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Subject: incest story: "Friday Afternoon" (2/12) (mother/son, inc, ped) incest story
Date: Tue, 08 Jul 2003 09:14:10 -0700
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Friday Afternoon
(part 2)
After his mother had gone, Bobby sat motionless on the toilet,
head thrown back, his eyes closed and his entire being reeling from
the experience. First, having suffered the humiliation of being
caught masturbating by his mother, but then having his mother
boldly encourage him to do it in front of her while she looked on
not three feet away and even took off her blouse and bra and let
him look at her bare breasts and huge dark nipples while he did it.
He still couldn't believe that he had actually had an orgasm right
in front of his own mom as she watched; he really did jack off
while she watched and had the most powerful orgasm of his life as she
goaded him on by talking sexy and even playing with her enormous
nipples. It amazed him that she appeared to not only enjoy the
experience, but actually seemed to be turned on by it. It was just
totally incredible and beyond comprehension to his young mind.
Finally he roused himself, got cleaned up and went to his room
where he dropped exhausted onto his bed and immediately fell into
a deep, dreamless sleep. He awoke sometime later hearing his mother
calling him to dinner. When he looked at the clock it showed right
at six oclock. He'd been asleep for two whole hours! And then the
memory of his experience came thundering back to him and he
wondered whether he could go down and face his mother over the
dinner table. As the memory washed over him he began to feel a
mixture of shame, guilt and embarrassment at what had happened. But
he also felt a growing sense of erotic excitement as the vision of
his mother sitting across from him on the edge of the bathtub,
watching him intently as he had frigged his rigid cock while she
fondled her own breasts flooded before his mind's eye. It was like
a dream, but so intense that he didn't doubt for a second that it
had really happened.
Summoning up all his courage he left his bedroom and headed
downstairs not knowing what to expect from his mother but also
excited at the same time. When he reached the dining room, dinner
was already on the table and he immediately saw with a sense of
disappointment that his father was seated at the table. Then his
mother came in from the kitchen carrying a hot plate of vegetables
and she looked at him. "Maybe I did dream all this," he thought to
himself. Norma smiled gently at Bobby as if nothing out of the
ordinary had ever happened. It was a warm smile, but nothing
unusual and it made him begin to doubt his sanity. He thought she
ought to at least give some hint of what had passed between them
but no, there was no sign that things had changed.
They ate dinner just like always. Following dinner Bobby helped
his mother with the dishes, but she still gave no clue of anything
different.
As it worked out, the weekend was taken up with a number of
different activities and he never got any time alone with his
mother. On his Saturday night date with his more-or-less steady
girlfriend, Ariel, he was distracted to the point that she
mentioned that he seemed preoccupied and asked what the matter was.
When he replied rather shortly that there wasn't anything wrong,
she stated that she was a bit surprised that he wasn't his usual
agressive self and wondered whether something in their relationship
had changed. It was true though; after his experience with his
mother, he couldn't imagine doing anything with Ariel - even if she
consented, fat chance! - which would come anywhere close to
approximating the feelings he had right then for his mother.
Bobby had slept well that Friday night, but beginning on
Saturday he developed a state of hypersexual arousal that no amount
of masturbation could relieve. During the day he had had to bring
himself off three times as he relived the previous afternoon's
experience. During his date all he could think of was his mother.
When the work week began on Monday things had not changed. He
still thought constantly of Norma and what had happened and began
to wonder if it would ever develop any further. He sure wanted it
to, but his mother gave no indication whatsoever of acknowledging
the past event and nothing further seemed imminent. He couldn't get
out of his mind that at one point his mother had seemed
particularly turned on while watching him play with himself and had
even told him that she too masturbated and had promised (did she
actually promise??) that maybe one day she would let him watch her
do it. Or was it really just a dream after all. Each time he came
he fantasized what it would be like to squirt all that cum onto his
mother's tits. He wondered if the time would ever come when she
would let him sperm all over her breasts that way. And each time
following his orgasm he would be overcome with shame at what his
mind conjured up and vow to forget the whole matter (his mother
seemed to have done so) and to never again jack off while thinking
about her. It was no use, of course. In only a matter of hours he
was back at it again and again and again.
At one point during the middle of the week he had taken out his
sex magazines, but as he leafed through one of them he noticed that
they no longer held the appeal they had had in the past. The
lifeless pictures just didn't seem to do a thing for him anymore.
