From tremic@ix.netcom.com Fri Jan 10 15:15:08 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Friday Afternoon  Complete
From: Clue Master <tremic@ix.netcom.com>
Date: Fri, 10 Jan 1997 15:15:08 -0500

STORY:  Friday Afternoon  
                           Part 1 


Bobby sat on the commode in the plush upstairs bathroom with a
thin, well-worn magazine of grainy photographs of nude women in
his left hand and his K-Y jelly-lubricated erection in his right.
As he stared at a waist-to-head picture of a particularly sexy
brunette with medium sized breasts he slid his jelly-slick hand
slowly up and down his hard penis while trying to imagine what it
would be like to have this woman sitting live across from him
watching him jacking off instead of just staring back at him
lifelessly from a piece of paper. Nonetheless, as he stroked himself
that good sensation in his groin continued to build. It wouldn't
be long now before his cock would spew out that marvelous white
jism onto the face of this woman who turned him on so much with
her sexy sneer. Although it would ruin another couple of pages of
the magazine, Bobby just couldn't seem to help himself; it gave
him such a thrill to come on the faces of the women who turned him on.

Today was unusual in that the basketball coach had called off the
normal after-school practice and Bobby was able to go home early. He
had planned to use the time to catch up on his homework, but when
he got home he hadn't seen his mother's car in the driveway and
figured she must have stayed late at work. Thinking he had the
house to himself, he hurried to the upstairs bathroom to relieve
himself of the tension that had been building in him because of two
incidents earlier in the day.

The first had happened while he was getting dressed for school. He
had been passing down the hallway on his way to the bathroom when
he happened to glance through the half-opened door of his parents'
bedroom and caught a glimpse of his mother, Norma, clad in only
bra and panties as she got dressed for work.  Although the glance
was only fleeting it was enough to set him on edge. Norma was a
tall, statuesque woman whose most striking features were her long,
wavy black hair which cascaded down her back almost to her waist
and her equally long full legs. From the time Bobby began to develop
sexually he had been attracted to her and her beautiful legs held
a special fascination for him. From time to time he would masturbate
while fantasizing what it would be like to be able to fondle and
kiss his mother's legs. He was also extremely curious about her
breasts, which appeared to be slightly on the small side. Try as
he might, he had yet to see his mother's bare breasts and this just
inflamed his imagination that much more.

The second incicdent occured in biology class when Jenny Avarrito
had tripped on her way past his desk and landed squarely in his
lap. The fall had caught him unawares and as he grabbed her to keep her
from sliding to the floor his hand had landed firmly on her beautiful
full long tanned leg.  From that moment on he hadn't been able to
get the feel of her firm yet soft leg in his hand out of his mind.

So enraptured was he now in his erotic musings as he sat masturbating
to the erotic vision of his mother alternating with the feel of
Jenny's leg and the sexy tits and sneer on the face of the woman
looking at him from the magazine that he was taken completely by
surprise when the bathroom door suddenly opened and there stood
his mother staring in amazement at him. She remained frozen in the
doorway with one hand on the doorknob and the other on the jamb
for what seemed an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds,
her gaze alternating up and down between his eyes and his crotch.
Just as suddenly as she had appeared she whispered, "Excuse me,
I'm sorry," and was gone, softly pulling the door closed behind her.

But it was too late. The damage had been done; he'd been caught!
"God - what's going to happen now," he worried as his cock slowly
began to deflate. His libido deflating as well, Bobby decided he had
better get cleaned up and go try to do some homework - or something.
And then he remembered that early that morning his mother had
hastily told him on her way out the door to work that she was
leaving work early to take the car to the garage for maintenance
and that she would get a ride home from there. He realized then
that she must have been home the entire time even though he hadn't
seen or heard her. Maybe she had been taking a nap or something.

Just as he put the magazine on the floor and was ready to get a
wash cloth to clean himself off he heard a soft rapping at the
door. Then the door opened a crack and his mother stuck her head
inside and said, "Is it alright if I come in, Bobby? Please let me
come in."

"Gee, mom, I'll be out in just a second. Can you wait?"

"Bobby, I want to talk to you - right now," she said as the door
opened wider and she entered. "Please let me come in."

When she was fully inside, she gently closed the door and turned
toward her son who was still seated on the toilet with his pants
around his ankles. Looking down on his upturned face she said, "I'm
really sorry to disturb you, but I've been wanting to talk to you
about this for quite some time now. Do you wind?"

"Talk about what, mom?"

"This. You know - you're doing this. Masturbating."

"Aw, gee, mom . . . "

"It's OK, Bobby. Look - I've been meaning to bring the subject up
ever since I talked to your father about it, but he's such a wimp
that he just shrugs it off and refuses to discuss it. I'm just a
little concerned about you - I'm your mother, you know - and curious
also. Can you and I just discuss it?"

"Can I, uh, get dressed first?" Bobby asked, feeling a little
embarrassed sitting half naked in front of his mother even though
his erection had subsided.

"Well . . . I thought maybe you'd like to, uh, finish what you'd started
-
before I so rudely interrupted you."

When her son didn't answer, she said softly, "It's OK. You can go
ahead. I'd really like you to go ahead and finish it, Bobby."

"You mean finish doing it? Right now?" he queried, puzzled.

"Uh huh - if you wouldn't mind, dear."

"With you here?"

"Sure - if you wouldn't mind. I'd kind of like to watch you."

"You'd what!" Bobby said in amazement.

"I'd like to watch you masturbate yourself, Bobby." his mother said
matter-of-factly.

"Aw, mom, it's bad enough you caught me without you making me do it in
front of you," he said shamefacedly.

"I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to Bobby.
But I really would like to watch you do it to yourself."

"Well - gosh, I don't know whether I could do that or not. I've
never done it in front of someone before."

"I understand, son. I guess it might be a little difficult to get
yourself excited, given the circumstances - especially with your
mother present." With her hand his mother pointed toward the magazine
lying on the floor and said, "But it's OK if you want to go ahead
and look at those pictures - if you think it would help."

The reference to the magazine made Bobby blush again and he didn't
know quite what to say. Norma, sensing her son's hesitation, bent
down and picked up the magazine. Glancing at the picture that Bobby
had been looking at earlier she handed it to him asking, "Is this
the picture that you like to look at? Is she the one that turns
you on? She's really got beautiful breasts, doesn't she?"

Reflexively, Bobby reached out with his hand and took the magazine
from her, looking down at the picture.  Totally confused by the
situation, especially hearing his mother talk this way for the
first time in his life, Bobby was at a loss as to how to act, but
he felt thoroughly trapped with no way out.

"Well, maybe if you're not ready yet, we can talk a little, OK?"
his mother asked.

"Sure, mom, OK."

"Would you answer a couple of questions for me?"

"If I can - sure." Bobby responded hesitantly.

"I've known for some time that you've been doing it, dear. All the
telltale signs are there. I want you to know that I think it's OK,
though, and that it's normal and nothing to be ashamed of, OK?"

"Uh huh."

"Have you had sex with a girl yet? I mean real sex - where you have an
orgasm?"

"No," Bobby answered softly, and then added, "not that I haven't wanted
to."

"Naturally. When you masturbate, do you fantasize about Jenny or Ariel
or any of your other girlfriends?"

"Yeah, sometimes."

"And what do you fantasize about them?"

