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Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2006 09:02:17 +0000
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Friday Afternoon (part 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 iconized focal point
of all her lust and passion. It baffled her that given her sexual experience she
should have become so obsessed with just this one organ, but she was and she
just accepted the fact and gave in to it. The only regret she had was that she
had forbade any physical contact between her and her son they had both agreed to
it and she was determined to hold to it for the sake of both of them.
She knew her son was in agony, but she couldn't help him without putting their
situation in jeapordy. 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 occured 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 proferred purse and rummaged around
coming up with the tissues which he set on the seat with the purse. Then he
proceded 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 suitcoat 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 sulty voice. And before
he could answer she went on, "I just love to watch you play with yourself. I
haven't had a chance to really tell you how much I enjoyed our little session
last time. Did you like it too?"
"I can't talk, mom. The sight of those hard nipples and your big beautiful legs
is . . . oh shit, here it comes . . . ohhhh . . . . unghhhh . . ." and Bobby's
cock once more let loose a torrent of semen which flew all over the place. When
the spasms passed he just flopped back against the door and closed his eyes.
To Norma's disappointment she had missed most of the action but she was aware of
one thing. "Uh, dear, you forgot to use the kleenex."
"Oh hell, I'm sorry," he rejoined and roused himself out of his post orgasmic
lethargy. He picked up the kleenex and starting haphazardly swiping at the
tracks he'd left. When he got all he could see he then cleaned himself off and
was about to ditch the soaked tissue out the car window when his mother said,
"No, don't do that. That's littering. Here, give it to me."
"But it soaking wet, mom," Bobby protested.
"It's OK. Just give it to me."
He gently laid the cum soaked kleenex in his mother's outstretched hand. To
his amazement, she took the tissue and began to rub her full lips with it,
leaving a viscous outer coating of his come over her lipstick after which she
proceded 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
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