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Date: Tue, 09 Aug 2005 17:16:04 +0000
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Friday Afternoon (part 4)
Norma declined the invitation to stay for breakfast and visit with her sister.
She was anxious to get home to see her son. Rather than having satisfied her
lust, the previous evening's phone call and subsequent sex play had only
inflamed her that much more.
It was eight oclock as she pulled in the driveway and she hoped Bobby was still
asleep so she could get cleaned up and make herself attractive for him. As she
entered the house and went to hang up her coat she heard him moving around in
the kitchen and was a little disappointed. She then called out, "Hi, Bobby, it's
me - I'm home."
"Hi, mom," she heard him call back.
As she entered the kitchen she saw her son sitting at the table eating toast in
nothing but his undershorts. Walking by him toward the coffee pot she tossled
his hair and said, "Hi, sport. You OK this morning?"
"Yeah, sure, mom." was all he said and he seemed a bit shy or embarrassed. That
would be natural, she thought. After all, how many people her son's age had ever
engaged in phone sex with their own mother?
Norma got a cup of coffee and then went and sat down at the table with Bobby,
but didn't say anything. She waited instead for him to strike up a conversation.
When he remained silent and wouldn't look at her she finally decided to break
the deadlock.
"Are you OK, Bobby? Do you feel OK?"
"Sure. I'm fine."
"Then what's the matter. You're acting as if I'm not even here."
After a short pause he said, "Well, I guess I'm just a little embarrassed about
last night."
"Does that mean you don't want to look at me or talk to me anymore?"
"Oh, mom, no. It's just that - well, you know."
"No, Bobby, I don't know. Tell me. Remember, I'm your mother."
"Uh huh. That's part of the problem, I think."
Norma didn't say anything so Bobby blundered on, "I mean, you're my mom and I
know that what we did isn't supposed to happen between a mother and son."
Gently Norma leaned forward and laid her hand on Bobby's bare arm saying, "Yeah,
I know. And I understand your feelings. I have that same problem myself so can
we at least talk about it?"
"Sure, I guess."
"Would you like to just stop doing it, dear. That is, do you think we should
just quit and pretend like nothing ever happened. I'd be willing to do that if
that's what you really want."
"Aw, gee, mom. I can't stop thinking about you. You'd think after last night I
could at least get some sleep, but I woke up dreaming about you."
"And were you excited?"
"Yes."
"And did you do it again. Did you jack off again?"
"That's the hard part. I felt so bad and just wanted to forget it all, but I was
- you know - hard again."
"Uh huh. And what did you do."
"Well, I decided I'd wait for you to get home. And the worst part is, I hoped it
would happen again."
"Does that mean you want to do it some more?"
Bobby lowered his head and folded his hands in his lap and muttered, "Uh huh."
"Look at me, darling." When Bobby moved his head and looked into his mother's
eyes he became so filled with lust and love that it almost took his breath
away. "I know that what we've done isn't exactly, uh, right, Norma continued
on, but I'm willing to go on doing it if we can both agree to a couple very
simple rules."
"Rules?" Bobby asked
"Right. I think everything will be OK if we agree to two things, actually.
First, there should never be any touching. We should never touch each other.
Everything will be alright if we just watch one another, I think."
When she hesitated, trying to gauge her son's reaction he asked, "And . . . the
second thing?"
"I feel it would be best if we limited stuff to once a week. And only when your
father's away. Would that be OK with you?"
"Sure, I understand that. But does that mean that we can just watch and
that's all?"
"Yes. I don't think we should get involved any further than that, dear. It might
lead to consequences neither one of us wants."
Bobby stayed thoughtfully silent, but she could read the disappointment clearly
written all over his features. The frown on his face told the whole story and it
tugged at her emotions because she felt a strong sense of frustration herself
with the conditions she had just laid down.
Finally Bobby looked up and said resignedly, "I'll do whatever you want, mom.
You've always known best and I sure don't want anything to happen to you."
"That's so sweet of you, darling. All in all, I think it's best for us both.
We'll see, though, won't we. Now - how are you feeling just right now?"
"OK. I can accept that."
"No - that's not what I mean. I've been thinking about you all night and all the
way home in the car from your Aunt's." Bobby now caught the sudden shift in his
mother's tone, but asked anyway, "What do you mean, mom?"