"You know - what it would be like to be with them, touching them,
that kind of stuff?"

"Uh huh, and would you like it if one of them jacked you off? I'm sorry,
dear - you do know what jacking off is, don't you?"

"Sure. It's what I was doing - masturbating."

"Does it bother you, Bobby, when I talk dirty like that? You know, use
dirty words like jacking off?"

Actually, it was somewhat tittilating to hear his mother use that kind
of language, but he only replied, "No ma'am, it doesn't bother me."

"And would you want one of your girlfriends to do it to you? Jack you
off?"

"I guess. Yeah, but I don't think it would ever happen."

"And the other times? When you're not fantasizing about them you look at
pictures?"

"Uh, huh," Bobby was starting to get even more nervous now, wondering
whether his mother was going to ask him whether he thought about
her while he was doing it. That was an area he wanted to avoid
because from time to time he did think about her, wondering what her
body looked like totally undressed. He could not ever remember
seeing his mother totally naked although now and then he had glimpsed
her in various states of undress as he had that morning. He was
especially turned on by her legs which were long and full.  Even
though his mother was not big-breasted she had enough to make
her blouses and sweaters stick out and he was curious about them
and what they looked like, especially the nipples which seemed to poke
out through her clothes all the time.

Sensing she was getting close to shaky territory, Norma pushed a little
harder with her next question. "Is there anything else you think about
besides your young girlfriends, Bobby?"

"Well . . ." and he hesitated a long guilty moment.

"How about me, Bobby. Have you ever thought about me while you
masturbated?"

Norma could tell even before he opened his mouth that she had hit the
mark. Bobby's face turned a few shades of darker red as he stammered,
"Aw, mom . . ."

"It's OK, Bobby. I think it's natural for a boy your age to be
curious about his mother - even sexually. Now tell me the truth - have
you ever thought about me."

"Well, sure, I guess. Once in a while," he admitted shyly.i

"And what do you fantasize about me?"

"Gee, mom, this is really embarrassing . . ."

"There's no need to be embarrassed, son - I'm your mother and you can
tell me. I'm really curious and I'd like to know. Now tell me what you
think about me while you're playing with yourself."

"Well, I guess I like your legs a lot, mom. I think about them mostly."

"Well, I'm very flattered, son," Norma said reassuringly. "I'm glad you
find my legs attractive. I always thought they were a little too fat."

"Oh, gee, no. They're really beautiful, mom. I mean it."

"Tell me - what's the thing that most turns you on about women? Is
it their legs, or rears, or their breasts or what?"

"Breasts, mostly, I guess."

"Is that what you look at most of the time when you look at those
pictures?"

"Uh huh."

"Do you ever think about my tits, Bobby. Have you ever seen my bare
breasts?"

"Uh, no I haven't," he stammered honestly, wondering what his mother
was getting at now. Norma then suddenly stood and said, "Wait here
just a minute, OK - I'll be right back," as she opened the bathroom
door and turned down the hallway.

A minute later she was back and re-seated herself on the edge of
the tub. In her hand she held what appeared to Bobby to be a bunch
of photographs, but he couldn't see what they were. Then his mother
said, "Bobby, I'd like you to see these, if you want to, but first
you have to promise me that you won't ever tell anyone you've seen
them, OK? Promise?"

"Sure mom, if you don't want me to say anything, I won't," Bobby said,
thinking that maybe his mother had some girly pictures of his father's
or something.

Without saying anything Norma held the photos toward her son. Bobby took
them in his dry hand while reaching for a towel to wipe off the K-Y
jelly on his other hand. Having done so he then looked down at the top
photo and was stunned.

There, in full living color, was a picture of none other than his
mother dressed up whorishly like many of the girls in the magazines.
She had on sheer black stockings held up by suspenders from a black
garter belt and high heels that made her beautiful legs look even
longer and fuller. But what attracted his immediate attention was
that her upper torso was encased in a partial bra that lifted her
breasts and pushed them out while leaving the nipples completely
exposed. He felt his soft cock twitch and began to harden again as
he gazed at the magnificently large dark brown areolae and nipples
on his mother's breasts. They were huge - larger than any he had
ever seen in a magazine or even imagined existed. And they jutted
straight out from her tits tilting slightly upward and outward.

As he continued to stare at that one picture he was aware that his cock
was swelling and that it was in plain view of his mother's sight. Still,
he couldn't seem to remove his eyes from the picture.

When he finally did look up at his mother she had a sexy smile on her
face and said in a low, husky voice, "It's OK, Bobby. You can look at
the rest of them, too, if you want."

"Is this really you, mom?" he asked, somewhat confused and a little
embarrassed at being so boldly confronted with his own mother's
sexuality.

"Yes, Bobby, it really is me. But don't ask how they were taken - that's
my secret. Just go ahead and look at them, OK."

Bobby just nodded his head as he took the second photo. It showed
his mother sitting upright on the edge of a straight-backed chair.
Her legs were spread and he could now make out a thick black patch
of pubic hair between her legs. This inflamed him even more. He
had never before considered even remotely the possibility that his
mother had a sexual side, but that idea was changing rapidly.

There were about six pictures in all of his mother in various poses
and dressed the same in each picture. The last one was somewhat
different, however, insomuch as now his mother was sitting spreadlegged
on the edge of the bed and she had one hand holding what appeared
to be a large black rubber penis stuck in her cunt while the other
hand pulled at one of her big nipples as she leered at the camera
with a lust filled expression.

At this point, Bobby became fully erect again and looked apprehensively
up at his mother. Norma just smiled and said to him, "Well - I can see
that I do turn you on, don't I?"

As Norma nodded her head toward the picture Bobby was holding she
said, "And you ought to be able to see from those pictures that
boys aren't the only ones that play with themselves, either. I've
been masturbating since I was your age and still do it almost every
day - sometimes more than once a day. I love doing it and love
watching other people doing it, too. That's why I want to watch
you. Maybe one of these days I'll even let you watch me jack off if
you'd like. But now I can see those pictures have gotten you hard again.
Would you like to look at them while you masturbate?"

When Bobby didn't respond right away she continued, "I'd be glad to have
you look at those if you want to. Go ahead, Bobby, it's alright. You're
hard as a rock. Why don't you go ahead and jack off your hard penis
while you look at those pictures. Here - give me your hand," and Norma
reached out and grasped her son's hand, the one that he had been using
on his cock. Turning the palm up she proceded to gather a mouthful of
saliva and spit it onto his hand.

"That'll help make you slick again, huh."

Dumbfounded, Bobby reached down and began to smear his mother's
spit over his solid erection as he looked into her sexy eyes. When
it was completely covered he wrapped his hand around it and began
to slowly pump it up and down as he looked once again at the super
charged picture of his mother fucking herself with the dildo and
playing with her nipple.

After a few moments he heard his mother say, "Do you like my tits,
Bobby? Now that you've seen my bare breasts, don't you think they're
really nice? I have nice big, sexy nipples don't I? Actually, I've
got the biggest nipples I've ever seen on a woman and I know they
turn men on. Do you like them, Bobby?"

"Oh, god, mom - they're beautiful, they really are. They're so
big!" Bobby exclaimed in his building excitement.

Then his mother stunned him once again when she asked him, looking
deeply into his eyes, "Would you rather see the real thing than look at
those pictures, Bobby?"

"What?? You mean . . .?"

