Mom & Son Get it Done (2 page)

"Uh, no I haven't," he stammered honestly,
wondering what his mother was getting at now. Norma then suddenly
stood and said, "Wait here just a minute, OK - I'll be right back,"
as she opened the bathroom door and turned down the hallway.

A minute later she was back and re-seated
herself on the edge of the tub. In her hand she held what appeared
to Bobby to be a bunch of photographs, but he couldn't see what
they were. Then his mother said, "Bobby, I'd like you to see these,
if you want to, but first you have to promise me that you won't
ever tell anyone you've seen them, OK? Promise?"

"Sure mom, if you don't want me to say
anything, I won't," Bobby said, thinking that maybe his mother had
some girly pictures of his father's or something.

Without saying anything Norma held the photos
toward her son. Bobby took them in his dry hand while reaching for
a towel to wipe off the K-Y jelly on his other hand. Having done so
he then looked down at the top photo and was stunned.

There, in full living color, was a picture of
none other than his mother dressed up whorishly like many of the
girls in the magazines. She had on sheer black stockings held up by
suspenders from a black garter belt and high heels that made her
beautiful legs look even longer and fuller. But what attracted his
immediate attention was that her upper torso was encased in a
partial bra that lifted her breasts and pushed them out while
leaving the nipples completely exposed. He felt his soft cock
twitch and began to harden again as he gazed at the magnificently
large dark brown areolae and nipples on his mother's breasts. They
were huge - larger than any he had ever seen in a magazine or even
imagined existed. And they jutted straight out from her tits
tilting slightly upward and outward.

As he continued to stare at that one picture
he was aware that his cock was swelling and that it was in plain
view of his mother's sight. Still, he couldn't seem to remove his
eyes from the picture.

When he finally did look up at his mother she
had a sexy smile on her face and said in a low, husky voice, "It's
OK, Bobby. You can look at the rest of them, too, if you want."

"Is this really you, mom?" he asked, somewhat
confused and a little embarrassed at being so boldly confronted
with his own mother's sexuality.

"Yes, Bobby, it really is me. But don't ask
how they were taken - that's my secret. Just go ahead and look at
them, OK."

Bobby just nodded his head as he took the
second photo. It showed his mother sitting upright on the edge of a
straight-backed chair. Her legs were spread and he could now make
out a thick black patch of pubic hair between her legs. This
inflamed him even more. He had never before considered even
remotely the possibility that his mother had a sexual side, but
that idea was changing rapidly.

There were about six pictures in all of his
mother in various poses and dressed the same in each picture. The
last one was somewhat different, however, insomuch as now his
mother was sitting spreadlegged on the edge of the bed and she had
one hand holding what appeared to be a large black rubber penis
stuck in her cunt while the other hand pulled at one of her big
nipples as she leered at the camera with a lust filled
expression.

At this point, Bobby became fully erect again
and looked apprehensively up at his mother. Norma just smiled and
said to him, "Well - I can see that I do turn you on, don't I?"

As Norma nodded her head toward the picture
Bobby was holding she said, "And you ought to be able to see from
those pictures that boys aren't the only ones that play with
themselves, either. I've been masturbating since I was your age and
still do it almost every day - sometimes more than once a day. I
love doing it and love watching other people doing it, too. That's
why I want to watch you. Maybe one of these days I'll even let you
watch me jack off if you'd like. But now I can see those pictures
have gotten you hard again. Would you like to look at them while
you masturbate?"

When Bobby didn't respond right away she
continued, "I'd be glad to have you look at those if you want to.
Go ahead, Bobby, it's alright. You're hard as a rock. Why don't you
go ahead and jack off your hard penis while you look at those
pictures. Here - give me your hand," and Norma reached out and
grasped her son's hand, the one that he had been using on his cock.
Turning the palm up she proceded to gather a mouthful of saliva and
spit it onto his hand.

"That'll help make you slick again, huh."

Dumbfounded, Bobby reached down and began to
smear his mother's spit over his solid erection as he looked into
her sexy eyes. When it was completely covered he wrapped his hand
around it and began to slowly pump it up and down as he looked once
again at the super charged picture of his mother fucking herself
with the dildo and playing with her nipple.

