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~Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 1 (mother/son, teen, cons.)
~From: an121264@anon.penet.fi
~Date: Fri, 23 Dec 1994 22:56:05 UTC
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               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.

    Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 2 (mother/son, teen, cons.)

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                   Friday Afternoon - Part 2

   After his mother had gone, Bobby sat motionless on the toilet,
head thrown back, his eyes closed and his entire being reeling from
the experience. First, having suffered the humiliation of being
caught masturbating by his mother, but then having his mother
boldly encourage him to do it in front of her while she looked on
not three feet away and even took off her blouse and bra and let
him look at her bare breasts and huge dark nipples while he did it.
He still couldn't believe that he had actually had an orgasm right
in front of his own 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 . . .

    Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 3 (mother/son, teen, cons.)

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                    Friday Afternoon - Part 3

    Friday afternoon rolled around again: one week to the day
following the incident with his mother and Bobby was sitting home
alone trying to figure out how to approach her. He was dying for
another encounter, but fearful of pushing the issue because he
didn't want to spoil the possibility that it could happen again.
His girlfriend, Ariel, had just called and he had committed, at her
insisting and against his wishes, to a double date for the evening.
That would mean that they would probably go to a movie and then get
something to eat afterwards. Another couple along meant that he
wouldn't even get any time alone with Ariel, even if he wanted to
be alone with her - at the present time his focus was solely on his
mother. Not a chance of getting home before eleven oclock either.
It wouldn't matter anyway, he thought, because his father would be
there.  He wasn't looking forward to another long weekend of being
at home with his mother while having his father always hanging
around.

   As he sat at his desk trying to do some homework the phone rang.
When he picked it up his heart skipped a beat. It was his mother.
She asked what his plans were for the evening and when he told her,
it sounded to him like he had just stuck a knife in a car tire.
Gosh, she really sounds disappointed. Maybe she's thinking about me
the way I'm thinking about her. She then dropped the big bomb:
dad's going to be out of town the whole weekend. Bobby immediately
suggested that he could call up Ariel and cancel his date, but
Norma told him not to. She said that it's important for him to
maintain contact with his friends and they sure didn't want any of
them thinking anything was wrong. He reluctantly agreed. She then
told him cryptically that they 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."

                             End - Part 3 Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 4 (mother/son, teen, cons.)

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                   Friday Afternoon - 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.

                              End of Part 4 Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 5 (mother/son, teen, cons.)

                         * * * * * * * *
                    Friday Afternoon - Part 5

   Following the dramatic events of Saturday morning both Bobby and
his mother had been so exhausted that they slept until late
afternoon. Norma was the first up and made them a beautiful dinner
in the middle of which Jake, father and husband, unexpectedly
showed up. It seems that everything had been settled and he was
back home again. That put a crimp on mother and son's plans for the
rest of the weekend. Actually from that point on for some time.

   There didn't seem to be a spare moment when they were both home
together that something didn't get in the way of their getting
together again. From time to time they would give each other long
knowing soulful looks, but that was all that passed between them.
For his part, Bobby was so hyper that he had to masturbate three
and four times a day just to keep the tension down and to allow him
to think of other things besides his mother. Each time he did it he
replayed the events from that Saturday morning when his mother had
put on a masturbation display he still found difficult to believe
happened. Now matter how often he jacked off, the moment he began
fantasizing about his mother bent over in front of him with
clothespins on her long nipples, that huge cucumber stuck up her
cunt while she frantically finger fucked her own asshole he came
almost immediately.

   As a result of that incident, Norma had a constant reminder for
days afterward because her nipples were extremely sore from having
been clamped with the clothespins. No matter what kind of clothes
she wore she was always subconsciously aware of the tenderness in
her breasts. When the acute soreness began to fade, however, she
sought to re-intensify the feeling by wearing rough materials
without a bra, which she didn't really need, so that it would rub
her nipples. Like her son Bobby, she too masturbated frequently,
more than she was used to in the past. And she also fantasized
about their second time together. Her vision of the incident
differed, however, in that she concentrated on the sight of her son
sitting on the very edge of the bed, hands tied behind his back
with his enormous hard penis jerking untouched in the air as it
shot spurt after spurt of thick jism, some of it landing on her.
She had never before seen a man cum without some sort of tactile
stimulation and knowing that she alone had aroused her son to such
a point was something she would never forget.