"Yes, Bobby. I do mean. If you'd like, I'll let you look at my bare
breasts while you jack off. Would you like that, huh? You can see
it all - my big nipples and all, if you want."

"Ohhhh, mom . . ." was all Bobby could get out as his breathing became
ragged and his excitement rose at the thought of his mother showing him
her bare tits.

"Well . . .? Do you want to?"

"God, mom, yes . . ."

"Yes, what, dear? Tell me what. Tell me what you want to see. I want to
hear you say it, Bobby."

Hesitantly Bobby said, "Please, mom, let me see your breasts. I want to
see your bare tits with their big nipples."

"That's right," Norma whispered as she began to unbutton her blouse.
"That's what I'm going to do - right now. I'm going to show you my
breasts." When the blouse was undone she pulled it out of the waist of
her slacks, shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall backwards into
the tub.

"And what are you going to do? Tell me what you're going to do while you
look at my bare tits, Bobby."

Bobby then went almost catatonic as his mother reached behind her to
unclasp her bra. His eyes bugged out as the back of the bra fell open,
but his mother kept the bra against her bosom with one of her forearms
saying, "Come on, Bobby, tell me what you're going to do while you look
at my tits - or I won't show them to you."

Bobby was so excited at this point that he could hardly talk. He was
almost goggle-eyed as he stared across at his mother's bosom, but he
managed to get out, "Uh, well - I'm going to jack off, mom. I'm going to
masturbate while I look at your beautiful tits."

"And are you going to cum, dear?"

"Oh yes, ma'am. Yes - I'm going to cum."

"That's just what I wanted to hear, Bobby. I want you to cum. I
want you to cum real hard while you look at my tits and nipples,"
Norma said as she then suddenly let her arm drop and the bra fell
away from her chest exposing her two magnificent breasts to her
son'e gaze. Bobby just sat and stared at his mother. Her tits were
even more beautiful than they appeared in the photographs. They
stuck straight out and now Bobby could see that the deep dark brown
areolae had a pebbled textured and the nipples themselves were
longer than they appeared in the pictures.

"Nice, huh, Bobby?" his mother said teasingly. "Doesn't the sight of my
bare tits and nipples really make you want to jack your cock?"

Bobby couldn't seem to move. He was mesmerized as he sat, his one hand
holding his rock hard prick in a near death grip.

He didn't actually need to move, though, because when his mother said,
"My nipples get even longer and fatter when I play with them," and
reached both hands up and began to pull, twist and tug at the already
turgid nipples, Bobby had a spontaneous orgasm right on the spot.

His rigid cock began to spew out jet after jet of thick white jism,
the first couple of spurts traversing the short space between them
and landing on his mother's thighs, soaking into the fabric of her
slacks.

"Ohhh, Bobby, yessss!" Norma purred, "yes - oh, shoot out all that
lovely cum, son. That's right, jack your cock, honey. Make it spurt!
Jack it off for me, dear!"

Hearing his mother's exhortations, Bobby then began to frig himself
violently causing his cock to renew its spasms sending even more thick
cum spewing forth covering his hand and his own thighs.

As the orgasm began to lessen, Bobby's mother reached over with her hand
and gently stroked her son's face and said, "That was really great. That
must have been one of the best orgasms you've ever had. Now why don't
you clean yourself up and let's have dinner. We can talk some more about
this as we eat.

Norma then quickly gathered her blouse and bra and gently disengaged
the pictures from Bobby's grip and departed the bathroom as he just
lay back against the toilet seat, eyes scrunched closed, recovering
and considering what just happened and what might happen in the
future.


                          Part 2
                        Norma's Story


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 mother as she watched; he really did jack off
while she watched and had the most powerful cum 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 not 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.

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 cunt 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 have sex with her if that is
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 the 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 this 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 . . .



                         Part 3
                      The Phone Call


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 will have all weekend to be together
and the sound of her voice saying that makes 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 he can faintly smell his mother's
perfume on it. Suddenly he feels the tension in his groin at the thought
of his mother's beautiful breasts encased in the flimsy bra and he
considers 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
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 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."



                           Part 4

Norma declined the invitation to stay for breakfast and visit with
her sister. She was anxious to get home to see her son. Rather than
having satisfied her lust, the previous evening's phone call and
subsequent sex play had only inflamed her that much more.

It was eight oclock as she pulled in the driveway and she hoped Bobby
was still asleep so she could get cleaned up and make herself attractive
for him. As she entered the house and went to hang up her coat she heard
him moving around in the kitchen and was a little disappointed. She then
called out, "Hi, Bobby, it's me - I'm home."

"Hi, mom," she heard him call back.

As she entered the kitchen she saw her son sitting at the table eating
toast in nothing but his undershorts. Walking by him toward the coffee
pot she tossled his hair and said, "Hi, sport. You OK this morning?"

"Yeah, sure, mom." was all he said and he seemed a bit shy or
embarrassed. That would be natural, she thought. After all, how
many people her son's age had ever engaged in phone sex with their
own mother?

Norma got a cup of coffee and then went and sat down at the table with
Bobby, but didn't say anything. She waited instead for him to strike up
a conversation. When he remained silent and wouldn't look at her she
finally decided to break the deadlock.

"Are you OK, Bobby? Do you feel OK?"

"Sure. I'm fine."

"Then what's the matter. You're acting as if I'm not even here."

After a short pause he said, "Well, I guess I'm just a little
embarrassed about last night."

"Does that mean you don't want to look at me or talk to me anymore?"

"Oh, mom, no. It's just that - well, you know."

"No, Bobby, I don't know. Tell me. Remember, I'm your mother."

"Uh huh. That's part of the problem, I think."

Norma didn't say anything so Bobby blundered on, "I mean, you're
my mom and I know that what we did isn't supposed to happen between
a mother and son."

Gently Norma leaned forward and laid her hand on Bobby's bare arm
saying, "Yeah, I know. And I understand your feelings. I have that same
problem myself so can we at least talk about it?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Would you like to just stop doing it, dear. That is, do you think we
should just quit and pretend like nothing ever happened. I'd be willing
to do that if that's what you really want."

"Aw, gee, mom. I can't stop thinking about you. You'd think after last
night I could at least get some sleep, but I woke up dreaming about
you."

"And were you excited?"

"Yes."

"And did you do it again. Did you jack off again?"

"That's the hard part. I felt so bad and just wanted to forget it
all, but I was - you know - hard again."

"Uh huh. And what did you do."

"Well, I decided I'd wait for you to get home. And the worst part is, I
hoped it would happen again."

"Does that mean you want to do it some more?"

Bobby lowered his head and folded his hands in his lap and muttered, "Uh
huh."

"Look at me, darling." When Bobby moved his head and looked into
his mother's eyes he became so filled with lust and love that it
almost took his breath away. "I know that what we've done isn't
exactly, uh, right, Norma continued on, but I'm willing to go on
doing it if we can both agree to a couple very simple rules."

"Rules?" Bobby asked

"Right. I think everything will be OK if we agree to two things,
actually. First, there should never be any touching. We should never
touch each other. Everything will be alright if we just watch one
another, I think."

When she hesitated, trying to gauge her son's reaction he asked, "And .
..... the second thing?"

"I feel it would be best if we limited stuff to once a week. And only
when your father's away. Would that be OK with you?"

"Sure, I understand that. But does that mean that we can just watch and
that's all?"

