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Subject: Title story: "Friday Afternoon" Author: Incestor 55816614
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Date: Mon, 03 Oct 2005 05:17:03 +0000
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Friday Afternoon (part 6)
As soon as they got out of the car, Bobby raced upstairs and got changed for his
basketball game that night. He was out the door not long thereafter and probably
wouldn't be back till late.
Having witnessed her son's masturbation in the car and having subsequently
gotten a good taste of his cum from the soiled kleenex that he had used to clean
up with had gotten Norma really randy. As she sat or walked around the house she
was constantly aware how swollen her entire cunt area was and how it seemed to
itch for the services of her own finger. Something vague was holding her back,
however, and prevented her from simply locking herself in her room or the
bathroom and bringing herself off.
Having had a silent dinner with Jake, her husband, she retired to a recliner in
the basement den to watch the news. But she couldn't concentrate and her mind
kept wandering back to the sight of her son jacking his cock while looking at
her as she drove back from Charleston. A couple of times she had almost taken a
detour down one of the many dirt farm roads leading off the two-lane, but each
time she declined to give in to the temptation feeling it would only lead to
their eventually touching each other. That was something she was determined to
avoid at all costs even though her fantasies were filled with thoughts of
getting her long slender fingers around her son's big prick. And not only her
fingers. She wanted to devour him. The thought of Bobby's big cock filling her
mouth and throat brought to mind how much she wanted to have contact with him.
Contact with someone. She needed to have sex with someone she could at least
touch. Jake was going out to see Bobby's 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 ...
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