   Norma was entranced with her son's penis. To her it was the
iconized focal point of all her lust and passion. It baffled her
that given her sexual experience she should have become so obsessed
with just this one organ, but she was and she just accepted the
fact and gave in to it. The only regret she had was that she had
forbade any physical contact between her and her son; they had both
agreed to it and she was determined to hold to it for the sake of
both of them.

   She knew her son was in agony, but she couldn't help him without
putting their situation in jeapordy. She felt the same pangs of
frustration herself, she was sure. They would just both have to
wait until opportunity presented itself and not get foolhardy. He
was young and restless and probably innocently unaware of the
tragedy which could befall them at any turn so she took it upon
herself to be strong and control the situation.

   Two weeks had passed without incident or opportunity until, on
Friday afternoon Norma got home from work and got a phone call from
the office pleading with her to drive the twenty miles to
Charleston and pick up some badly needed documents at their branch
office there. Jake, her husband, was already home and just lounging
around - god, she could kill the bastard - and Bobby was downstairs
in the den watching television. He had probably hoped, as she had,
that they would be able to use this time to be together.

   She reluctantly agreed, therefore, to make the trip and was set
to go out the door when the idea occured to her. She turned and
went upstairs to the den.  Walking in she said, "Hi, sport. Wanna
take a ride?"

   "Hi, mom. Where to?"

   "Oh, I just have to run over to Charleston and pick up some
papers for work. Won't take long. Just thought you might like to
ride along."

   Bobby considered this for a couple of seconds and then said,
"Sure. Why not." Grabbing his jacket he headed upstairs behind his
mother. As they climbed the steep stairs Bobby's eyes were right
level with his mother's legs just a couple of feet in front of him.
Just then he would have given anything to be able to reach out and
feel them up, to bury his face in their fullness and kiss them and
lick them with his tongue. It gave him an almost instant hard-on
which he surreptitiously had to adjust as they reached the top of
the stairs.

   It was a pleasant late afternoon drive on the back roads to
Charleston and Norma enjoyed the ride through alternating farm
fields and woods. She was painfully aware, however, that Bobby was
not looking at the wonderful fall scenery; his eyes were glued to
her legs as she drove. The above the knee skirt she had worn that
day had ridden up on her thighs giving her son a pretty good
eyeful. Watching the constantly curving road, she couldn't look
over at him long enough to see whether he had a hard-on or not, but
she was pretty sure that he did. Neither wanted to bring up the
topic which was foremost on their minds, especially with the
thought of another weekend at home with Jake around and no way to
get together.

   About half way there a straight stretch of road came up and
Norma now took the chance to take a long look at her son. When she
looked over her suspicions were confirmed. He was looking straight
down at her legs and they had a glazed look about them. Then she
dropped her eyes to his crotch and saw that instead of just a
hard-on he had his hand in his pocket and was obviously playing
with himself. She was so surprised that she almost ran the car off
the road, but managed to keep it straight.

   "For god's sake, Bobby! If you have to do it, then go ahead and
do it, but don't try and hide it."

   "Uh, do what, mom?" he asked, surprised as he looked up.

   "You know damn well what," Norma said almost angrily. "Do you
think I was born yesterday?!"

   "I'm sorry, mom," he answered contritely, "I really am. It's
just that I'm so turned on and I didn't think you would notice."

   Her own frustration was coming out as anger toward her son and
she knew it and didn't like it. Attempting to smooth things over
she said, "I know. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I guess I'm just a
little jealous about what you're doing and can't do it myself. And
I'm really pissed off that it's been 2 weeks now and there's still
no hope in sight. I'll try to be more patient, OK?"

   "Gee, mom, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you,
honest."

   "No, no, it's OK - really. If you want to masturbate, why don't
you unzip your pants and take it out and do it." She picked up her
purse and handed it toward him saying, "Look in here. There's some
kleenex. That way, when you cum you won't make a mess of your
clothes."

   Without saying anything Bobby took the proferred purse and
rummaged around coming up with the tissues which he set on the seat
with the purse. Then he proceded to unzip his pants and reached his
hand in and with some difficulty finally managed to work his large
erection through his underwear and out his fly. Hesitating he
asked, "Are you sure this is OK, mom?"

   "Of course it is, darling. I understand. But you'd better hurry
or we'll be to Charleston before you get a chance to cum."

