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Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2005 07:15:05 +0000
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Friday Afternoon (part 3)
Friday afternoon rolled around again: one week to the day following the incident
with his mother and Bobby was sitting home alone trying to figure out how to
approach her. He was dying for another encounter, but fearful of pushing the
issue because he didn't want to spoil the possibility that it could happen
again. His girlfriend, Ariel, had just called and he had committed, at her
insisting and against his wishes, to a double date for the evening. That would
mean that they would probably go to a movie and then get something to eat
afterwards. Another couple along meant that he wouldn't even get any time alone
with Ariel, even if he wanted to be alone with her - at the present time his
focus was solely on his mother. Not a chance of getting home before eleven
oclock either. It wouldn't matter anyway, he thought, because his father would
be there. He wasn't looking forward to another long weekend of being at home
with his mother while having his father always hanging around.
As he sat at his desk trying to do some homework the phone rang. When he picked
it up his heart skipped a beat. It was his mother. She asked what his plans were
for the evening and when he told her, it sounded to him like he had just stuck a
knife in a car tire. Gosh, she really sounds disappointed. Maybe she's thinking
about me the way I'm thinking about her. She then dropped the big bomb: dad's
going to be out of town the whole weekend. Bobby immediately suggested that he
could call up Ariel and cancel his date, but Norma told him not to. She said
that it's important for him to maintain contact with his friends and they sure
didn't want any of them thinking anything was wrong. He reluctantly agreed. She
then told him cryptically that they would have all weekend to be together and
the sound of her voice saying that made Bobby lightheaded.
All through getting cleaned up for his date and the date itself, the only thing
he could think of was Norma. He couldn't wait to get home, no matter how late it
was. And when he finally did get home at 11:30, he discovered a note from his
mother saying that she had to stay overnight and babysit for his aunt while she
and her husband attended an out-of town banquet, but that she would be home
tomorrow. That was it, although she did sign the note, "Love, your mother."
That's the way she signed all her notes to him, but now it took on special
meaning. Well, he would just have to be patient and wait so he headed upstairs
to go to bed.
Once in his bedroom he turned on the bedstand lamp and got out of his clothes.
Reaching under the pillow for his pajamas where he normally kept them he felt
something strange. Lifting the pillow he discovered what looked like a frilly
black piece of cloth, a single business envelope and a tube of K-Y jelly all
wrapped up in his pajamas. Picking up the cloth object by one corner he was
stunned to find that it looked like one of his mother's bras and he couldn't
figure out how it got there of all places. Just the look and feel of it brought
back the vision of his mother sitting on the edge of the bathtub across from
him, topless, while he masturbated. He pulled the bra right up to his face and
could faintly smell his mother's perfume on it. Suddenly he felt the tension in
his groin at the thought of his mother's beautiful breasts encased in the flimsy
bra and he considered the combination of the bra and the tube of lubricant. His
mother must have left it there when she came home earlier in the evening. In his
excitement he almost forgot about the envelope which he had not picked up. It
wasn't sealed, but he still had trouble getting the flap open and the contents
out because his hands were trembling so badly.
What was inside caused his cock to harden to the maximum in an instant. Wrapped
in a sheet of note paper was another picture of his mother, one he hadn't seen
before, but obviously from the same series that she had let him look at
previously. This one was a sideways shot of her as she sat on the edge of the
bed with one foot on the floor and one foot on the bed with her legs bent at the
knee. The same black dildo was protruding from her cunt, but this time both
hands were cupped under her breasts, holding them out, seeming to offer them to
him as she stared lustfully at him from the photo. Bobby was once more amazed at
the size of the areolae and nipples on his mother's small breasts. In the dirty
magazines all of the nipples in the pictures were either tan or pink in color,
but the color of his mother's nipples was almost black matching her hair and
adding to her aura of uniqueness. And they were so long and thick. It made his
cock jump just to look at them.
He was so taken by the combination of the picture, the jelly, and the bra that
he almost disregarded the piece of stationery the picture was wrapped in until
out of the corner of his eye he noticed it had writing on it. Reading it now
caused him even further excitement. It was from his mother and read:
Dearest Bobby,
I'm so sorry that we haven't had a chance to talk since last Friday. It's my
fault. I've wanted so badly to discuss with you what happened. Please don't
think I have been avoiding you but I feel that this must be kept very discreet
as I'm sure you're aware. Since your father will be gone for the entire weekend
we will have plenty of time then.
I know you've probably been thinking about this a lot and I haven't
intentionally wished to make you suffer alone. I'm sorry too that I wasn't able
to be here tonight so I hope the little surprise I've left you will keep you
happy until we can see each other tomorrow.
