But she would make it right for him at the first opportunity. The phone call from Jake this Friday afternoon telling her there was an emergency meeting this weekend at the New York headquarters (yeah, sure!) was just such an opportunity. That meant he wouldn’t be home all weekend and there would be plenty of chance for her and Bobby to discuss what had happened and whatever…
Part 3
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 afterward. 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 o���clock 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 bed stand 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 aureola 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 loc
ked. I guess I sound strange because I’m really nervous, mom.”
“I understand son. Tell me, are you naked right now? If not, I’d like you to get totally undressed, OK?”
“I’m already undressed. I was going to put on my PJs when I found the stuff.”
“Uh huh. Are you hard, Bobby? Is your penis good and hard?”
The question took him by surprise following so closely on the heels of the previous mundane dialog and he hesitated for what seemed ages. Again, sensing her son’s uneasiness Norma said, “Why don’t you take a close look at the picture I left for you and tell me what you think. By the way, where are you right now?”
“Well, I’m in my bedroom. I got your cordless phone and I’m here sitting on my bed.” There was a pause while Bobby propped the picture up against the base of the nightstand lamp. Then he said, “Gosh, that sure is a great picture.”
“I thought you’d like it, Bobby. But you never did answer my question: are you hard yet?”
Somewhat embarrassed, Bobby started to answer, “Uh…”
“What I mean, is, do you have an erection right now, dear? Do you have a hard-on from thinking about me, about us. Does looking at that picture of me make you aroused?”
“It’s one of the sexiest pictures I’ve ever seen,” he blurted out, meaning every word it.
“And you’re a real expert with the pictures as we both know,” Norma couldn’t resist saying playfully.
“Aww, mom…”
“I’m sorry, darling. Just kidding. I guess you’re real sensitive about that, huh? But it’s OK. I like looking at pictures too. As a matter of fact, I even once looked at those pictures of myself while I was jerking off. What do you think of that?”
“You did?” Bobby asked, incredulously.
“Uh huh, I did. Really. Sometimes when I do it I look at myself in the mirror. I guess that sounds kind of perverted, but I do. I get excited watching myself masturbate now and then. Haven’t you ever looked at yourself in the mirror while you jacked off? Try it sometime.”
Feeling a little guilty because he’d already had that experience and had enjoyed it he nonetheless said, “Yeah, I’ve done that before.”
“You have?” Norma said, surprised. “Well - then you know what I mean. Maybe one of these days you’ll let me watch you do it while you’re looking at yourself, huh?”
“I’d rather look at you any day, mom.”
“Well, anyway. What do you think of the picture?”
“Like I said, it sure is neat.”
“What do you like best about it?” Norma’s voice was getting husky and that was having a further effect on Bobby as he became aware of how hard his erection was. “Do you like the way my breasts look?”
“Sure I do,” he answered. “They’re the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe how big and long your nipples are - and how dark they are. I’ve never seen anything like them before.”
“Good, I’m glad they turn you on. But you still haven’t told me yet; is your penis hard?”
Bobby was now losing some of his shyness as his mother continued speaking such a sexy manner and he answered, “Yeah, mom, it’s hard alright.”
“How hard is it, darling? Is it as hard as my nipples in the picture?”
“God, it’s really hard - harder than it’s ever been before. And it’s sticking straight out. Just like your nipples.”
Bobby could now faintly make out that his mother’s voice was a little breathy as she said, “Dear, why don’t you put some of the K-Y jelly on your prick. Go ahead and do it - I’ll wait.”
“OK.” Bobby set the phone down on the bed and fumbled with the tube of jelly until he had gotten a big gob of it smoothed all over his cock. He then picked up the phone again and said, “I’m back.”
“Uh huh. OK. Are you rubbing yourself, dear?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. I’m rubbing myself, too. And it feels really good. Does it feel good for you?”
“You mean you’re doing it, too? You’re, uh…”
“Yes, darling. I’m masturbating right now as I’m talking to you. I’m really turned on thinking about you sitting there on your bed pumping your hand up and down your slick cock. I can just imagine the expression on your face. Why don’t you look at my picture, if you’re not doing so, and tell me if there’s anything else you like about it.”
“Well, I, uh, I like your legs a whole lot. I think they’re really sexy.”
“God, Bobby. Just think about this - what I’m doing to myself right now. I’m now running my hand up and down the back of my leg and it feels sooooo good. My legs are really sensitive and I just love to feel myself up. Now I’m up at my cunt again, frigging it. Are you still jerking yourself?”
“Yes,” was all Bobby could come out with as his mind conjured up the picture of his mother feeling up her leg. And then he remembered the bathroom scene and said, “Mom, would you do something for me, please?”
“What is it - what would you like?” she said, her voice even more ragged now.
“Uh, would you play with your nipples again. You know, like you did the other day when we were in the bathroom.”
“Of course I will. Just for you. Would you like to know what it feels like?”
“Uh huh.”
“Well, it feels just marvelous. I’m now twisting my right nipple between my thumb and two fingers. I’m pulling on it and rolling it around and it’s getting harder and longer. The more I tug on it the longer it gets. It’s like you getting a hard-on, but not quite as big. You really like to look at me playing with my own tits, don’t you.”
“Uh huh,” Bobby mumbled.
“And when I play with them it sends nerve jolts right down to my clit. Sometimes when I’m really sensitive and haven’t had an orgasm for a while I can even make myself cum just by jacking off my nipples.”
In the heat of his passion Bobby just couldn’t help himself and he asked, “Mom, I really loved what we did last week. Do you think we can do that again? Will you let me look at you again?”
“Yes, darling, I will. I want it to. I’ve been thinking about that all week and hoping it would happen soon. I want you to know that I get tremendously excited watching you jerk yourself off. I love to see your hard penis squirt. There’s nothing else like that in the world, dear.”
“Mom…?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Can I ask you something else?”
“Sure… what is it?”
“Uh… oh gosh, I don’t know how to say this…”
“Well - just ask dear.”
“Well, I… uh… would it be OK if… uh, sometime when we’re… uh, doing it… if I… would you let me… would you let me squirt off on your tits?”
There - he said it. He’d been thinking about sperming her tits all week long and the answer he got back was not what he feared, but what he had hoped his mother would say: “Ohhhh, Bobby. I’d love to have you cum on my breasts. I’d just love to watch all that jism squirt out of your lovely hard prick onto my tits. Of course you can.”
Bobby was so excited now that he couldn’t hold back and he almost shouted, “God, mommmmm - I’m gonna cum - right now!”
“Me too, lover. Here I cum. Oh, christ, here it cums. It’s cumming, darling. Oh, god, I’m cumming all over my hand.”
“Jeez, mom. Me too. It’s squirting all over the place. Ooops, I even got some in my face. Ohhhhh.”
Both Bobby and his mother continued to frig themselves through their climax not saying anything but listening to each others labored breathing. When it was finally over Norma was the first to speak.
“You still there, Bobby?”
“Yeah, mom. I’m still here. How ‘bout you?” And they both laughed.
“OK, dear. I want you to go to bed now and rest up for tomorrow. I’ll be home sometime in the morning. As quick as I can get there. Sweet dreams, darling.”
“Bye, mom.”
Part 4
; Norma declined the invitation to stay for breakfast and visit with her sister. She was anxious to get home to see her son. Rather than having satisfied her lust, the previous evening’s phone call and subsequent sex play had only inflamed her that much more.
It was eight o���clock 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.”
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