Bobby and mom Norma 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 mom as she watched; he really did jack off while she watched and had the most powerful orgasm 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 o’clock. 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 aggressive 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 o’clock 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 no part of it. She simply had wanted to find out where he was and reassure him. But something had happened when she accidentally and unintentionally 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. Always seeking something different.

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 body 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 occurred 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 occurred 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 to have sex with her if that was 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 other’s 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 were 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 that 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 that 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…

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 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 would have all weekend to be together and the sound of her voice saying that made 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 baby-sit 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 could faintly smell his mother’s perfume on it. Suddenly he felt the tension in his groin at the thought of his mother’s beautiful breasts encased in the flimsy bra and he considered 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 had 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 the 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 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 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 other’s 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.”