Mom & Son Get it Done (10 page)

It was lucky her husband had intervened or
else who knows what might have happened. Heading downstairs she
knew she had almost crossed the line and if she remained in the
house today she would probably take the first opportunity to do so.
Therefore, she decided to head over to Charleston and do some
shopping, have lunch and take in a movie she had wanted to see.
Being by herself would give her time to sort the whole business
out.

Norma didn't remember much about the movie as
she drove home because for most of the show her mind was occupied
with formulating a plan to get even with Caroline. And now she knew
what she was going to do. It might take a little time, but she knew
her best friend and the plan would eventually work.

Sure enough. Norma and Caroline usually at
least talked to each other on a daily basis, either by phone or
across the fence. And then there were those intermittent episodes
when they were both in the mood and they would find the time to be
alone when they could bet each other off. It was Monday while she
was at work that she got a call from Caroline, but refused to take
it. Then Monday evening the phone rang. Her husband answered it and
she told him that she wasn't available. Over the next couple of
days Caroline tried with increasing frequency to contact Norma.
Norma avoided it each time with some excuse or other.

When Jake announced on Wednesday morning that
he would be heading for the annual week-long convention is Las
Vegas on Friday, Norma's plans were finalized. In fact, she was
almost ecstatic. First and foremost, she would have a whole week
alone with her son. She had returned to her old resolve of not
touching him or letting him touch her. But to hell with the once a
week rule she had set down. They couldn't even find the opportunity
to manage that! So she planned to make up for lost time while Jake
was away. If Bobby wanted to get off a hundred times a day with her
it would be OK!

She was disappointed to learn, however, that
Bobby had a date on Friday night which he couldn't break. Nor did
she want him to. There would be plenty of time later on. And that
gave her the evening to use to set her plan for Caroline in motion.
As a matter of fact, when the evening was done, so might her years
long friendship with her be over. Time would tell.

Jake was right on schedule and took the plane
out at 12:52 for Las Vegas. Good riddance and hello Bobby, my love!
she said to herself when Jake had called from 29,000 feet up on the
new airplane telephone to let her know he had gotten off alright.
Heaven at last!

As Norma had predicted, Caroline knew Jake's
plans because her husband Brad and he were such good buddies.
Immediately on the heels of Jake's call from the plane the call
came in from Caroline. The office secretary was a little surprised
following a week of non-too-polite refusals that this time Norma
would take the call.

"Hello?" Norma said politely.

"Hi, Norm. It's me, Caroline. Can you
talk."

"Oh, hi, sweetie," Caroline virtually
crooned. "Sure, I've got a couple of minutes. What's up?"

"Well, I've had some time to think things
over and I've been trying to get hold of you all week."

"Yeah, I've been super busy, dear."

"Uh huh. Well, as I said. I've thought it all
over and I really need to apologize for what happened last Friday
night. I don't know what came over me all of a sudden, but it was
like I was just powerless once things got started. I'm really
sorry, Norm. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Nothing to worry about, honey. I
understand."

"Do you really?? You mean you're not mad at
me?"

The relief in Caroline's voice was just what
Norma wanted to hear. "Not anymore, I'm not. I was a little miffed
for a while there. But I understand what happened. The devil made
you do it, huh?" Norma said with just the slightest trace of
sarcasm.

In her relief, it went completely over
Caroline's head and she said coyly, her voice dropping a bit, "I
want to make it up to you, love. Really, I do. I know Jake's gone
and maybe Bobby's got a date tonight? Brad's going bowling. Do you
think we can get together for a while."

"Sure, I don't see why not. And besides, it's
been another dry week and I'm ready for something."

"Yeah, I figured you might be," Caroline said
enthusiastically. "So am I. And to make up for my less than prudent
behavior, I'm ready and willing to do anything you want. You can do
anything you want to me or I'll do whatever you want to you. It'll
be your night. How does that sound?"

Norma cackled out loud as she said, "Right,
slave. You're all mine, huh?" fearing that maybe she had gone just
a bit too far.

She needn't have worried, though. Caroline
was so anxious to make up with Norma that she unwittingly said,
"Yesss. I'll be your love slave for tonight." And then she added in
her sexiest voice, "And you'll love every minute of it, I
guarantee."

More than you know, bitch, Norma thought to
herself. She had the slut right where she wanted her. This was
going to work out better than she had hoped. Not wanting to push
her luck she cooed, "I can't wait, love, but I've got to go, now,
and finish up this contract. Bobby'll be gone by seven, but I'll
need some time to get ready so why don't you come over to my place
about eight?"

"You don't want to come over to my place like
always," Caroline queried.

"No. With Jake gone, it'd be better if you
came over to my house," Norma said, already envisioning what she
had in mind for this cradle-robbing whore.

"Ok, I'll be there at eight. See you then,
lover. Bye." And she hung up. Great, Norma said out loud to
herself. It's all set.

Tidying up her office, Norma bade the staff
farewell for the weekend and headed for Charleston. Once there she
headed for the nearest adult bookstore she could find. Inside, she
browsed around looking for just the right video, but not seeing one
she went up to the counter and flummoxed the help with her request.
Yes, they did have a few of that variety, but the keep them under
the counter. From these, Norma found what she was looking for, paid
for it and headed for the nearest hardware store where she picked
up a number of items. Then she started back to Southfield to
preview her purchase and make use of the hardware items.