"I mean, that I'm really horny, Bobby. And if we weren't in this situation I
would simply go upstairs and frig myself off. But since you're here, would you
like to discuss the promise I made you last week and again last night?"
Bobby's interest picked up immediately and he said, "What's to discuss?"
Seeing his eagerness, Norma said, "Whoa, young stud - not so fast. I want to
talk about this first, if it's alright with you."
"Uh, OK."
"Tell me now what you think I promised you."
"Well, last week you kinda promised me that sometime or other that you'd let me
watch you do it."
Norma was rapidly becoming excited again as she could see the results of her
offer causing Bobby's shorts to begin tenting out and wanting to use the
conversation to further stimulate herself as a sort of verbal foreplay she
decided to milk it for all it was worth.
"Watch me do what, Bobby?"
"You know, mom. You said you'd let me watch you masturbate," he said
impatiently.
"Uh huh. And . . ."
"And what?" It was tough trying to get her son into her little verbal game. It
was plain that he just wanted to get on with it. But Norma was not going to let
him have control of the situation.
"And . . . I want to know if you still want to do that. Do you still want to
watch me jerk off?"
"Of course I do!"
"And when do you want us to do this."
"Why not right now?"
"Well, I'd need to get cleaned up first."
"That's OK. I'll wait."
"Now, how would you like this to happen. Tell me."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, would you like me to get dressed up for you?"
"You mean you're going to do it with your clothes on?" Bobby suddenly
sounded let down.
"No, silly. I mean, would you like me to dress up the way I was in those
pictures?"
"No shit!" Bobby exclaimed. "Ooops, sorry mom, didn't mean to swear like that."
Ignoring his little outburst Norma continued, "Would you like to see me the way
I was when I was doing it then. In the half bra and garter belt and stockings
and heels - you know, like some of the women in your magazines? Would you like
to see me dressed like a slut?" The tone and sound of her own voice was now
turning Norma on.
"Oh wow! That would be great. You mean, I'd actually get to see you live just
like you were in those pictures??"
"Sure. If that's what you want?" Norma said playfully. "Is that what you
want, Bobby?"
Suddenly Bobby began to catch on and said, "I'd really like that, mom. I'd just
love to see you all dressed up in those sexy things. You'll look great that way.
And it'll even be better to watch you do things to yourself when you're all
dressed up. Wow!"
Now she knew she had him. "And what kind of things would you like to watch me do
to myself, Bobby," she asked huskily.
When Norma looked down she saw that Bobby's shorts were stretched out in front
meaning he probably had a full hard-on. "Is the thought of looking at your
mother while she masturbates turning you on, dear?" she asked coyly as she
nodded her head toward his crotch.
"Kind of obvious, isn't it," Bobby replied and blushed.
"Come on, Bobby, tell me what you'd like me to do for you while you watch.
Don't be shy."
"Well, whatever you want, I guess."
"What's the thing you want to see me do most to myself? What do you fantasize
about most?"
"Uh, OK, do you think you could do it with that thing in you? You know . . ."
"You mean with the dildo?"
"Yeah, with the dildo. I'd love to see that live."
"Well, I hate to disappoint you, but that wasn't mine and I don't have one. But
wait," Norma acted as if a sudden thought just came to her. "I think there's a
cucumber in the refrigerator I could use. Except it'd be awfully cold."
"A cucmber?! Holy cow! You'd put a cucumber in you?" Bobby exclaimed amazed.
"Sure. I've jacked off before with lots of things in me besides cucumbers."
He couldn't believe his ears. His own mother admitting to such lewd behavior. It
was the sexiest thing Bobby had ever experienced and made him want to grab his
hard prick right then and there but he refrained.
"I know," Norma mused, "While I'm upstairs getting ready you can get the
cucumber out and warm it up with your hands for me. Would you do that?"
"Sure I would. Oh mom."
"You're really getting hot now, aren't you, Bobby?"
"Uh huh." he answered looking into her eyes. Norma was very excited herself and
decided to cut off the blabber and get on with it.
"Well, I've got lots planned Bobby, but why don't I go get ready. You wait here
and warm up the kuke for 15 minutes while I change. It's now nine oclock. You
wait until 9:15 and then come on upstairs, OK?. I'll be in my bedroom and you
can just come right in."
