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Date: Sat, 06 Dec 2003 01:06:52 +0000
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Friday Afternoon
(part 5)
Following the dramatic events of Saturday morning both Bobby and
his mother had been so exhausted that they slept until late
afternoon. Norma was the first up and made them a beautiful dinner
in the middle of which Jake, father and husband, unexpectedly
showed up. It seems that everything had been settled and he was
back home again. That put a crimp on mother and son's plans for the
rest of the weekend. Actually from that point on for some time.
There didn't seem to be a spare moment when they were both home
together that something didn't get in the way of their getting
together again. From time to time they would give each other long
knowing soulful looks, but that was all that passed between them.
For his part, Bobby was so hyper that he had to masturbate three
and four times a day just to keep the tension down and to allow him
to think of other things besides his mother. Each time he did it he
replayed the events from that Saturday morning when his mother had
put on a masturbation display he still found difficult to believe
happened. Now matter how often he jacked off, the moment he began
fantasizing about his mother bent over in front of him with
clothespins on her long nipples, that huge cucumber stuck up her
cunt while she frantically finger fucked her own asshole he came
almost immediately.
As a result of that incident, Norma had a constant reminder for
days afterward because her nipples were extremely sore from having
been clamped with the clothespins. No matter what kind of clothes
she wore she was always subconsciously aware of the tenderness in
her breasts. When the acute soreness began to fade, however, she
sought to re-intensify the feeling by wearing rough materials
without a bra, which she didn't really need, so that it would rub
her nipples. Like her son Bobby, she too masturbated frequently,
more than she was used to in the past. And she also fantasized
about their second time together. Her vision of the incident
differed, however, in that she concentrated on the sight of her son
sitting on the very edge of the bed, hands tied behind his back
with his enormous hard penis jerking untouched in the air as it
shot spurt after spurt of thick jism, some of it landing on her.
She had never before seen a man cum without some sort of tactile
stimulation and knowing that she alone had aroused her son to such
a point was something she would never forget.
Norma was entranced with her son's penis. To her it was the
iconized focal point of all her lust and passion. It baffled her
that given her sexual experience she should have become so obsessed
with just this one organ, but she was and she just accepted the
fact and gave in to it. The only regret she had was that she had
forbade any physical contact between her and her son; they had both
agreed to it and she was determined to hold to it for the sake of
both of them.
She knew her son was in agony, but she couldn't help him without
putting their situation in jeapordy. She felt the same pangs of
frustration herself, she was sure. They would just both have to
wait until opportunity presented itself and not get foolhardy. He
was young and restless and probably innocently unaware of the
tragedy which could befall them at any turn so she took it upon
herself to be strong and control the situation.
Two weeks had passed without incident or opportunity until, on
Friday afternoon Norma got home from work and got a phone call from
the office pleading with her to drive the twenty miles to
Charleston and pick up some badly needed documents at their branch
office there. Jake, her husband, was already home and just lounging
around - god, she could kill the bastard - and Bobby was downstairs
in the den watching television. He had probably hoped, as she had,
that they would be able to use this time to be together.
She reluctantly agreed, therefore, to make the trip and was set
to go out the door when the idea occured to her. She turned and
went upstairs to the den. Walking in she said, "Hi, sport. Wanna
take a ride?"
"Hi, mom. Where to?"
"Oh, I just have to run over to Charleston and pick up some
papers for work. Won't take long. Just thought you might like to
ride along."
Bobby considered this for a couple of seconds and then said,
"Sure. Why not." Grabbing his jacket he headed upstairs behind his
mother. As they climbed the steep stairs Bobby's eyes were right
level with his mother's legs just a couple of feet in front of him.
Just then he would have given anything to be able to reach out and
feel them up, to bury his face in their fullness and kiss them and
lick them with his tongue. It gave him an almost instant hard-on
which he surreptitiously had to adjust as they reached the top of
the stairs.
It was a pleasant late afternoon drive on the back roads to
Charleston and Norma enjoyed the ride through alternating farm
fields and woods. She was painfully aware, however, that Bobby was
not looking at the wonderful fall scenery; his eyes were glued to
her legs as she drove. The above the knee skirt she had worn that
day had ridden up on her thighs giving her son a pretty good
eyeful. Watching the constantly curving road, she couldn't look
over at him long enough to see whether he had a hard-on or not, but
she was pretty sure that he did. Neither wanted to bring up the
topic which was foremost on their minds, especially with the
thought of another weekend at home with Jake around and no way to
get together.
About half way there a straight stretch of road came up and
Norma now took the chance to take a long look at her son. When she
looked over her suspicions were confirmed. He was looking straight
down at her legs and they had a glazed look about them. Then she
dropped her eyes to his crotch and saw that instead of just a
hard-on he had his hand in his pocket and was obviously playing
with himself. She was so surprised that she almost ran the car off
the road, but managed to keep it straight.
"For god's sake, Bobby! If you have to do it, then go ahead and
do it, but don't try and hide it."
"Uh, do what, mom?" he asked, surprised as he looked up.
"You know damn well what," Norma said almost angrily. "Do you
think I was born yesterday?!"
"I'm sorry, mom," he answered contritely, "I really am. It's
just that I'm so turned on and I didn't think you would notice."
Her own frustration was coming out as anger toward her son and
she knew it and didn't like it. Attempting to smooth things over
she said, "I know. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I guess I'm just a
little jealous about what you're doing and can't do it myself. And
I'm really pissed off that it's been 2 weeks now and there's still
no hope in sight. I'll try to be more patient, OK?"
