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Date: Thu, 06 Oct 2005 13:16:45 +0000
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Friday Afternoon (part 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 mom as she
watched; he really did jack off while she watched and had the most powerful
orgasm 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 oclock. 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 agressive 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 oclock 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 no part of it. She simply had wanted to find out where he
was and reasure him. But something had happened when she accidentally and
untintentionally 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. Always seeking something different.
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 body 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 occured 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 occured 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 to have sex with her if
that was 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 that 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 that 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 . . .
continued in part 3
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