   Bobby hesitated and then said, "Maybe I ought to wait, then. If
I wait, will you let me do it on the way back?"

   "Sure, if that's what you want. Maybe that's best anyway."

   "OK, I'll wait then." And he pulled his pants over his cock and
tucked it back in as best he could.

   "Have you been jacking off a lot, Bobby?" Norma asked, once
again taking her son by surprise with the frankness of her speech.

   "Uh, yeah, I have, I guess," he answered in a low voice.

   "More than once a day?"

   "Yeah. Sometimes three and four times."

   "Jesus, that's a lot isn't it?"

   "I've gotta do it, mom, otherwise I go nuts cause I get so horny
I can't think of anything else and can't get anything done.
Especially my schoolwork."

   Just then they came to the city limits. As they entered the
outskirts of town, Norma spotted an old seedy motel and for one
crazy moment considered just renting a room for a couple of hours
and throwing caution to the wind. But the urge passed as quickly as
it came and she drove on finally arriving at the business. She went
in and got the papers and was back in the car in a jiffy and they
were again headed back home.

   No sooner were they clear of the town than Norma said, "OK
Bobby, if you want to do it, go ahead."

   Bobby reached into his pants again and had an easier time of
getting his cock out this time because he was now only half hard
even though he noticed that his mother had made sure that when she
got in the car her skirt was all the way up on her thighs to where
he could make out the swell of her pubis under her pantyhose.

   "My legs don't turn you on anymore," Norma mock pouted when she
noticed his condition.

   "No. It's not that. I was just thinking that I have to play a
game tonight and maybe I shouldn't do it. The coach said that sex
was bad for us 24 hours before a game."

   Norma didn't know what to say to that, but she didn't want to
let this opportunity go to waste. Thinking fast she reached up with
one hand and opened her suitcoat wide. Then she began unbuttoning
her blouse. When it was open she then took the front clasp of her
bra in her fingers and pushed it together until it too was open. As
she pulled each cup of the bra to the side and exposed her breasts
to her son's view the draft from the half open car windows created
a chill on her and her nipples became instantly erect.

   Bobby's eyes took this all in and his cock sprang to life again.

   Norma glanced quickly over at him and seeing her actions had the
desired result she remarked, "That ought to help, huh?"

   "Oh, god, mom," Bobby moaned as his hand went to his stiff cock
and he began to jack it.

   "Does it feel good, Bobby? Does it, huh?" she asked in a sulty
voice. And before he could answer she went on, "I just love to
watch you play with yourself. I haven't had a chance to really tell
you how much I enjoyed our little session last time. Did you like
it too?"

   "I can't talk, mom. The sight of those hard nipples and your big
beautiful legs is . . . oh shit, here it comes . . . ohhhh . . . .
unghhhh . . ." and Bobby's cock once more let loose a torrent of
semen which flew all over the place. When the spasms passed he just
flopped back against the door and closed his eyes.

   To Norma's disappointment she had missed most of the action but
she was aware of one thing. "Uh, dear, you forgot to use the
kleenex."

   "Oh hell, I'm sorry," he rejoined and roused himself out of his
post orgasmic lethargy. He picked up the kleenex and starting
haphazardly swiping 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 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.

   

                          End of Part 5 Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 6 (mother/son, teen, cons.)

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                    Friday Afternoon - 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.

   

                              End of Part 6 Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 7 (mother/son, teen, cons.)

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                    Friday Afternoon - 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.

   

                 End of Part 7 ~Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 8 (mother/son, teen, cons.)

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                    Friday Afternoon - 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.

                    End of Part 8 ~Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 9 (mother/son, teen, cons.)

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                    Friday Afternoon - 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.

   

                      End of Part 9 Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 10 (mother/son, teen, cons.)

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                    Friday Afternoon - 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."

                             End of Part 10 ~Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 11 (mother/son, teen, cons.)
~Archive name assigned by File.Request@BackDrop.com: FRI-Aftr.011
~From: an121264@anon.penet.fi
~Date: Sun, 25 Dec 1994 07:17:33 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

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                    Friday Afternoon - 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."

                              End of Part 11 ~Subject: Friday Afternoon - Part 12 (mother/son, teen, cons.)
~From: an121264@anon.penet.fi
~Date: Mon, 26 Dec 1994 05:51:48 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

                         * * * * * * * *
                   Friday Afternoon - 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.

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