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Date: Thu, 20 May 2004 05:04:03 +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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