When she got home she immediately started
watching the video. She was looking for just a short portion of it
and wouldn't know what she wanted till she saw it. And she wanted
to get it done before Bobby got home from basketball practice. As
she settled down on the den couch to view the tape she thought that
this kind of stuff wasn't really her bag, but some of the actors
and actresses were gorgeous and the sex mingled in among the other
activities was arousing. She considered masturbating while she
watched but then decided she wanted to hold off until she could cum
with her son. Besides, it was getting late and she still had some
things to do. Having finally found a section of tape she could use,
she rewound it to the spot she wanted and pulled it from the
machine to hide it in the bookshelf until that evening. Then she
gathered up the small bag from the hardware store and headed for
the basement. Twenty minutes later found her in the kitchen,
whistling to herself while she began to make dinner for her and
Bobby. Tonight was going to something else again, she mused.

During the week, Bobby had plenty of time to
think about what had happened to him and came to the conclusion
that he was indeed a very lucky guy. For one, his mother, the most
beautiful woman in the world and who aroused him sexually no end,
was allowing him to use her to satisfy his sexual needs. He knew it
wasn't acceptable by so-called community standards, but he was to
the point of not caring. Additionally, it finally occurred to him
that he had been fortunate to have the incident with Mrs. Bishop in
the car on the way home from the game. That was the first time ever
in his life that he had ever sucked a woman's breast - that he
remembered, of course - and the first time ever he had had another
person make him cum. That is, if you didn't count the few circle
jerks with his buddies before they discovered girls. His only
regret was that it hadn't been his mother that it had happened
with. But he was sure that that would eventually happen,
sometime.

Every time he thought over the marvelous
experience of being jacked off by Mrs. Bishop while he sucked on
her nipple he got horny and this would drive him to masturbation.
When he began playing with himself he would envision back to how it
felt to have that lovely piece of fleshy gristle between his lips
while her worried it with his tongue. He did notice that Mrs.
Bishop's nipple and aureola were nothing like his mother's; her
aureola appeared to be pink in color and looked puffy and swollen
as it stuck out from her large breast. He wondered if it were
possible to get the whole aureola into his mouth at once. And her
nipple itself was short and stubby, not real long and thick like
his mother's.

Bobby considered also how different it had
felt to have the soft insistence of a woman's hand jacking his cock
and wondered how often Mrs. Bishop had done this in the past. She
seemed to be a real expert at it so she must have had a lot of
practice. But when it came right down to it as he thought about the
experience his mind would inevitably wander to what his mother's
nipple would feel like between his lips and how her hand would feel
jacking him off. God, if only...

So, each time he had a masturbation session
he would start off thinking about Mrs. Bishop but would cum with
visions of doing those things with his mother. And here it was
Friday again, he rejoiced, as he sat in English class reading
Ibsen's "Doll House." He wondered if any of Ibsen's characters did
the things he and his mother had done and suspected that just maybe
the author wasn't telling the whole truth.

Bobby considered skipping basketball
practice, but it wasn't within him. He went and couldn't wait for
it to be over. When it was he hurried home to find dinner already
on the table and his mother dressed to kill and in what seemed to
be a jubilant mood. He rushed up to her and started to give her a
big kiss, but she ducked and said, "Not yet, buster. Sit down and
eat your dinner. Don't you have to be out of here pretty soon?"

"Wow, you look great. Got a date tonight or
something," he joked.

"Yeah, with your father finally gone for a
while, I do."

"Who with, mom?" Bobby asked, all of sudden
serious to the point where Norma could hear some jealousy in his
voice.

"With whom, dear, with whom. Don't they teach
you proper grammar in English class these days?"

"Yeah, OK, with whom, then?" he said
impatiently.

"Guess! I think you know him."

Norma enjoyed watching the puzzled expression
on his face as it slowly came to him that she was referring to
himself.

"Aw, mom, you know I have a date tonight," he
moaned.

"Sure, but you'll be back later and unless I
miss my guess, you won't be too worn out, eh?"

"It'll be pretty late, though."

"Just tell the pretty young lady your mom
said you have to be home by eleven and you won't be lying," Norma
smiled.

"OK. We'll see what happens."

"Tell me, Bobby," Norma said seriously, "have
you managed to fuck Ariel yet?"

"MOM!" Bobby almost shouted.

"Well, I guess not, huh. Have you at least
got to feel her bare tit?"

"Come on, mom, you know she isn't like that,"
Bobby wheedled

"Not a slut like me, you mean?"

"Mom, for god's sake, you're not a slut."

"Oh yes I am. I'm being one right now talking
like this and I'm enjoying the hell out of it."

When Bobby couldn't come up with an answer to
that she went on, "Well, do tell. Have you gotten your hot hand
inside her top yet and managed to feel up her tits? Does she have
sexy fucking nipples like mine?"

She could see her son was flustered hearing
her talk this way, but she also knew that underneath the
embarrassment his crotch was probably starting to feel a little
thick.

"How about a blow job? Or at least a hand
job, eh? Have you gotten her to jack you off yet?"

"Mom," Bobby began, exasperated, "she doesn't
let me do those things. Yeah, I tried to feel her up a couple of
times, but she wouldn't even let me put my hand on her tit. All
we've ever done is kiss, OK."

"Poor darling," Norma mocked. "You must be so
frustrated with the little tease. Do you get a hard-on thinking
about her, huh?"

It was clear he had had enough when he
answered, "I get a hard-on thinking about you, mother. Wanna see
it? Huh?"

"Not right now dear. Be a good boy and finish
your dinner, now."

"You're not making it easy, you know."

"I know. I'm sorry. Just trying to lighten
things up a little," Norma lied.

"More like trying to heat things up, I
think." And she knew he knew what she was up to. But it was all in
fun and both of them smiled just a little tensely.