Mom & Son Get it Done (7 page)

No sooner had Norma gotten her finger buried
in her rectum and began to finger fuck herself than Bobby was
overcome with the blatant lust of the scene being played out before
his eyes and felt his whole body begin to spasm. Suddenly his whole
body went rigid and in disbelief his entire pubic region seized up
mightily and held the seizure for a long moment before it released
and began a rhythmic series of incredibly strong spasms, each one
sending forth a jet of white jism from his rampant cock. Some even
landed on his mother's side and hip as he continued through the
orgasm, watching his mother watching him sperm while she continued
to frantically finger fuck her anus. The combination of the clamps
on her nipples, the cucumber in her cunt, her rapidly frigging
finger up her ass and the sight of her son's spasming turgid penis
sent her over the edge as well and she entered a really strong
climax.

When they were both through, Norma fell
forward onto the ottoman from exhaustion and she released the
cucumber as she steadied herself with both hands. It slid slowly
from her cunt and plopped unceremoniously onto the carpet behind
her.

Bobby simply fell sideways, hands still bound
behind him and continued to stare at his panting, sweating mother
as the afterspasms of orgasm continued to course through both of
them.

Following the dramatic events of Saturday
morning both Bobby and his mother had been so exhausted that they
slept until late afternoon. Norma was the first up and made them a
beautiful dinner in the middle of which Jake, father and husband,
unexpectedly showed up. It seems that everything had been settled
and he was back home again. That put a crimp on mother and son's
plans for the rest of the weekend. Actually from that point on for
some time.

There didn't seem to be a spare moment when
they were both home together that something didn't get in the way
of their getting together again. From time to time they would give
each other long knowing soulful looks, but that was all that passed
between them. For his part, Bobby was so hyper that he had to
masturbate three and four times a day just to keep the tension down
and to allow him to think of other things besides his mother. Each
time he did it he replayed the events from that Saturday morning
when his mother had put on a masturbation display he still found
difficult to believe happened. Now matter how often he jacked off,
the moment he began fantasizing about his mother bent over in front
of him with clothespins on her long nipples, that huge cucumber
stuck up her cunt while she frantically finger fucked her own
asshole he came almost immediately.

As a result of that incident, Norma had a
constant reminder for days afterward because her nipples were
extremely sore from having been clamped with the clothespins. No
matter what kind of clothes she wore she was always subconsciously
aware of the tenderness in her breasts. When the acute soreness
began to fade, however, she sought to re-intensify the feeling by
wearing rough materials without a bra, which she didn't really
need, so that it would rub her nipples. Like her son Bobby, she too
masturbated frequently, more than she was used to in the past. And
she also fantasized about their second time together. Her vision of
the incident differed, however, in that she concentrated on the
sight of her son sitting on the very edge of the bed, hands tied
behind his back with his enormous hard penis jerking untouched in
the air as it shot spurt after spurt of thick jism, some of it
landing on her. She had never before seen a man cum without some
sort of tactile stimulation and knowing that she alone had aroused
her son to such a point was something she would never forget.

Norma was entranced with her son's penis. To
her it was the iconized focal point of all her lust and passion. It
baffled her that given her sexual experience she should have become
so obsessed with just this one organ, but she was and she just
accepted the fact and gave in to it. The only regret she had was
that she had forbade any physical contact between her and her son;
they had both agreed to it and she was determined to hold to it for
the sake of both of them.

She knew her son was in agony, but she
couldn't help him without putting their situation in jeopardy She
felt the same pangs of frustration herself, she was sure. They
would just both have to wait until opportunity presented itself and
not get foolhardy. He was young and restless and probably
innocently unaware of the tragedy which could befall them at any
turn so she took it upon herself to be strong and control the
situation.

Two weeks had passed without incident or
opportunity until, on Friday afternoon Norma got home from work and
got a phone call from the office pleading with her to drive the
twenty miles to Charleston and pick up some badly needed documents
at their branch office there. Jake, her husband, was already home
and just lounging around - god, she could kill the bastard - and
Bobby was downstairs in the den watching television. He had
probably hoped, as she had, that they would be able to use this
time to be together.

She reluctantly agreed, therefore, to make
the trip and was set to go out the door when the idea occurred to
her. She turned and went upstairs to the den. Walking in she said,
"Hi, sport. Wanna take a ride?"

"Hi, mom. Where to?"

"Oh, I just have to run over to Charleston
and pick up some papers for work. Won't take long. Just thought you
might like to ride along."

