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Silver wrote:
> See topic.
> 

Here you go:

Friday Afternoon
By: unknown
(Mf, inc)


Part 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 somethings 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 was 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 get 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 years 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 they 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 he 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 
insistence 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 coming out her back 
door and going 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 now 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 him, 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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 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 no 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 fuck hole 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 your 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. Bishop 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 long line 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 as 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. Caroline'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 inserted 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 Christ sake?"

"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 here 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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 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?"

"Naw, 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 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 kept 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 under shorts 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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 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 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 under 
shorts 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."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 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 under shorts, 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 done 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."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 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 areolas 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 
areolas 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 areolas 
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 came 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 other's 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 
we 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 other's 
mouths as Bobby sucked on her tongue and lips. Finally they broke apart, 
the dildo forgotten for the time being.
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