Mom & Son Get it Done (11 page)

"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 snugly 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
proceeded 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.

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 proceeded 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
proceeded 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 trepidation 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.