"Yes. I don't think we should get involved any further than that, dear.
It might lead to consequences neither one of us wants."

Bobby stayed thoughtfully silent, but she could read the disappointment
clearly written all over his features. The frown on his face told the
whole story and it tugged at her emotions because she felt a strong
sense of frustration herself with the conditions she had just laid down.

Finally Bobby looked up and said resignedly, "I'll do whatever you want,
mom. You've always known best and I sure don't want anything to happen
to you."

"That's so sweet of you, darling. All in all, I think it's best for us
both. We'll see, though, won't we. Now - how are you feeling just right
now?"

"OK. I can accept that."

"No - that's not what I mean. I've been thinking about you all night and
all the way home in the car from your Aunt's." Bobby now caught the
sudden shift in his mother's tone, but asked anyway, "What do you mean,
mom?"

"I mean, that I'm really horny, Bobby. And if we weren't in this
situation I would simply go upstairs and frig myself off. But since
you're here, would you like to discuss the promise I made you last week
and again last night?"

Bobby's interest picked up immediately and he said, "What's to discuss?"

Seeing his eagerness, Norma said, "Whoa, young stud - not so fast. I
want to talk about this first, if it's alright with you."

"Uh, OK."

"Tell me now what you think I promised you."

"Well, last week you kinda promised me that sometime or other that you'd
let me watch you do it."

Norma was rapidly becoming excited again as she could see the results of
her offer causing Bobby's shorts to begin tenting out and wanting to use
the conversation to further stimulate herself as a sort of verbal
foreplay she decided to milk it for all it was worth.

"Watch me do what, Bobby?"

"You know, mom. You said you'd let me watch you masturbate," he said
impatiently.

"Uh huh. And . . ."

"And what?" It was tough trying to get her son into her little verbal
game. It was plain that he just wanted to get on with it. But Norma was
not going to let him have control of the situation.

"And . . . I want to know if you still want to do that. Do you still
want to watch me jerk off?"

"Of course I do!"

"And when do you want us to do this."

"Why not right now?"

"Well, I'd need to get cleaned up first."

"That's OK. I'll wait."

"Now, how would you like this to happen. Tell me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, would you like me to get dressed up for you?"

"You mean you're going to do it with your clothes on?" Bobby suddenly
sounded let down.

"No, silly. I mean, would you like me to dress up the way I was in those
pictures?"

"No shit!" Bobby exclaimed. "Ooops, sorry mom, didn't mean to swear like
that."

Ignoring his little outburst Norma continued, "Would you like to
see me the way I was when I was doing it then. In the half bra and
garter belt and stockings and heels - you know, like some of the
women in your magazines? Would you like to see me dressed like a
slut?" The tone and sound of her own voice was now turning Norma on.

"Oh wow! That would be great. You mean, I'd actually get to see you live
just like you were in those pictures??"

"Sure. If that's what you want?" Norma said playfully. "Is that what you
want, Bobby?"

Suddenly Bobby began to catch on and said, "I'd really like that,
mom.  I'd just love to see you all dressed up in those sexy things.
You'll look great that way. And it'll even be better to watch you
do things to yourself when you're all dressed up. Wow!"

Now she knew she had him. "And what kind of things would you like
to watch me do to myself, Bobby," she asked huskily.

When Norma looked down she saw that Bobby's shorts were stretched out in
front meaning he probably had a full hard-on. "Is the thought of looking
at your mother while she masturbates turning you on, dear?" she asked
coyly as she nodded her head toward his crotch.

"Kind of obvious, isn't it," Bobby replied and blushed.

"Come on, Bobby, tell me what you'd like me to do for you while you
watch. Don't be shy."

"Well, whatever you want, I guess."

"What's the thing you want to see me do most to myself? What do you
fantasize about most?"

"Uh, OK, do you think you could do it with that thing in you? You know .
... ."

"You mean with the dildo?"

"Yeah, with the dildo. I'd love to see that live."

"Well, I hate to disappoint you, but that wasn't mine and I don't have
one. But wait," Norma acted as if a sudden thought just came to her. "I
think there's a cucumber in the refrigerator I could use. Except it'd be
awfully cold."

"A cucmber?! Holy cow! You'd put a cucumber in you?" Bobby exclaimed
amazed.

"Sure. I've jacked off before with lots of things in me besides
cucumbers."

He couldn't believe his ears. His own mother admitting to such lewd
behavior. It was the sexiest thing Bobby had ever experienced and made
him want to grab his hard prick right then and there but he refrained.

"I know," Norma mused, "While I'm upstairs getting ready you can get the
cucumber out and warm it up with your hands for me. Would you do that?"

"Sure I would. Oh mom."

"You're really getting hot now, aren't you, Bobby?"

"Uh huh." he answered looking into her eyes. Norma was very excited
herself and decided to cut off the blabber and get on with it.

"Well, I've got lots planned Bobby, but why don't I go get ready.
You wait here and warm up the kuke for 15 minutes while I change.
It's now nine oclock. You wait until 9:15 and then come on upstairs,
OK?. I'll be in my bedroom and you can just come right in."

So saying, Norma rose and headed upstairs while Bobby turned in
his chair and opened the refrigerator door. Rummaging around in
the vegetable bin at the bottom he actually found two cucumbers;
one was considerably larger than the other and he decided devilishly
to take the bigger one.  Eyeing it, he couldn't imagine how his
mother was going to get the thing into her cunt because of its
size. He then proceded to start warming it in his hands as she had
asked, rubbing it up and down and twisting his two hands around
it. God, how he wished he had one that big, he thought. He was so
aroused now that he considered just doing it right then, but decided
it'd be better to wait until he could watch his mother. Then they'd
do it together, only face-to-face instead of over the phone like
last night.

Bobby waited impatiently for the fifteen minutes to pass, each
minute seeming like an hour. When it was time he jumped up and
almost ran to the stairs. Once upstairs he slowed down and walked
to his mother's bedroom where the door was closed. He knew she said
he could just walk right in, but he'd never done that before and
knocked softly out of habit.

He heard his mother's sexy voice say, "It's open dear, you can come
in," as if from a long way off. When he entered the room she was
nowhere in sight, but he could smell her perfume. Then he heard
her say from her walk-in closet, "Did you bring it with you, Bobby?"

"Yes ma'am, I did."

"Good, just lay it on the nightstand by the bed."

He put the cucumber down and sat down on the edge of the bed facing
away from the closet. After about a minute he saw out of the corner
of his eye his mother walking around in front of him. The sight
was not what he expected at all. Instead of the sensual picture he
had imagained, he saw his mother completely covered from head to
toe in her long plaited bathrob. The only thing showing was her
head with its long wavy black hair cascading down her back and her
hands with their long slender fingers and bright red painted nails.
Still it was kind of enticing wondering what was underneath the
robe even though he'd seen the pictures. But this was going to be
different he thought.

Suddenly his mother came to stand in front of him and looking down at
him said, "Now - before we get started, remember, you have to abide by
our agreement, OK?"

"Oh, sure mom. I agree . . ."

"And just to be sure that you're not even tempted, I need you to
cooperate in one little thing, OK."

"Yeah, sure. What is it?" he asked quizically.

"I want you to stand up, turn around and put your hands behind you."

"You mean like this," Bobby said, as he complied with her instructions.

Norma said, "Right." And reached into her robe pocket producing a man's
necktie with which she promptly began to bind Bobby's wrists tightly
behind his back.

