Friday Afternoon Part 5

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Friday Afternoon Part 5Part 5Following the dramatic events of Saturday morning both Bobby and hismother had been so exhausted that they slept until late afternoon. Normawas the first up and made them a beautiful dinner in the middle of whichJake, father and husband, unexpectedly showed up. It seems thateverything had been settled and he was back home again. That put a crimpon mother and son’s plans for the rest of the weekend. Actually fromthat point on for some time.There didn’t seem to be a spare moment when they were both hometogether that something didn’t get in the way of their gettingtogether again. From time to time they would give each other longknowing soulful looks, but that was all that passed between them.For his part, Bobby was so hyper that he had to masturbate threeand four times a day just to keep the tension down and to allowhim to think of other things besides his mother. Each time he didit he replayed the events from that Saturday morning when his motherhad put on a masturbation display he still found difficult tobelieve happened. Now matter how often he jacked off, the momenthe began fantasizing about his mother bent over in front of himwith clothespins on her long nipples, that huge cucumber stuck upher cunt while she frantically finger fucked her own asshole he camealmost immediately.As a result of that incident, Norma had a constant reminder fordays afterward because her nipples were extremely sore from havingbeen clamped with the clothespins. No matter what kind of clothesshe wore she was always subconsciously aware of the tenderness inher breasts. When the acute soreness began to fade, however, shesought to re-intensify the feeling by wearing rough materialswithout a bra, which she didn’t really need, so that it would rubher nipples. Like her son Bobby, she too masturbated frequently,more than she was used to in the past. And she also fantasizedabout their second time together. Her vision of the incidentdiffered, however, in that she concentrated on the sight of herson sitting on the very edge of the bed, hands tied behind his backwith his enormous hard penis jerking untouched in the air as itshot spurt after spurt of thick jism, some of it landing on her.She had never before seen a man cum without some sort of tactilestimulation and knowing that she alone had aroused her son to sucha point was something she would never forget.Norma was entranced with her son’s penis. To her it was the iconizedfocal point of all her lust and passion. It baffled her that given hersexual experience she should have become so obsessed with just this oneorgan, but she was and she just accepted the fact and gave in to it. Theonly regret she had was that she had forbade any physical contactbetween her and her son; they had both agreed to it and she wasdetermined to hold to it for the sake of both of them.She knew her son was in agony, but she couldn’t help him withoutputting their situation in jeapordy. She felt the same pangs offrustration herself, she was sure. They would just both have to waituntil opportunity presented itself and not get foolhardy. He was youngand restless and probably innocently antalya escort unaware of the tragedy which couldbefall them at any turn so she took it upon herself to be strong andcontrol the situation.Two weeks had passed without incident or opportunity until, onFriday afternoon Norma got home from work and got a phone call fromthe office pleading with her to drive the twenty miles to Charlestonand pick up some badly needed documents at their branch officethere. Jake, her husband, was already home and just lounging around- god, she could kill the bastard – and Bobby was downstairs inthe 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 togo out the door when the idea occured to her. She turned and wentupstairs to the den. Walking in she said, “Hi, sport. Wanna takea ride?””Hi, mom. Where to?””Oh, I just have to run over to Charleston and pick up some papers forwork. Won’t take long. Just thought you might like to ride along.”Bobby considered this for a couple of seconds and then said, “Sure. Whynot.” Grabbing his jacket he headed upstairs behind his mother. As theyclimbed the steep stairs Bobby’s eyes were right level with his mother’slegs just a couple of feet in front of him. Just then he would havegiven anything to be able to reach out and feel them up, to bury hisface in their fullness and kiss them and lick them with his tongue. Itgave him an almost instant hard-on which he surreptitiously had toadjust as they reached the top of the stairs.It was a pleasant late afternoon drive on the back roads to Charlestonand Norma enjoyed the ride through alternating farm fields andwoods. She was painfully aware, however, that Bobby was not lookingat the wonderful fall scenery; his eyes were glued to her legs asshe drove. The above the knee skirt she had worn that day had riddenup on her thighs giving her son a pretty good eyeful. Watching theconstantly curving road, she couldn’t look over at him long enough tosee whether he had a hard-on or not, but she was pretty sure that hedid. Neither wanted to bring up the topic which was foremost ontheir minds, especially with the thought of another weekend at homewith Jake around and no way to get together.About half way there a straight stretch of road came up and Norma nowtook the chance to take a long look at her son. When she looked over hersuspicions were confirmed. He was looking straight down at her legs andthey had a glazed look about them. Then she dropped her eyes to hiscrotch and saw that instead of just a hard-on he had his hand in hispocket and