What he really wanted, desired, was another encounter with his
mother. He wanted it badly, but felt that if it were going to
happen it would have to be initiated by her. He just didn't have
the nerve to bring up the subject. Nor did he have the opportunity
then.
When Friday rolled around again, he returned home from school
hoping to find his mother alone. Today there had been basketball
practice and it wasn't until four oclock that he got home, but, to
his immense disappointment, she wasn't there. He had hoped beyond
hope that they could take up where they had left off the previous
week. Deflated, he went to his room when the phone rang. He raced
to the phone in the hallway hoping it was Norma, but it wasn't. It
was Ariel instead wanting to know what time he was coming over for
their date that evening.
Meanwhile, Norma had spent the entire week mulling over the
incident with her son. Originally, she had meant only to discuss
the issue of sex with him since his father would have no part of
it. She simply had wanted to find out where he was and reasure him.
But something had happened when she accidentally and
untintentionally caught him masturbating that had awoken something
deep and long-hidden inside her. When she had opened the door to
the bathroom she had been caught unawares and she was immediately
astonished at the size of her son's erect penis. She hadn't
imagined that it could be so big. That was the beginning for her.
A couple of seconds later when the surprise had passed it dawned
on her that her son was right in the middle of a masturbation
session and, feeling guilty for having interrupted, she backed
away. Even today, she couldn't figure out what came over her as she
started down the hall away from the bathroom, but she felt the time
was right to have that discussion with Bobby. When she reentered
the bathroom and began talking to him and looking at him she was
overcome with a lust she hadn't felt in years. She could only
surmise that it must have lain dormant for ages, probably since her
college days when she had been very sexually active - with both men
and women. Always seeking something different.
As she had sat down on the edge of the tub and looked over at
her son the thing she most wanted at that moment was to see him
cum. She had an overpowering desire to watch him jack his
oh-so-large penis to an orgasm; she could feel her whole body begin
to swell with her rising arousal at the thought. So she embarked on
the mission of saying and doing whatever was necessary to get that
accomplished. As the discussion progressed and he seemed reluctant,
naturally, to comply with her desires she wondered if it were
within her power to excite him to the point where he would be
compliant. It hadn't occured to her just then that he might find
her sexually arousing, but she knew that she possessed a single
physical attribute that had made all of her previous sex partners
mad with lust; and that was her fantastic nipples.
So she steered the conversation in that direction, trying to get
him to talk about what turned him on. It was gratifying when he
admitted that breasts were the major focus of his libido and that
although she couldn't compare in the overall size department she
was sure that he would be adequately aroused by her huge dark
nipples. When by chance he admitted to having fantasized about her
while masturbating she knew it was all over but for the shooting.
It was fortuitous that he had that girlie magazine there. It was
a natural lead-in that occured to her spontaneously. She was up and
gone like a shot to get the pictures that her next door neighbor
and best friend Caroline had taken of her some time back. The
reaction she expected was forthcoming when she finally let him look
at the pictures of her. She knew then by the lust written all over
his face and his swollen cock that he was hooked. At that point she
was inflamed herself and was just barely holding herself in check.
There was no doubt in her mind that she could never allow the
situation to go so far between them that they wound up fucking, but
she felt somewhat less guilty in the knowledge that maybe it would
be OK for both of them to get off if there weren't any actual
contact between them. She wanted badly to get the situation to the
point where it would seem logical for her to masturbate herself
right there along with him. She even hinted at it by telling him
that she too masturbated and that she might just let him watch her
jack off sometime. "Wow, did I really say that to him," she
thought.
But luck just wasn't with her. Deep down inside, she wanted to
exhibit herself to Bobby, to have him admire her body and thereby
confirm her desirability. Because of this she went the extra step
and instead of just allowing him to look at the pictures of her she
had offered to bare her breasts for him right there to look at
while he jacked off. It would then seem just natural if she took
off the rest of her clothes which would allow her to begin
masturbating herself, as she so badly wanted to do, without the
situation seeming contrived. Sadly enough the sight of her naked
tits was just too much for Bobby and he had blown his magnificent
load almost immediately; the sensory overload had just been too
much for his young mind.
At that point some sense of sanity had intruded upon her and she
realized that the situation was at a good breaking point. She knew,
too, that she needed to consider very carefully where she was
going, what she really wanted and what the risks were. So she broke
the situation off right then feeling that it would be no problem to
resume it when the time was right.
Nonetheless, she was very aware of the squishy feeling between
her legs as she departed the bathroom and headed for her bedroom.
