Friday Afternoon Part 9

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 k**, 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
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1 year ago
Mother Norma and son Bobby had to some very precious and endearing moments, figuratively, during the last hour or so. The many-times sidelined foreplay is beginning to drag on incessantly! Of course, this is exactly the effect the Author wanted. The whole story has been about a mother's foreplay for her son, with all these many side acts and interferrences!