"Gee, mom, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you,
honest."
"No, no, it's OK - really. If you want to masturbate, why don't
you unzip your pants and take it out and do it." She picked up her
purse and handed it toward him saying, "Look in here. There's some
kleenex. That way, when you cum you won't make a mess of your
clothes."
Without saying anything Bobby took the proferred purse and
rummaged around coming up with the tissues which he set on the seat
with the purse. Then he proceded to unzip his pants and reached his
hand in and with some difficulty finally managed to work his large
erection through his underwear and out his fly. Hesitating he
asked, "Are you sure this is OK, mom?"
"Of course it is, darling. I understand. But you'd better hurry
or we'll be to Charleston before you get a chance to cum."
Bobby hesitated and then said, "Maybe I ought to wait, then. If
I wait, will you let me do it on the way back?"
"Sure, if that's what you want. Maybe that's best anyway."
"OK, I'll wait then." And he pulled his pants over his cock and
tucked it back in as best he could.
"Have you been jacking off a lot, Bobby?" Norma asked, once
again taking her son by surprise with the frankness of her speech.
"Uh, yeah, I have, I guess," he answered in a low voice.
"More than once a day?"
"Yeah. Sometimes three and four times."
"Jesus, that's a lot isn't it?"
"I've gotta do it, mom, otherwise I go nuts cause I get so horny
I can't think of anything else and can't get anything done.
Especially my schoolwork."
Just then they came to the city limits. As they entered the
outskirts of town, Norma spotted an old seedy motel and for one
crazy moment considered just renting a room for a couple of hours
and throwing caution to the wind. But the urge passed as quickly as
it came and she drove on finally arriving at the business. She went
in and got the papers and was back in the car in a jiffy and they
were again headed back home.
No sooner were they clear of the town than Norma said, "OK
Bobby, if you want to do it, go ahead."
Bobby reached into his pants again and had an easier time of
getting his cock out this time because he was now only half hard
even though he noticed that his mother had made sure that when she
got in the car her skirt was all the way up on her thighs to where
he could make out the swell of her pubis under her pantyhose.
"My legs don't turn you on anymore," Norma mock pouted when she
noticed his condition.
"No. It's not that. I was just thinking that I have to play a
game tonight and maybe I shouldn't do it. The coach said that sex
was bad for us 24 hours before a game."
Norma didn't know what to say to that, but she didn't want to
let this opportunity go to waste. Thinking fast she reached up with
one hand and opened her suitcoat wide. Then she began unbuttoning
her blouse. When it was open she then took the front clasp of her
bra in her fingers and pushed it together until it too was open. As
she pulled each cup of the bra to the side and exposed her breasts
to her son's view the draft from the half open car windows created
a chill on her and her nipples became instantly erect.
Bobby's eyes took this all in and his cock sprang to life again.
Norma glanced quickly over at him and seeing her actions had the
desired result she remarked, "That ought to help, huh?"
"Oh, god, mom," Bobby moaned as his hand went to his stiff cock
and he began to jack it.
"Does it feel good, Bobby? Does it, huh?" she asked in a sulty
voice. And before he could answer she went on, "I just love to
watch you play with yourself. I haven't had a chance to really tell
you how much I enjoyed our little session last time. Did you like
it too?"
"I can't talk, mom. The sight of those hard nipples and your big
beautiful legs is . . . oh shit, here it comes . . . ohhhh . . . .
unghhhh . . ." and Bobby's cock once more let loose a torrent of
semen which flew all over the place. When the spasms passed he just
flopped back against the door and closed his eyes.
To Norma's disappointment she had missed most of the action but
she was aware of one thing. "Uh, dear, you forgot to use the
kleenex."
"Oh hell, I'm sorry," he rejoined and roused himself out of his
post orgasmic lethargy. He picked up the kleenex and starting
haphazardly swiping at the tracks he'd left. When he got all he
could see he then cleaned himself off and was about to ditch the
soaked tissue out the car window when his mother said, "No, don't
do that. That's littering. Here, give it to me."
"But it soaking wet, mom," Bobby protested.
"It's OK. Just give it to me."
He gently laid the cum soaked kleenex in his mother's
outstretched hand. To his amazement, she took the tissue and began
to rub her full lips with it, leaving a viscous outer coating of
his come over her lipstick after which she proceded to snake her
tongue out and lick it off. She then put the tissue once more to
her mouth and began to suck on it and said, "Hmmmmmm, you taste
really good, darling." It may have been a mistake she thought, but
she just couldn't help herself.
Bobby continued to stare in disbelief at what his mother had
done and it had such a stunningly erotic effect on him that he
began to get hard again. But then he noticed his mother trying to
get herself straightened up as they were getting close to home so
he tucked himself back in and zipped his pants. Seeing Norma was
having a hard time driving and dressing he offered his help.
Norma said, "Sure, I'd appreciate it if you could get me
buttoned up - that is, without copping a feel. Think you can do
that, sport?"
"I'll try," he said, as he moved closer to her.
"The bra clasps in the front, OK. That's it, just hook it
together. Good. Now just button my blouse."
Bobby was indeed tempted to try and touch his mother. He was so
close to her that he could smell her excitement mixed in with her
perfume. He could even feel her breath and the heat from her
exposed skin on his hands and face, but his senses told him it was
best to abide by her wishes.
No sooner had he gotten her blouse buttoned than they turned the
corner leading down to their house.
Continued in part 6
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