After a few moments he heard his mother say,
"Do you like my tits, Bobby? Now that you've seen my bare breasts,
don't you think they're really nice? I have nice big, sexy nipples
don't I? Actually, I've got the biggest nipples I've ever seen on a
woman and I know they turn men on. Do you like them, Bobby?"

"Oh, god, mom - they're beautiful, they
really are. They're so big!" Bobby exclaimed in his building
excitement.

Then his mother stunned him once again when
she asked him, looking deeply into his eyes, "Would you rather see
the real thing than look at those pictures, Bobby?"

"What?? You mean...?"

"Yes, Bobby. I do mean. If you'd like, I'll
let you look at my bare breasts while you jack off. Would you like
that, huh? You can see it all - my big nipples and all, if you
want."

"Ohhhh, mom..." was all Bobby could get out
as his breathing became ragged and his excitement rose at the
thought of his mother showing him her bare tits.

"Well...? Do you want to?"

"God, mom, yes..."

"Yes, what, dear? Tell me what. Tell me what
you want to see. I want to hear you say it, Bobby."

Hesitantly Bobby said, "Please, mom, let me
see your breasts. I want to see your bare tits with their big
nipples."

"That's right," Norma whispered as she began
to unbutton her blouse. "That's what I'm going to do - right now.
I'm going to show you my breasts." When the blouse was undone she
pulled it out of the waist of her slacks, shrugged it off her
shoulders and let it fall backwards into the tub.

"And what are you going to do? Tell me what
you're going to do while you look at my bare tits, Bobby."

Bobby then went almost catatonic as his
mother reached behind her to unclasp her bra. His eyes bugged out
as the back of the bra fell open, but his mother kept the bra
against her bosom with one of her forearms saying, "Come on, Bobby,
tell me what you're going to do while you look at my tits - or I
won't show them to you."

Bobby was so excited at this point that he
could hardly talk. He was almost goggle-eyed as he stared across at
his mother's bosom, but he managed to get out, "Uh, well - I'm
going to jack off, mom. I'm going to masturbate while I look at
your beautiful tits."

"And are you going to cum, dear?"

"Oh yes, ma'am. Yes - I'm going to cum."

"That's just what I wanted to hear, Bobby. I
want you to cum. I want you to cum real hard while you look at my
tits and nipples," Norma said as she then suddenly let her arm drop
and the bra fell away from her chest exposing her two magnificent
breasts to her son'e gaze. Bobby just sat and stared at his mother.
Her tits were even more beautiful than they appeared in the
photographs. They stuck straight out and now Bobby could see that
the deep dark brown areolae had a pebbled textured and the nipples
themselves were longer than they appeared in the pictures.

"Nice, huh, Bobby?" his mother said
teasingly. "Doesn't the sight of my bare tits and nipples really
make you want to jack your cock?"

Bobby couldn't seem to move. He was
mesmerized as he sat, his one hand holding his rock hard prick in a
near death grip.

He didn't actually need to move, though,
because when his mother said, "My nipples get even longer and
fatter when I play with them," and reached both hands up and began
to pull, twist and tug at the already turgid nipples, Bobby had a
spontaneous orgasm right on the spot.

His rigid cock began to spew out jet after
jet of thick white jism, the first couple of spurts traversing the
short space between them and landing on his mother's thighs,
soaking into the fabric of her slacks.

"Ohhh, Bobby, yessss!" Norma purred, "yes -
oh, shoot out all that lovely cum, son. That's right, jack your
cock, honey. Make it spurt! Jack it off for me, dear!"

Hearing his mother's exhortations, Bobby then
began to frig himself violently causing his cock to renew its
spasms sending even more thick cum spewing forth covering his hand
and his own thighs.

As the orgasm began to lessen, Bobby's mother
reached over with her hand and gently stroked her son's face and
said, "That was really great. That must have been one of the best
orgasms you've ever had. Now why don't you clean yourself up and
let's have dinner. We can talk some more about this as we eat.

Norma then quickly gathered her blouse and
bra and gently disengaged the pictures from Bobby's grip and
departed the bathroom as he just lay back against the toilet seat,
eyes scrunched closed, recovering and considering what just
happened and what might happen in the future.

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 mother as she
watched; he really did jack off while she watched and had the most
powerful cum 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 oclock. 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 agressive 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.