The temptation was great to just fling herself on the bed and jerk
her hot throbbing cunt to an intense orgasm. But she decided to
wait. For what, she wasn't sure, but she just wanted to wait.
Now for the problem of her husband. Jake was an asshole and for
whatever reason she felt absolutely no guilt where he was
concerned. He liked having his continuing affairs with the girls at
the office and on the road; he spent about half his working time on
the road servicing accounts (and probably a lot more, for that
matter). For the last few years their sex life had been
non-existent because his diddling on the outside left little room
for her. As this developed she had considered initiating her own
affairs, but decided it might just make what was a tolerable
situation intolerable. No sense in ruining what was otherwise a
very decent life. Instead, she confided in her best friend from
next door, Caroline (who was having her own marital problems), and
was very pleasantly surprised to discover something that she hadn't
had even an inkling of. The mutual sharing eventually led to the
disclosure on Caroline's part that she had, for a long time now,
had a very strong desire for Norma, but hadn't revealed it for fear
of losing her friendship. Norma then shocked her with her own
recounting of the numerous lesbian affairs she had had in college
and made it very clear to Caroline that she was more than willing
to have sex with her if that was what she desired.
It was the best of all possible worlds. They were both blissful
as they sat naked side by side later that afternoon sipping
cocktails following a long drawn out session of mutual deep tongue
kissing, nipple sucking and frenching each others cunts to a number
of orgasms. Norma was indeed delighted at Caroline's obvious
obsession with her big nipples and loved hearing her say over and
over, "God, Norma, I can't believe how big your nipples are,
they're so fucking sexy! I just can't get enough of them!" They
both agreed that everyone was coming out a winner. Norma wouldn't
have to start something with another man which might destroy her
marriage. Caroline was now realizing a longtime fantasy about her
close neighbor and Jake would be left in peace to do his thing.
From then on, Norma made herself available to Caroline for her
pleasure at regular intervals when their mutual situations allowed.
This was usually once or twice a month and the experiences were
always gratifying. Caroline was a skilled lover and never left
Norma unsatisfied. If it continued this way forever Norma would be
perfectly happy.
At one point when Norma was going to take a vacation for a few
days, Caroline had expressed that she would miss Norma terribly.
Somehow the idea came about that they would take some photos of
Norma - just for fun - so that she would have something to
masturbate to while Norma was gone. And they did it one evening in
Norma's bedroom while both their husbands and families where off
somewhere else. It had been great fun, especially since it was the
first time that Norma had ever had an experience masturbating with
a large dildo stuck firmly up her hungry cunt. When they developed
the photos they both had a set of prints; they even turned Norma
on so much that she had once masturbated while looking at the
pictures of herself!
On Wednesday following that fateful Friday afternoon, Norma had
become so horny that she was almost beside herself. She needed to
come badly just to relieve the incredible tension that built up
fantasizing about her son, but for some unknown reason she just
didn't want to jerk herself off. She was tempted to throw caution
to the winds and just get her son by himself and do whatever she
wanted. But common sense prevailed and instead she went next door
to see her friend Caroline, much to the other woman's delight. The
sex between the women that evening was short (out of necessity lest
they arouse suspicions) but intense. Caroline couldn't believe the
ardor with which Norma tongued her off while simultaneously finger
fucking her asshole with one hand and masturbating herself with the
other, all at the same time. In the mellow come-down following
their simultaneous orgasm Norma had been sorely tempted to tell
Caroline all about Bobby and ask her advice, but she restrained
herself.
But this was a different deal now, her being involved with
Bobby. She didn't much care whether Jake found out about Caroline
or not; she could always counter that with his own indiscretions.
He might not take so kindly, however, to having his son being
sexually involved with his mother. So she would have to find a way
to keep this whole thing secret. In so doing she might have
overreacted and became over cautious to the point of torturing her
son. She was well aware of this, but felt that caution was
justified. She promised herself that she would talk to Bobby the
first real chance she got.
And she wondered how her son was taking all of this after a
week's time. She had a good idea that it was constantly on his mind
because he was always looking at her and giving her these long
soulful looks which she couldn't return.
But she would make it right for him at the first opportunity.
The phone call from Jake that Friday afternoon telling her there
was an emergency meeting this weekend at the New York headquarters
(yeah, sure!) was just such an opportunity. That meant he wouldn't
be home all weekend and there would be plenty of chance for her and
Bobby to discuss what had happened and whatever . . .
continued in part 3
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