Surprised and not knowing what his mother was up to he asked, "What are
you doing. How come you're tying me up, mom?"

"Just want to make sure you can't act on any temptations you might have,
dear," Norma replied smoothly, finishing the job.

"Aw, come on, mom," Bobby said, feeling disappointed and wondering how
this was going to work out with his hands bound behind him. "How am I
going to get to do it myself, tied up like this?" He sounded to Norma a
little worried now.

"You're not, darling," Norma replied in a bitchy tone of voice. "I
promised you that you could watch me. But I didn't say anything about
you doing it at the same time, now did I?"

"Well, no I guess you didn't. But that's not fair." he complained.

"All's fair in love, war and sex, dear son," Norma replied. "Don't
worry, everything's going to work out. Trust me, OK?"

"OK, I guess."

"I just want your undivided attention while I put on this show for you
and I don't want you breaking it up by doing anything else. When I'm
finished, then we'll see . . ." and she let the sentence trail off.

She then told her son to turn around again and to sit on the edge of the
bed. As he turned around he noticed that his mother's back was to him
and he lowered himself down still looking at her robe-clothed back.

Suddenly the entire robe fell to the floor revealing his mother's
back to his gaze. Norma didn't move except to cock one leg up so
that she was standing with her hands on her hips in a sexy pose
with her ass thrust enticingly toward his face. Bobby was dumbfounded.
The view of his mother from the back was stunning. He could see
even from this point that she was dressed exactly as she had been
in the pictures. Now, however, he could see her bare ass up close
and revelled in how beautifully big and well shaped it was. And,
oh, those long, full legs encased in sexy nylons. God, he just
wanted to reach out and run his hands up and down his mother's
big legs.

Still Norma hadn't said a word, just knowing that her son was feasting
his eyes on her backside and deciding to let him get a good look at her
from that angle. Finally, she said, "Like what you see, Bobby?"

"Oh, god yes, mom. You're beautiful."

"Am I sexy too, dear?" she asked teasingly.

"You know you are, don't you, mom?"

"Want to see more, do you?"

"Oh yes, please. Turn around, please," Bobby pleaded.

Slowly Norma revolved until she was halfway around and then stopped
giving her son a side view of her. Now she looked down at her son
with the most sexually smoldering expression on her face that he
had ever seen. Compared to his mother, the women he had seen in
magazines all appeared to be pretentious. She was the sexiest thing
alive. And she WAS alive and this was real and actually happening. His
cock throbbed so hard now that it actually began to hurt.

"How's this, dear," Norma queried, noticing that Bobby hadn't yet taken
his eyes from hers. "Don't you want to look at my tits?"

Bobby's eyes dropped to her bosom where he took in her small breasts
with the amazingly long dark nipples. They were held up and out by
the partial-cupped bra which left her nipples and most of the
areolae exposed; the areolae being so large that a portion of their
lower half was hidden by the bra cup. After a moment, his gaze fell
down to her legs which to him were almost as exciting as her tits.

"Do my tits still turn you on, Bobby? Do they?"

"Yes, ma'am. The nipples are so big and sexy," he said, aware that this
expression was fast becoming a litany, but not being able to help
himself.

Hearing this Norma almost asked him if he liked them badly enough to
want to suck on them, but then remembered the rules she had laid down
and caught herself. It wouldn't be fair to him to taunt him that way,
she felt, even though she would love to have him suck on her nipples.
God, in the condition she was in right now she would probably cum on the
spot the minute his lips and tongue touched them.

Then she turned to face him full on and his eyes went immediately to the
junction of her thighs where he spied what had previously only really
been hinted at. His mother had a large crop of black pubic hair which
entirely covered her cuntal area with a small arrow-like trail leading
almost up to her navel. As he continued to look at her crotch he noticed
all of a sudden a trickle of moisture starting to run down her right
thigh. Before even thinking about it he looked up and said, "Uh, mom, do
you need to take a pee? You're getting wet down there. It's OK - I'll
wait."

"Oh my god, Bobby," Norma exclaimed, surprised at her son's naivete,
"no son, I don't need to pee. What you're seeing is a result of
the excitement I'm feeling. When women get excited they excrete
fluid." She was then going to further his education by explaining
to him that the purpose of the fluid was to facilitate fucking,
but again, that would raise the spector of more than they agreed
upon and she didn't think it would be fair to him. Thus she remained
silent and just let him wonder.

After letting him silently stare at her for what seemed ages Norma
finally said, "Shall I get started, dear?"

"Uh, gee, whatever mom," he answered, still in awe at the sight of his
mother dressed like a wanton slut.

Norma then moved to the wall and retrieved the ottoman there and
pulled it over and positioned in about three feet directly in front
of where Bobby was sitting and sat down facing him. "I want you to
stand up for a minute," she said.

Bobby arose with difficulty, his hands being bound behind him. When
he finally got up, Norma reached up with both hands and slowly
lowered his undershorts down over his hips, pulling the front way
out and over his massive erection which was now sticking straight
out not more than a couple of inches from her lips. For a second
she considered just giving in and almost opened her mouth to take
his cock, but again restrained herself. Suddenly the undershorts
were down around his ankles and his mother ordered him to again sit
which he did.

"Spread your legs wide apart, Bobby. I want to see that magnificent hard
penis of yours. God, it's so big!" As she looked at it, she could see
that it would twitch and throb every second or so and wondered whether
Bobby was on the verge of cumming.

Looking up at him finally and seeing that she had his attention she put
the forefinger of her right hand in her mouth and began to suck on
it. Getting her finger good and wet she then cupped her right breast in
her left hand and squeezed the areola, making the nipple jut out. Then
she began to stroke the nipple, inundating it with her saliva covered
finger.

"This is how I usually start out masturbating, Bobby. I get myself good
and hot by playing with my tits and nipples. They're so sensitive," she
moaned and she continued fondling her breasts while her son gawked at
her.

"Then, when my pussy is good and wet I still play with my nipple and
start to stroke my cunt lips." Now Norma put action to her words and
released her breast and lowered her left hand to her groin and insert
two fingers in the massive dark jungle. As Bobby looked down he could
now make out through her pubic hair two plainly swollen lips, shiny and
pink. Nested between them and protruding downward was what appeared to
be a very small but distinct penis-like projection. But his mother
didn't touch that part of her, running her fingers all around it and
finally diving one finger up and inside her fuck canal. When she
withdrew it, Bobby could see that the finger was coated with a clear
slimy liquid which she then used to coat her clit.

Still fingering her nipple she now began in earnest to stroke the
area around her clit in a slow but steady circular motion, saying,
"God, that feels so good. Can't take much more of that though. I'll
cum in a second." So she stopped.

Bobby was disappointed until he saw Norma lean toward the nightstand and
retrieve the cucumber. Holy shit! her thought to himself, she's actually
going to use it. And she doesn't even look scared?

Norma then stood up and moved to the side of the ottoman and said, "Now
for the main event, huh." She put one high-heeled foot on the ottoman
and spread her cunt lips apart with her fingers. With the cucumber in
the other hand she moved the tip to the entrance to her cunt and started
to twirl it. Then while still twirling it she began to slowly push it in
and Bobby was flabbergasted to see it start to disappear into her. And
she didn't even cry out, but just started to moan real loud. He couldn't
believe it.