If my guess is right, you're probably thinking a lot about the promise I made
you. I've been thinking a lot about it too. I fully intend to keep my word and
go through with it. Just please be patient - the time will come - soon.
About my little surprise. I know when you see what I left it will be pretty
evident what I intend for you to do. I don't want you to suffer through the
night thinking about me. I'm going to be thinking about you too. But before you
do anything (you know what I mean) I want you to wait for my phone call. I'll
call about midnight when everything here is quiet. Please wait, OK? Talk to you
then, dear.
Love ya,
Your mother
P.S. Please, please tear this note up as soon as you've read it and flush it
down the toilet. I would just die if it ever fell into the wrong hands.
Bobby couldn't believe it. He was beside himself with joy. His mother hadn't
forgotten him after all.
Although excited, Bobby was level headed enough to take heed of his mother's
warning about destroying her note. He wanted to save it and savor it, but he
knew that might be dangerous. Therefore, he reread it again and again and then
headed for the bathroom where he ripped it to pieces and dropped it into the
toilet. He flushed twice just to make sure it was completely gone and then went
to his mother's room to fetch her cordless phone; he wanted to be in his own
room when she called.
No sooner had he returned to the room than the phone rang. Looking quickly at
the his bedside clock he saw that it was exactly midnight. With trembling hand
he activated the ringing handset and muttered, "Hello!"
"Hi, Bobby. Everything OK?" his mother asked cheerfully.
"Sure, mom. everything's fine."
"Did you get the surprise I left for you?"
"Uh, you mean the uh, the stuff under my pillow."
"That's right, dear. The K-Y jelly and the envelope with the picture and the
note? Oh yeah, and my bra?"
"Yeah, mom. I got it all."
"Did you do away with the note, I hope, like I said?" Norma inquired.
"Yes, ma'am, I did."
Sensing that maybe something wasn't quite right Norma asked, "Are you by
yourself, Bobby? You sound strange."
"Yeah, mom. There's nobody here but me."
"Did you lock all the doors after you came in? Are you sure you're OK?"
"All the doors are locked. I guess I sound strange because I'm really
nervous, mom."
"I understand son. Tell me, are you naked right now? If not, I'd like you to get
totally undressed, OK?"
"I'm already undressed. I was going to put on my PJs when I found the stuff."
"Uh huh. Are you hard, Bobby? Is your penis good and hard?"
The question took him by surprise following so closely on the heels of the
previous mundane dialog and he hesitated for what seemed ages. Again, sensing
her son's uneasiness Norma said, "Why don't you take a close look at the picture
I left for you and tell me what you think. By the way, where are you right now?"
"Well, I'm in my bedroom. I got your cordless phone and I'm here sitting on my
bed." There was a pause while Bobby propped the picture up against the base of
the nightstand lamp. Then he said, "Gosh, that sure is a great picture."
"I thought you'd like it, Bobby. But you never did answer my question: are you
hard yet?"
Somewhat embarrassed, Bobby started to answer, "Uh . . ."
"What I mean, is, do you have an erection right now, dear? Do you have a hard-
on from thinking about me, about us. Does looking at that picture of me make
you aroused?"
"It's one of the sexiest pictures I've ever seen," he blurted out, meaning
every word it.
"And you're a real expert with the pictures as we both know," Norma couldn't
resist saying playfully.
"Aww, mom . . . "
"I'm sorry, darling. Just kidding. I guess you're real sensitive about that,
huh? But it's OK. I like looking at pictures too. As a matter of fact, I even
once looked at those pictures of myself while I was jerking off. What do you
think of that?"
"You did?" Bobby asked, incredulously.
"Uh huh, I did. Really. Sometimes when I do it I look at myself in the mirror. I
guess that sounds kind of perverted, but I do. I get excited watching myself
masturbate now and then. Haven't you ever looked at yourself in the mirror while
you jacked off? Try it sometime."
Feeling a little guilty because he'd already had that experience and had enjoyed
it he nonetheless said, "Yeah, I've done that before."
"You have?" Norma said, surprised. "Well - then you know what I mean. Maybe
one of these days you'll let me watch you do it while you're looking at
yourself, huh?"
"I'd rather look at you any day, mom."
"Well, anyway. What do you think of the picture?"
"Like I said, it sure is neat."
"What do you like best about it?" Norma's voice was getting husky and that was
having a further effect on Bobby as he became aware of how hard his erection
was. "Do you like the way my breasts look?"