So saying, Norma rose and headed upstairs while Bobby turned in his chair and
opened the refrigerator door. Rummaging around in the vegetable bin at the
bottom he actually found two cucumbers; one was considerably larger than the
other and he decided devilishly to take the bigger one. Eyeing it, he couldn't
imagine how his mother was going to get the thing into her cunt because of its
size. He then proceded to start warming it in his hands as she had asked,
rubbing it up and down and twisting his two hands around it. God, how he wished
he had one that big, he thought. He was so aroused now that he considered just
doing it right then, but decided it'd be better to wait until he could watch his
mother. Then they'd do it together, only face-to-face instead of over the phone
like last night.
Bobby waited impatiently for the fifteen minutes to pass, each minute seeming
like an hour. When it was time he jumped up and almost ran to the stairs. Once
upstairs he slowed down and walked to his mother's bedroom where the door was
closed. He knew she said he could just walk right in, but he'd never done that
before and knocked softly out of habit.
He heard his mother's sexy voice say, "It's open dear, you can come in," as if
from a long way off. When he entered the room she was nowhere in sight, but he
could smell her perfume. Then he heard her say from her walk-in closet, "Did you
bring it with you, Bobby?"
"Yes ma'am, I did."
"Good, just lay it on the nightstand by the bed."
He put the cucumber down and sat down on the edge of the bed facing away from
the closet. After about a minute he saw out of the corner of his eye his mother
walking around in front of him. The sight was not what he expected at all.
Instead of the sensual picture he had imagained, he saw his mother completely
covered from head to toe in her long plaited bathrob. The only thing showing was
her head with its long wavy black hair cascading down her back and her hands
with their long slender fingers and bright red painted nails. Still it was kind
of enticing wondering what was underneath the robe even though he'd seen the
pictures. But this was going to be different he thought.
Suddenly his mother came to stand in front of him and looking down at him said,
"Now - before we get started, remember, you have to abide by our agreement, OK?"
"Oh, sure mom. I agree . . ."
"And just to be sure that you're not even tempted, I need you to cooperate in
one little thing, OK."
"Yeah, sure. What is it?" he asked quizically.
"I want you to stand up, turn around and put your hands behind you."
"You mean like this," Bobby said, as he complied with her instructions.
Norma said, "Right." And reached into her robe pocket producing a man's necktie
with which she promptly began to bind Bobby's wrists tightly behind his back.
Surprised and not knowing what his mother was up to he asked, "What are you
doing. How come you're tying me up, mom?"
"Just want to make sure you can't act on any temptations you might have, dear,"
Norma replied smoothly, finishing the job.
"Aw, come on, mom," Bobby said, feeling disappointed and wondering how this was
going to work out with his hands bound behind him. "How am I going to get to do
it myself, tied up like this?" He sounded to Norma a little worried now.
"You're not, darling," Norma replied in a bitchy tone of voice. "I promised you
that you could watch me. But I didn't say anything about you doing it at the
same time, now did I?"
"Well, no I guess you didn't. But that's not fair." he complained.
"All's fair in love, war and sex, dear son," Norma replied. "Don't worry,
everything's going to work out. Trust me, OK?"
"OK, I guess."
"I just want your undivided attention while I put on this show for you and I
don't want you breaking it up by doing anything else. When I'm finished, then
we'll see . . ." and she let the sentence trail off.
She then told her son to turn around again and to sit on the edge of the bed. As
he turned around he noticed that his mother's back was to him and he lowered
himself down still looking at her robe-clothed back.
Suddenly the entire robe fell to the floor revealing his mother's back to his
gaze. Norma didn't move except to cock one leg up so that she was standing with
her hands on her hips in a sexy pose with her ass thrust enticingly toward his
face. Bobby was dumbfounded. The view of his mother from the back was stunning.
He could see even from this point that she was dressed exactly as she had been
in the pictures. Now, however, he could see her bare ass up close and revelled
in how beautifully big and well shaped it was. And, oh, those long, full legs
encased in sexy nylons. God, he just wanted to reach out and run his hands up
and down his mother's big legs.
Still Norma hadn't said a word, just knowing that her son was feasting his eyes
on her backside and deciding to let him get a good look at her from that angle.
Finally, she said, "Like what you see, Bobby?"
"Oh, god yes, mom. You're beautiful."
"Am I sexy too, dear?" she asked teasingly.
"You know you are, don't you, mom?"
"Want to see more, do you?"
"Oh yes, please. Turn around, please," Bobby pleaded.