Bobby watched in total awe as his mother slowly worked the cucumber into
her twat, twisting and turning, slowly in and out, bit by bit until
almost the whole thing was up inside her.

"Are you enjoying this," she asked, not looking at him. "Does it arouse
you to watch your mother fuck herself with this big fat cucumber?"

All Bobby could do was grunt, "Uhhhh."

Without sitting down, Norma turned and looked at her son and said, "Now
for an added attraction," and she reached over and opened the drawer of
the nightstand and reached inside. When she withdrew her hand Bobby
could see her holding two plain ordinary clothespins and wondered for
the life of him what she was going to do with them. Then she sat down
again on the ottoman facing him with the cucumber still firmly embedded
in her cunt.

"I can see from your expression that your wondering about these
clothespins. Well - the sensations aroused in my nipples and cunt by
having them clamped on my nipples is absolutely exquisite, let me tell
you. And since we're going all out today for your pleasure I've decided
to give you the whole show."

Norma took a clothespin in one hand and spread the jaws open. Then with
her other hand she pulled one of her nipples straight out and affixed
the clothespin directly over it and let it close. The look on her face
was almost one of agony and Bobby started to get a little concerned
until she said, "Oh god, that hurts so good." Then she did the same with
the other clothespin to her other nipple.

Bobby was now beside himself with lust, love and other mixed emotions he
had never before experienced. He was painfully aware of the rigidness of
his cock as it stuck up from between his thighs and throbbed under its
own volition. Acutally his whole groin was now throbbing, not only his
cock, but his stomach muscles and his asshole as well. It felt like he
was going to cum any second now and nothing was even touching him.

Norma was aware of his state and felt she had better hurry herself along
or Bobby would blow his load before she finished. With the cucumber in
her cunt and the clothespins clamped painfully to her nipples she once
again stood up. Now she turned three-quarters sideways to Bobby so he
could see her from both behind and part of her front. She bent over then
and turning to look at his lust crazed face said, "And now for the best
part."

With one hand holding the cucumber in place she put the middle finger of
her free hand in her mouth and began to suck and lick it while she
continued to stare into her son's eyes. Bobby couldn't believe it when
she removed the finger, loaded with spit, and moved it around behind her
to the region of her ass.

"Well, want to know what's next," she panted.

Bobby could only nod his head in assent as his mother replied, "Now I'm
going to jack off my asshole, Bobby. I'm going to stick my finger in my
rectum and finger fuck my ass till I cum." And she did just that.

No sooner had Norma gotten her finger buried in her rectum and
began to finger fuck herself than Bobby was overcome with the
blatant lust of the scene being played out before his eyes and felt
his whole body begin to spasm. Suddenly his whole body went rigid
and in disbelief his entire pubic region seized up mightily and
held the seizure for a long moment before it released and began a
rhythmic series of incredibly strong spasms, each one sending forth
a jet of white jism from his rampant cock.  Some even landed on
his mother's side and hip as he continued through the orgasm,
watching his mother watching him sperm while she continued to
frantically finger fuck her anus. The combination of the clamps on
her nipples, the cucumber in her cunt, her rapidly frigging finger
up her ass and the sight of her son's spasming turgid penis sent
her over the edge as well and she entered a really strong climax.

When they were both through, Norma fell forward onto the ottoman from
exhaustion and she released the cucumber as she steadied herself with
both hands. It slid slowly from her cunt and plopped unceremoniously
onto the carpet behind her.

Bobby simply fell sideways, hands still bound behind him and continued
to stare at his panting, sweating mother as the afterspasms of orgasm
continued to course through both of them.



                            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 and 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's 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.



                            Part 6


As soon as they got out of the car, Bobby raced upstairs and got changed
for his basketball game that night. He was out the door not long
thereafter and probably wouldn't be back till late.

Having witnessed her son's masturbation in the car and having
subsequently gotten a good taste of his cum from the soiled kleenex that
he had used to clean up with had gotten Norma really randy. As she sat
or walked around the house she was constantly aware how swollen her
entire cunt area was and how it seemed to itch for the services of her
own finger. Something vague was holding her back, however, and prevented
her from simply locking herself in her room or the bathroom and bringing
herself off.

Having had a silent dinner with Jake, her husband, she retired to
a recliner in the basement den to watch the news. But she couldn't
concentrate and her mind kept wandering back to the sight of her
son jacking his cock while looking at her as she drove back from
Charleston.  A couple of times she had almost taken a detour down
one of the many dirt farm roads leading off the two-lane, but each
time she declined to give in to the temptation feeling it would
only lead to their eventually touching each other. That was something
she was determined to avoid at all costs even though her fantasies
were filled with thoughts of getting her long slender fingers around
her son's big prick. And not only her fingers. She wanted to devour
him. The thought of Bobby's big cock filling her mouth and throat
brought to mind how much she wanted to have contact with him.
Contact with someone. She needed to have sex with someone she could
at least touch. Jake was going out to see Bobby's ballgame, as
usual, but maybe Caroline was home. She went to the phone on the
wall and called next door.

Caroline was glad to hear from her. And yes, she'd love to visit,
but not before eight when Brad, her husband, was leaving with Jake
to go to the same ball game. Norma said she would be over as soon
as she heard Brad's car pull out of the driveway.

Hoping that Caroline would be in the mood for some hanky-panky, as
she called it, Norma went upstairs to clean up and she was next
door as soon as Brad and Jake were gone. It didn't take long before
both of them were hunkered down on the sofa drinking white wine in
front of a nice blaze in the fireplace. In a matter of minutes
Norma found herself for the second time that day with her blouse
open and her bra undone as she sat on the edge of the sofa.  This
time Caroline was kneeling between her wide-spread legs and sucking
on one of her nipples; she seemed to be just as horny as Norma.

Enjoying the sensations of Caroline's lips and tongue working on her
erect nipple, Norma's mind began to fantasize what it would be like to
have Bobby sucking her breast and she was suddenly overcome with a need
to confide her troublesome situation with her best friend. Reaching down
with both hands she grabbed Caroline on either side of her head and
pulled her away from her breast. She then bent her own head and gave the
startled woman a deep tongue kiss which she broke off almost as soon as
it got started saying, "Sorry, love, but I've got to talk about
something."

A worried expression crossed Caroline's features as she replied, "I hope
it's nothing serious. Are you in some sort of trouble? Did I do
something?"

Norma leaned back into the cushions while pulling her blouse closed in
front of her and said, "No. It's not you. It's me. I must be crazy." And
she hesitated, trying to figure out a way to explain what was going on
between her and Bobby.

Seeing what looked to Caroline like reluctance she quickly put it, "Come
on, Norma, we've never had any secrets before. What is it?"

"Well . . ." and there was another long pause before she launched on
breathlessly, "I'm not sure how to say this, but Bobby and I are having
an affair - of sorts."

"You're what!?" Caroline flubbered. "With your own son?!"

"Uh huh. With my own son. I know - it's wrong, it's even illegal.
It's perverted, it's dirty, it's lecherous, it's filthy, it's nasty
and lewd and I just love it. I can't help myself."

"Holy shit, Norma! How did this all happen. And what do you mean by `an
affair of sorts'?"

"Well, I haven't exactly fucked him, but . . ." and Norma launched into
the whole story while Caroline sat and listened without interrupting.