was obviously playing with himself. She was so surprised thatshe 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 Iwas born yesterday?!””I’m sorry, mom,” he answered contritely, “I really am. It’s just thatI’m so turned on and I didn’t think you would escort antalya notice.”Her own frustration was coming out as anger toward her son and she knewit and didn’t like it. Attempting to smooth things over she said, “Iknow. I’m sorry I snapped at you. I guess I’m just a little jealousabout what you’re doing and can’t do it myself. And I’m really pissedoff that it’s been 2 weeks now and there’s still no hope in sight. I’lltry 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 youunzip your pants and take it out and do it.” She picked up her purse andhanded it toward him saying, “Look in here. There’s some kleenex. Thatway, when you cum you won’t make a mess of your clothes.”Without saying anything Bobby took the proferred purse and rummagedaround coming up with the tissues which he set on the seat with thepurse. Then he proceded to unzip his pants and reached his hand in andwith some difficulty finally managed to work his large erection throughhis underwear and out his fly. Hesitating he asked, “Are you sure thisis OK, mom?””Of course it is, darling. I understand. But you’d better hurry or we’llbe 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 tuckedit back in as best he could.”Have you been jacking off a lot, Bobby?” Norma asked, once again takingher 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’tthink of anything else and can’t get anything done. Especially myschoolwork.”Just then they came to the city limits. As they entered the outskirtsof town, Norma spotted an old seedy motel and for one crazy momentconsidered just renting a room for a couple of hours and throwingcaution to the wind. But the urge passed as quickly as it came and shedrove on finally arriving at the business. She went in and got thepapers and was back in the car in a jiffy and they were again headedback home.No sooner were they clear of the town than Norma said, “OK Bobby, if youwant to do it, go ahead.”Bobby reached into his pants again and had an easier time of getting hiscock out this time because he was now only half hard even though henoticed that his mother had made sure that when she got in the car herskirt was all the way up on her thighs to where he could make out theswell of her pubis under her pantyhose.”My legs don’t turn you on anymore,” Norma mock pouted when she noticedhis condition.”No. It’s not that. I was just thinking that I have to play a gametonight and maybe I shouldn’t do it. The coach said that sex was bad forus 24 hours before a game.”Norma didn’t know what to say to that, but she didn’t want to let thisopportunity go to waste. Thinking fast she reached antalya escort bayan up with one hand andopened her suitcoat wide. Then she began unbuttoning her blouse. When itwas open she then took the front clasp of her bra in her fingers andpushed it together until it too was open. As she pulled each cup of thebra to the side and exposed her breasts to her son’s view the draft fromthe half open car windows created a chill on her and her nipples becameinstantly 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 desiredresult she remarked, “That ought to help, huh?””Oh, god, mom,” Bobby moaned as his hand went to his stiff cock and hebegan 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 playwith yourself. I haven’t had a chance to really tell you how much Ienjoyed our little session last time. Did you like it too?””I can’t talk, mom. The sight of those hard nipples and your bigbeautiful legs is . . . oh shit, here it comes . . . ohhhh . . . .unghhhh . . .” and Bobby’s cock once more let loose a torrent of semenwhich flew all over the place. When the spasms passed he just floppedback against the door and closed his eyes.To Norma’s disappointment she had missed most of the action but she wasaware of one thing. “Uh, dear, you forgot to use the kleenex.””Oh hell, I’m sorry,” he rejoined and roused himself out of his postorgasmic lethargy. He picked up the kleenex and starting haphazardlyswiping and the tracks he’d left. When he got all he could see he thencleaned himself off and was about to ditch the soaked tissue out the carwindow when his mother said, “No, don’t do that. That’s littering. Here,give it to me.””But it’s soaking wet, mom,” Bobby protested.”It’s OK. Just give it to me.”He gently laid the cum soaked kleenex in his mother’s outstretched hand.To his amazement, she took the tissue and began to rub her full lipswith it, leaving a viscous outer coating of his come over her lipstickafter which she proceded to snake her tongue out and lick it off. Shethen put the tissue once more to her mouth and began to suck on it andsaid, “Hmmmmmm, you taste really good, darling.” It may have been amistake she thought, but she just couldn’t help herself.Bobby continued to stare in disbelief at what his mother had done and ithad such a stunningly erotic effect on him that he began to get hardagain. But then he noticed his mother trying to get herself straightenedup as they were getting close to home so he tucked himself back in andzipped his pants. Seeing Norma was having a hard time driving anddressing 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 toher that he could smell her excitement mixed in with her perfume. Hecould even feel her breath and the heat from her exposed skin on hishands and face, but his senses told him it was best to abide by herwishes.No sooner had he gotten her blouse buttoned than they turned the cornerleading down to their house.

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