down at him or acknowledge him in any 
way; she just kept rattling on about some church social 
or other. Caroline took his head and pulled it back 
against her bosom and he resumed sucking her breast.

As Norma chatted on and Bobby continued to nurse, 
Caroline reached down with her right hand and began to 
lightly rub Bobby's side, all the time working her hand 
lower and lower until it was directly over his crotch. 
Here, she found exactly what she had hoped - a huge 
lump of muscle straining the fabric of his pants. She 
began to rub the lump in a circular motion with the 
palm of her hand until she had located its exact form 
and position and she couldn't believe the size of it. 
Having done so, she didn't linger long.

She very cautiously began to unzip the fly on Bobby's 
pants. When she had it down she found the opening in 
his shorts and inserted her hand inside, grabbed his 
hot cock and began to wrestle with it in an attempt to 
free it from its confines.

Sensing rather than feeling the upcoming groan from 
Bobby's throat, she tightened the pressure of her hand 
on the back of his head, mashing it into her tit and 
muffling the moan brought on by the feel of her hand on 
his sensitive bare cockflesh. 

Eventually she managed to get his massive cock loose 
and immediately wrapped her hand around the hard pole 
and slowly began to jack it up and down. Then she 
looked up at Norma and saw the lust in the other 
woman's eyes. It amazed Caroline that Norma could gawk 
at the scene before her, obviously enraptured by it, 
and continue to chatter away as she was doing.

And indeed it wasn't easy for Norma to carry on this 
mostly one sided conversation as she took in the scene 
of her best friend having her breast sucked by her son 
while he was being masturbated by her. Her own crotch 
was throbbing in sympathy and she would have given 
anything to have been able to dive over the seat and 
join them.

Before the thought was even completed she saw her son 
stiffen, let out a slight groan and then saw his cock 
erupt a long stream of white cream onto the sleeve of 
Caroline's leather jacket. Caroline continued to milk 
Bobby's hard penis which continued to squirt come. When 
it appeared that he was finished, Caroline quickly said 
in a clear voice, "Ahem, uh, Norma - do you happen to 
have a Kleenex with you. I think I've got something in 
my eye."

Norma smiled inwardly to herself as she dug a Kleenex 
out of the purse on the seat beside her and handed it 
back. Caroline took it and 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.


CHAPTER 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 something's 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 year's 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 flummoxed 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 areola were 
nothing like his mother's; her areola 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 areola 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.


CHAPTER 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 to 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 TV 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. Carline'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 christsake?"

"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 unnerving 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.


CHAPTER 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?"

"Nah, 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 areola 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, "Whoaa. 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 jism 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.


CHAPTER 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."


CHAPTER 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 areola 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."


CHAPTER 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 
areolae 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 
areolae 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 areolae 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 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 others' 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! Jism 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 jism. 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 others' 
mouths as Bobby sucked on her tongue and lips. Finally 
they broke apart, the dildo forgotten for the time 
being.--

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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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