Thirty minutes later Norma finished the tale and sat back exhausted and
feeling a little bit relieved that she had finally been able to share
her secret with someone she could trust.

There was a couple of moments of silence which Caroline finally broke by
saying, "Wow. You sure have a lot of will power. I'd have been fucking
his brains out from the git-go. Anyway, I'm glad you told me. You just
really needed to get this out, didn't you. And don't worry, I won't tell
a soul, honest. Your secret's safe with me."

"Thanks - I needed to hear that, I guess," Norma replied, relieved.

"Yeah, well. Now I know why you've been avoiding me these last few
weeks. And I don't blame you. Tell you what!"

"What?" Norma asked.

"I've got an idea how you're feeling, especially after what you said
happened just this afternoon. You must really be uptight. What I want
you to do is settle back here while I do you, OK." When Norma started to
protest Caroline said, "No! Now just listen to me. I know what you need
so just do what I say, OK? So just settle back and enjoy this and don't
worry about me. In fact, just close your eyes and think about Bobby
while I do this to you, OK."

Norma just nodded her head and slouched down while Caroline reopened
her blouse. Leaning down next to her, Caroline began once more to
manipulate Norma's tumescent nipple with her lips and tongue while
she reached under her skirt and began to fondle her large hard clit
between thumb and forefinger. With her other hand she reached into
her own slacks and began to masturbate herself. It wasn't even a
minute before Norma's cunt drenched her best friend's hand with
girl cum as her body shook with each wave of her orgasm. When the
spasms passed, Norma just lay back and looked over at her friend
and watched as Caroline finished herself off.

"Wow, that was short and sweet," Caroline said as she withdrew her hand
from her waistband. "Wanna talk some more?"

"Not really. I'm super tired. I just want to go to sleep."

"Yeah, I understand. I'll bet you are worn out. Go on, go home and get
some rest. We can talk later."

Norma leaned forwards and kissed Caroline lovingly and said, "Thanks for
listening. You're a dear." Pulling herself together she was out the door
in a flash and sound asleep the minute she hit the bed.

Two weeks passed and it was another long dry spell for Bobby and
Norma.  Still remaining super cautious both acted as normal as
possible and trudged on day after day hoping for a break. None came
along. Norma did visit a couple of times with Caroline, but neither
one seemed in the mood for sex so they just wound up talking. Norma
was now of the opinion that maybe it would be best if they just
stopped the whole business, but neither she nor Caroline could come
up with a strategy that wouldn't be devastating to Bobby. The only
thing they thought they could hope for was that Ariel or one of
his other girlfriends would grab his attention - or maybe something
else - and divert his interests and sexual energy in that direction.
Otherwise they were stumped.

When the two weeks had rolled by and it was Friday again there didn't
look like a thing they could do. Bobby had a ballgame at Oakmore the
next evening and it was decided that Jake and Norma would drive the
hundred miles to see the big game. Even though Brad couldn't make it,
Caroline wanted to go as well. After the game they could all get
together with Bobby and go to this swell pizza place in Oakmore for a
late supper. Bobby could then ride home with them instead of taking the
team bus back. That would save his dad the trouble of having to pick him
up at the high school so late that night.

Southfield played a magnificent game that evening and Bobby was the
star. Flushed with victory he, his parents and Caroline had pizza at
Gino's Pizzaria. During the meal Bobby sensed something strange at the
table. At first he couldn't put his finger on it and figured maybe he
was getting "signals" from his mom, but when he started to pay attention
to this he noticed that she didn't act out of character at all. She
spent a lot of time talking to Caroline and him and virtually ignored
his dad which was par for the course and nothing unusual. After some
time he began to notice that Mrs. Bishop seemed to be giving him what he
thought were wierd looks. It was difficult to divine, but she seemed to
look at him differently although he couldn't quite explain it to
himself. And each time he looked over at her he noticed that she would
look him directly in the eye as if no one else were at the table and she
never broke contact; he was always the first one to look away. After
awhile it got almost embarrassing and he simply quit looking at her
altogether.

Caroline Bishop had been their next door neighbor and Bobby's mom's
best friend for just about as far back as he could remember. She
was a blond woman of medium build except that she had large breasts. She
was cute in a "pixyish" sort of way which didn't especially appeal to
Bobby, but she was always nice to him and paid him well for cutting her
grass and doing odd chores now and then. To him, Caroline was just one
of those sort of neutral people in his life; she was just there, neither
liked or disliked. So why all of a sudden after all these years would
she being acting funny like this? Or was he just imagining things. Bobby
thought he was probably just very tired and hung over from the
excitement of the ball game. He finally decided it was he and chalked
the whole business up to his imagination.

Getting in the car for the two-hour drive back to Southfield it worked
out that his mother sat up front while his dad drove. That put him and
Caroline in the back seat together. After just a few minutes his mother
said something to him which he didn't hear. When she finally got his
attention he said, "Sorry, mom. I guess I just dozed off for a second."

Caroline jumped in immediately with, "We know you're tired, hon. You've
had a big night. Why don't you just lie down here and go to sleep."
Scootching all the way over to the left of the seat up against the door
she patted her lap and said, "Come on, you can rest your head in my lap
and sleep till we get home."

Not one to argue, especially now being so tired, Bobby turned and lay
back, adjusting his frame as best he could to the confines of the seat
with his head resting on Caroline's soft skirt clad thighs and staring
at the dark roof.

"Comfy, dear?" Caroline solicited.

"Uh huh," Bobby purred as he dropped almost immediately into that half
conscious state most people enter when riding in cars. He felt Caroline
stroke the top of his head a couple of times and then he was out.

The next thing Bobby remembered upon waking was the gentle motion
of the automobile moving down the highway which had lulled him to
sleep. As he opened his eyes he noticed it was still dark and that
his head was still in Caroline's lap. Moving his eyes to the right
a bit and looking up he was startled to see one large bare breast
capped with a puffy pink nipple vaguely visible in the low light
jutting out between the folds of Mrs. Bishop's unbuttoned blouse
and jacket.  Then he looked up further directly into Mrs. Bishop's
lust filled eyes. Just as he was about to exclaim his surprise,
she gently clamped her right hand over his mouth and gently shook
her head back and forth. Confused and not knowing what to do he
just lay unmoving.

Very, very slowly Caroline began to lift the palm of her hand from
Bobby's mouth. When it was completely off she began to slowly trace
the outline of Bobby's lips using the lightest of touches with just
the tip of her finger while maintaining a firm lock on his eyes
with her own.  When she had circled his lips twice and come to the
center of his mouth she began to incrementally apply pressure with
her finger until his lips began to part and she could feel his
teeth and their slight overbit. Bobby wouldn't open up just yet so
she started moving the finger around on his teeth and gums and he
got the idea. She snaked her finger between his teeth and finding
his tongue she started to gently toy with it.

Caroline could see from the cornered animal look in his eyes that Bobby
was frightened, but that quickly disappeared as he closed his lips
around her finger and began to suck on it. Soon her finger and his
tongue were involved in a pleasant duel inside his mouth, but it didn't
last as long as either would have liked. When her finger was good and
wet she removed it and brought it to her bare breast where she applied
the spit to her nipple which began to shrivel into erection before
Bobby's eyes. Using her other arm to support the back of Bobby's head,
she began to apply a slow upward pressure and it only took a second for
him to figure out what she wanted. Giving in to the pressure as she
brought his head up slightly, he opened his mouth and glued it right
over the center of her large puffy pink areola and began to suck.