Slowly Norma revolved until she was halfway around and then stopped giving her
son a side view of her. Now she looked down at her son with the most sexually
smoldering expression on her face that he had ever seen. Compared to his mother,
the women he had seen in magazines all appeared to be pretentious. She was the
sexiest thing alive. And she WAS alive and this was real and actually happening.
His cock throbbed so hard now that it actually began to hurt.
"How's this, dear," Norma queried, noticing that Bobby hadn't yet taken his eyes
from hers. "Don't you want to look at my tits?"
Bobby's eyes dropped to her bosom where he took in her small breasts with the
amazingly long dark nipples. They were held up and out by the partial-cupped
bra which left her nipples and most of the areolae exposed; the areolae being
so large that a portion of their lower half was hidden by the bra cup. After
a moment, his gaze fell down to her legs which to him were almost as exciting
as her tits.
"Do my tits still turn you on, Bobby? Do they?"
"Yes, ma'am. Your nipples are so big and sexy," he said, aware that this
expression was fast becoming a litany, but not being able to help himself.
Hearing this Norma almost asked him if he liked them badly enough to want to
suck on them, but then remembered the rules she had laid down and caught
herself. It wouldn't be fair to him to taunt him that way, she felt, even though
she would love to have him suck on her nipples. God, in the condition she was in
right now she would probably cum on the spot the minute his lips and tongue
touched them.
Then she turned to face him full on and his eyes went immediately to the
junction of her thighs where he spied what had previously only really been
hinted at. His mother had a large crop of black pubic hair which entirely
covered her cuntal area with a small arrow-like trail leading almost up to her
navel. As he continued to look at her crotch he noticed all of a sudden a
trickle of moisture starting to run down her right thigh. Before even thinking
about it he looked up and said, "Uh, mom, do you need to take a pee? You're
getting wet down there. It's OK - I'll wait."
"Oh my god, Bobby," Norma exclaimed, surprised at her son's naivete, "no son, I
don't need to pee. What you're seeing is a result of the excitement I'm feeling.
When women get excited they excrete fluid." She was then going to further his
education by explaining to him that the purpose of the fluid was to facilitate
fucking, but again, that would raise the spector of more than they agreed upon
and she didn't think it would be fair to him. Thus she remained silent and just
let him wonder.
After letting him silently stare at her for what seemed ages Norma finally said,
"Shall I get started, dear?"
"Uh, gee, whatever mom," he answered, still in awe at the sight of his mother
dressed like a wanton slut.
Norma then moved to the wall and retrieved the ottoman there and pulled it over
and positioned in about three feet directly in front of where Bobby was sitting
and sat down facing him. "I want you to stand up for a minute," she said.
Bobby arose with difficulty, his hands being bound behind him. When he finally
got up, Norma reached up with both hands and slowly lowered his undershorts down
over his hips, pulling the front way out and over his massive erection which was
now sticking straight out not more than a couple of inches from her lips. For a
second she considered just giving in and almost opened her mouth to take his
cock, but again restrained herself. Suddenly the undershorts were down around
his ankles and his mother ordered him to again sit which he did.
"Spread your legs wide apart, Bobby. I want to see that magnificent hard penis
of yours. God, it's so big!" As she looked at it, she could see that it would
twitch and throb every second or so and wondered whether Bobby was on the verge
of cumming.
Looking up at him finally and seeing that she had his attention she put the
forefinger of her right hand in her mouth and began to suck on it. Getting her
finger good and wet she then cupped her right breast in her left hand and
squeezed the areola, making the nipple jut out. Then she began to stroke the
nipple, inundating it with her saliva covered finger.
"This is how I usually start out masturbating, Bobby. I get myself good and hot
by playing with my tits and nipples. They're so sensitive," she moaned and she
continued fondling her breasts while her son gawked at her.
"Then, when my pussy is good and wet I still play with my nipple and start to
stroke my cunt lips." Now Norma put action to her words and released her breast
and lowered her left hand to her groin and insert two fingers in the massive
dark jungle. As Bobby looked down he could now make out through her pubic hair
two plainly swollen lips, shiny and pink. Nested between them and protruding
downward was what appeared to be a very small but distinct penis-like
projection. But his mother didn't touch that part of her, running her fingers
all around it and finally diving one finger up and inside her fuck canal. When
she withdrew it, Bobby could see that the finger was coated with a clear slimy
liquid which she then used to coat her clit.