"Sure I do," he answered. "They're the most beautiful I've ever seen. I can't
believe how big and long your nipples are - and how dark they are. I've never
seen anything like them before."
"Good, I'm glad they turn you on. But you still haven't told me yet; is your
penis hard?"
Bobby was now losing some of his shyness as his mother continued speaking such a
sexy manner and he answered, "Yeah, mom, it's hard alright."
"How hard is it, darling? Is it as hard as my nipples in the picture?"
"God, it's really hard - harder than it's ever been before. And it's sticking
straight out. Just like your nipples."
Bobby could now faintly make out that his mother's voice was a little breathy as
she said, "Dear, why don't you put some of the K-Y jelly on your prick. Go ahead
and do it - I'll wait."
"OK." Bobby set the phone down on the bed and fumbled with the tube of jelly
until he had gotten a big gob of it smoothed all over his cock. He then picked
up the phone again and said, "I'm back."
"Uh huh. OK. Are you rubbing yourself, dear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. I'm rubbing myself, too. And it feels really good. Does it feel
good for you?"
"You mean you're doing it, too? You're, uh . . . "
"Yes, darling. I'm masturbating right now as I'm talking to you. I'm really
turned on thinking about you sitting there on your bed pumping your hand up and
down your slick cock. I can just imagine the expression on your face. Why don't
you look at my picture, if you're not doing so, and tell me if there's anything
else you like about it."
"Well, I, uh, I like your legs a whole lot. I think they're really sexy."
"God, Bobby. Just think about this - what I'm doing to myself right now. I'm now
running my hand up and down the back of my leg and it feels sooooo good. My legs
are really sensitive and I just love to feel myself up. Now I'm up at my cunt
again, frigging it. Are you still jerking yourself?"
"Yes," was all Bobby could come out with as his mind conjured up the picture of
his mother feeling up her leg. And then he remembered the bathroom scene and
said, "Mom, would you do something for me, please?"
"What is it - what would you like?" she said, her voice even more ragged now.
"Uh, would you play with your nipples again. You know, like you did the other
day when we were in the bathroom."
"Of course I will. Just for you. Would you like to know what it feels like?"
"Uh huh."
"Well, it feels just marvelous. I'm now twisting my right nipple between my
thumb and two fingers. I'm pulling on it and rolling it around and it's getting
harder and longer. The more I tug on it the longer it gets. It's like you
getting a hard-on, but not quite as big. You really like to look at me playing
with my own tits, don't you."
"Uh huh," Bobby mumbled.
"And when I play with them it sends nerve jolts right down to my clit. Sometimes
when I'm really sensitive and haven't had an orgasm for a while I can even make
myself cum just by jacking off my nipples."
In the heat of his passion Bobby just couldn't help himself and he asked, "Mom,
I really loved what we did last week. Do you think we can do that again? Will
you let me look at you again?"
"Yes, darling, I will. I want it to. I've been thinking about that all week and
hoping it would happen soon. I want you to know that I get tremendously excited
watching you jerk yourself off. I love to see your hard penis squirt. There's
nothing else like that in the world, dear."
"Mom . . . ?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Can I ask you something else?"
"Sure . . . what is it?"
"Uh . . . oh gosh, I don't know how to say this . . . "
"Well - just ask dear."
"Well, I . . . uh . . . would it be OK if . . . uh, sometime when we're . . .
uh, doing it . . . if I . . . would you let me . . . would you let me squirt off
on your tits?"
There - he said it. He'd been thinking about sperming her tits all week long and
the answer he got back was not what he feared, but what he had hoped his mother
would say: "Ohhhh, Bobby. I'd love to have you cum on my breasts. I'd just love
to watch all that jism squirt out of your lovely hard prick onto my tits. Of
course you can."
Bobby was so excited now that he couldn't hold back and he almost shouted, "God,
mommmmm - I'm gonna cum - right now!"
"Me too, lover. Here I cum. Oh, christ, here it cums. It's cumming, darling. Oh,
god, I'm cumming all over my hand."
"Jeez, mom. Me too. It's squirting all over the place. Ooops, I even got some in
my face. Ohhhhh."
Both Bobby and his mother continued to frig themselves through their climax not
saying anything but listening to each others labored breathing.When it was
finally over Norma was the first to speak.
"You still there, Bobby?"
"Yeah, mom. I'm still here. How 'bout you?" And they both laughed.
"OK, dear. I want you to go to bed now and rest up for tomorrow. I'll be home
sometime in the morning. As quick as I can get there. Sweet dreams, darling."
"Bye, mom."
Continued in part 4
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