This caused an involuntary, but slight gasp to escape Caroline's
lips.  The sound didn't go unnoticed by Norma up front in the
passenger seat talking softly to her husband so as to keep him
awake while he drove.  Sensing the nature of the what she heard
coming from behind her she refrained from jerking her head around;
she felt this was something she didn't want to draw Jake's attention
to and she was right. When she did finally glance into the back
seat she almost became unhinged and it was with the greatest effort
of her will that she managed to remain outwardly calm and unruffled.

She let a few moments pass and then turned again, this time for a
longer look just to verify what she thought she saw the first time
in the dim light. Nothing had changed. There was her son curled up
with his head in Caroline's lap. And there sat Caroline with her
jacket open and her blouse undone and one of her big tits hanging
out of her bra cup. And Bobby was sucking one her nipple. What a
scene! Goddamn her!

Norma was filled with an instant rage and anger at what she felt
was betrayal by her best friend. How dare she do this? she thought.
But she also knew that to do anything at the moment with Jake right
there was to risk giving away the entire situation. She was struck
powerless and she knew it and it made her even madder that she knew
Caroline knew it.

With all the enmity she could muster she moved her eyes up to Caroline's
and found the other woman staring right back at her with an equally
serious expression on her face. They held this emotion filled tableau an
eon until Caroline had the gall to wink. That broke the ice and Norma
couldn't help but to emit a low throated chuckle. Hearing that her
husband queried, "What's so funny?"

Norma just shook her head and said, "Oh nothing. Just something that
came to mind." After all, what else could she say?

A quick take of the situation on Norma's part revealed to her that she
wasn't about to try and break up the backseat lustfest. On the contrary,
there was a part of her that wanted it to continue; she was getting
turned on by the thought of her son sucking on her best friend's nipple.
If she couldn't get into it she was damn well going to watch them so she
shifted her position putting herself half turned in the seat and up
against the car door. This way she could plainly see everything that was
going on in back.

As she became increasingly aroused Norma still retained a part of
her earlier resentment at Caroline's brash behavior until she
realized with a start that she was actually jealous; she wanted it
to be she who was in back with Bobby, having him suck her breast.

In order to have an excuse to be constantly looking back, Norma began an
inane conversation with Caroline, rattling on in a steady stream about
some dumb subject or another. The initial sound of his mother's voice
startled and frightened Bobby and he jerked his head around to look up
over the seat at her. But she wouldn't look down at him or acknowledge
him in any way; she just kept rattling on about some church social or
other. Caroline took his head and pulled it back against her bosom and
he resumed sucking her breast.

As Norma chatted on and Bobby continued to nurse, Caroline reached down
with her right hand and began to lightly rub Bobby's side, all the time
working her hand lower and lower until it was directly over his crotch.
Here, she found exactly what she had hoped - a huge lump of muscle
straining the fabric of his pants. She began to rub the lump in a
circular motion with the palm of her hand until she had located its
exact form and position and she couldn't believe the size of it. Having
done so, she didn't linger long. She very cautiously began to unzip the
fly on Bobby's pants. When she had it down she found the opening in his
shorts and inserted her hand inside, grabbed his hot cock and began to
wrestle with it in an attempt to free it from its confines.

Sensing rather than feeling the upcoming groan from Bobby's throat,
she tightened the pressure of her hand on the back of his head,
mashing it into her tit and muffling the moan brought on by the
feel of her hand on his sensitive bare cockflesh. Eventually she
managed to get his massive cock loose and immediately wrapped her
hand around the hard pole and slowly began to jack it up and down.
Then she looked up at Norma and saw the lust in the other woman's
eyes. It amazed Caroline that Norma could gawk at the scene before
her, obviously enraptured by it, and continue to chatter away as
she was doing.

And indeed it wasn't easy for Norma to carry on this mostly one
sided conversation as she took in the scene of her best friend
having her breast sucked by her son while he was being masturbated
by her. Her own crotch was throbbing in sympathy and she would have
given anything to have been able to dive over the seat and join them.

Before the thought was even completed she saw her son stiffen, let out a
slight groan and then saw his cock erupt a long stream of white cream
onto the sleeve of Caroline's leather jacket. Caroline continued to milk
Bobby's hard penis which continued to squirt come. When it appeared that
he was finished, Caroline quickly said in a clear voice, "Ahem, uh,
Norma - do you happen to have a kleenex with you. I think I've got
something in my eye."

Norma smiled inwardly to herself as she dug a kleenex out of the
purse on the seat beside her and handed it back. Caroline took it
and proceded to clean Bobby's semen off her coat sleeve. When she
was finished, she looked up to make sure Norma was looking at her
and then proceded to bring the sopping tissue to her mouth where
she ran it around her lips a couple of times, coating them and
making them gleam, before beginning to noiselessly suck on it. The
irony of the situation was not lost on Norma, whose anger was once
again silently starting to flare at the obvious fun Caroline was
poking at her.

When Caroline was done sucking some of Bobby's cum from the kleenex
she opened the window and threw it out then slowly licked her lips
clean with her tongue while she smiled innocently at Norma. God,
what audacity, Norma fumed. I'm going to wring her fucking neck
the first chance I get.

During all of this Bobby had been quietly moving around and trying
with a modicum of success to get himself zipped up again without
alerting his father to what had happened. He was painfully aware
of the fact that his mother had taken in the whole event, but he
sure didn't want his father to find out about it.

Caroline helped him along when she said, "Come on, big boy. Time to get
up. We're almost home. Rise and shine, now." And Bobby sat up allowing
Caroline to reinsert her breast into her bra and button her blouse.

When the car pulled in the driveway a few minutes later they all got out
and Caroline headed immediately across the lawn to her own front door,
waving and saying, "Night, all." No way was she going to give Norma the
chance to corner her alone after what she had pulled off tonight. And
they both knew it.

Jake, Norma and Bobby trudged into the house as if nothing had ever
happened.


                          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 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 reasure
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
bet 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 ridance 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 mayber 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.

Tiddying 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 flumoxed the help with her request. Yes, they
did have a few of that variety, but the 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 harware 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 occured 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 her 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
insistency 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 weedled.

"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 come out her
back door and go 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 no 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 them, his mother in the
lead, but managed to remain stock still. They then turned to the
door leading down to the basement and proceded 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 proceded 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 now 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 fuckhole 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 the 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 proceded 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 trepidition. 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 handywork
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 wierd 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 you 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 get's 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 inadvertant 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.
Bishops 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 longline 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 t.v. 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 Carlone 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 so 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. Carline'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 insert her
hand inside the bra cup that still concealed one breast and pulled
it roughly out. She carressed 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 withouth 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 christsake?"

"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 her 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 unnverving 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 unmistakeable 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 to 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 her's 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 keep 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 lusciouly 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-cun 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 undershorts 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 drousily, 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 the 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
undershorts 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 undershorts, 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 afixed 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 conspiritorially.

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 carressed 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 occuppied 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 myelf, 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 offereing 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 do 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 quizical 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 areolae 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 areolae 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 areolae 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 on the
bed, dear," and she turned him and pushed gently so that he cam
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 others'
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 sincerety 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 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
others' mouths as Bobby sucked on her tongue and lips. Finally they
broke apart, the dildo forgotten for the time being.