Still fingering her nipple she now began in earnest to stroke the area around
her clit in a slow but steady circular motion, saying, "God, that feels so good.
Can't take much more of that though. I'll cum in a second." So she stopped.
Bobby was disappointed until he saw Norma lean toward the nightstand and
retrieve the cucumber. Holy shit! her thought to himself, she's actually going
to use it. And she doesn't even look scared?
Norma then stood up and moved to the side of the ottoman and said, "Now for the
main event, huh." She put one high-heeled foot on the ottoman and spread her
cunt lips apart with her fingers. With the cucumber in the other hand she moved
the tip to the entrance to her cunt and started to twirl it. Then while still
twirling it she began to slowly push it in and Bobby was flabbergasted to see it
start to disappear into her. And she didn't even cry out, but just started to
moan real loud. He couldn't believe it.
Bobby watched in total awe as his mother slowly worked the cucumber into her
twat, twisting and turning, slowly in and out, bit by bit until almost the whole
thing was up inside her.
"Are you enjoying this," she asked, not looking at him. "Does it arouse you to
watch your mother fuck herself with this big fat cucumber?"
All Bobby could do was grunt, "Uhhhh."
Without sitting down, Norma turned and looked at her son and said, "Now for an
added attraction," and she reached over and opened the drawer of the nightstand
and reached inside. When she withdrew her hand Bobby could see her holding two
plain ordinary clothespins and wondered for the life of him what she was going
to do with them. Then she sat down again on the ottoman facing him with the
cucumber still firmly embedded in her cunt.
"I can see from your expression that your wondering about these clothespins.
Well - the sensations aroused in my nipples and cunt by having them clamped on
my nipples is absolutely exquisite, let me tell you. And since we're going all
out today for your pleasure I've decided to give you the whole show."
Norma took a clothespin in one hand and spread the jaws open. Then with her
other hand she pulled one of her nipples straight out and affixed the clothespin
directly over it and let it close. The look on her face was almost one of agony
and Bobby started to get a little concerned until she said, "Oh god, that hurts
so good." Then she did the same with the other clothespin to her other nipple.
Bobby was now beside himself with lust, love and other mixed emotions he had
never before experienced. He was painfully aware of the rigidness of his cock as
it stuck up from between his thighs and throbbed under its own volition.
Acutally his whole groin was now throbbing, not only his cock, but his stomach
muscles and his asshole as well. It felt like he was going to cum any second now
and nothing was even touching him.
Norma was aware of his state and felt she had better hurry herself along or
Bobby would blow his load before she finished. With the cucumber in her cunt and
the clothespins clamped painfully to her nipples she once again stood up. Now
she turned three-quarters sideways to Bobby so he could see her from both behind
and part of her front. She bent over then and turning to look at his lust crazed
face said, "And now for the best part."
With one hand holding the cucumber in place she put the middle finger of
her free hand in her mouth and began to suck and lick it while she
continued to stare into her son's eyes. Bobby couldn't believe it when she
removed the finger, loaded with spit, and moved it around behind her to the
region of her ass.
"Well, want to know what's next," she panted.
Bobby could only nod his head in assent as his mother replied, "Now I'm going to
jack off my asshole, Bobby. I'm going to stick my finger in my rectum and finger
fuck my ass till I cum." And she did just that.
No sooner had Norma gotten her finger buried in her rectum and began to finger
fuck herself than Bobby was overcome with the blatant lust of the scene being
played out before his eyes and felt his whole body begin to spasm. Suddenly his
whole body went rigid and in disbelief his entire pubic region seized up
mightily and held the seizure for a long moment before it released and began a
rhythmic series of incredibly strong spasms, each one sending forth a jet of
white jism from his rampant cock. Some even landed on his mother's side and hip
as he continued through the orgasm, watching his mother watching him sperm while
she continued to frantically finger fuck her anus. The combination of the clamps
on her nipples, the cucumber in her cunt, her rapidly frigging finger up her ass
and the sight of her son's spasming turgid penis sent her over the edge as well
and she entered a really strong climax.
When they were both through, Norma fell forward onto the ottoman from exhaustion
and she released the cucumber as she steadied herself with both hands. It slid
slowly from her cunt and plopped unceremoniously onto the carpet behind her.
Bobby simply fell sideways, hands still bound behind him and continued to stare
at his panting, sweating mother as the afterspasms of orgasm continued to course
through both of them.
Continued in part 5
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