Bobby considered this for a couple of seconds
and then said, "Sure. Why not." Grabbing his jacket he headed
upstairs behind his mother. As they climbed the steep stairs
Bobby's eyes were right level with his mother's legs just a couple
of feet in front of him. Just then he would have given anything to
be able to reach out and feel them up, to bury his face in their
fullness and kiss them and lick them with his tongue. It gave him
an almost instant hard-on which he surreptitiously had to adjust as
they reached the top of the stairs.

It was a pleasant late afternoon drive on the
back roads to Charleston and Norma enjoyed the ride through
alternating farm fields and woods. She was painfully aware,
however, that Bobby was not looking at the wonderful fall scenery;
his eyes were glued to her legs as she drove. The above the knee
skirt she had worn that day had ridden up on her thighs giving her
son a pretty good eyeful. Watching the constantly curving road, she
couldn't look over at him long enough to see whether he had a
hard-on or not, but she was pretty sure that he did. Neither wanted
to bring up the topic which was foremost on their minds, especially
with the thought of another weekend at home with Jake around and no
way to get together.

About half way there a straight stretch of
road came up and Norma now took the chance to take a long look at
her son. When she looked over her suspicions were confirmed. He was
looking straight down at her legs and they had a glazed look about
them. Then she dropped her eyes to his crotch and saw that instead
of just a hard-on he had his hand in his pocket and was obviously
playing with himself. She was so surprised that she almost ran the
car off the road, but managed to keep it straight.

"For god's sake, Bobby! If you have to do it,
then go ahead and do it, but don't try and hide it."

"Uh, do what, mom?" he asked, surprised as he
looked up.

"You know damn well what," Norma said almost
angrily. "Do you think I was born yesterday?!"

"I'm sorry, mom," he answered contritely, "I
really am. It's just that I'm so turned on and I didn't think you
would notice."

Her own frustration was coming out as anger
toward her son and she knew it and didn't like it. Attempting to
smooth things over she said, "I know. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I
guess I'm just a little jealous about what you're doing and can't
do it myself. And I'm really pissed off that it's been 2 weeks now
and there's still no hope in sight. I'll try to be more patient,
OK?"

"Gee, mom, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to
upset you, honest."

"No, no, it's OK - really. If you want to
masturbate, why don't you unzip your pants and take it out and do
it." She picked up her purse and handed it toward him saying, "Look
in here. There's some Kleenex That way, when you cum you won't make
a mess of your clothes."

Without saying anything Bobby took the
preferred purse and rummaged around coming up with the tissues
which he set on the seat with the purse. Then he proceeded to unzip
his pants and reached his hand in and with some difficulty finally
managed to work his large erection through his underwear and out
his fly. Hesitating he asked, "Are you sure this is OK, mom?"

"Of course it is, darling. I understand. But
you'd better hurry or we'll be to Charleston before you get a
chance to cum."

Bobby hesitated and then said, "Maybe I ought
to wait, then. If I wait, will you let me do it on the way
back?"

"Sure, if that's what you want. Maybe that's
best anyway."

"OK, I'll wait then." And he pulled his pants
over his cock and tucked it back in as best he could.

"Have you been jacking off a lot, Bobby?"
Norma asked, once again taking her son by surprise with the
frankness of her speech.

"Uh, yeah, I have, I guess," he answered in a
low voice.

"More than once a day?"

"Yeah. Sometimes three and four times."

"Jesus, that's a lot isn't it?"

"I've gotta do it, mom, otherwise I go nuts
cause I get so horny I can't think of anything else and can't get
anything done. Especially my schoolwork."

Just then they came to the city limits. As
they entered the outskirts of town, Norma spotted an old seedy
motel and for one crazy moment considered just renting a room for a
couple of hours and throwing caution to the wind. But the urge
passed as quickly as it came and she drove on finally arriving at
the business. She went in and got the papers and was back in the
car in a jiffy and they were again headed back home.

No sooner were they clear of the town than
Norma said, "OK Bobby, if you want to do it, go ahead."

Bobby reached into his pants again and had an
easier time of getting his cock out this time because he was now
only half hard even though he noticed that his mother had made sure
that when she got in the car her skirt was all the way up on her
thighs to where he could make out the swell of her pubis under her
pantyhose.

"My legs don't turn you on anymore," Norma
mock pouted when she noticed his condition.

"No. It's not that. I was just thinking that
I have to play a game tonight and maybe I shouldn't do it. The
coach said that sex was bad for us 24 hours before a game."

Norma didn't know what to say to that, but
she didn't want to let this opportunity go to waste. Thinking fast
she reached up with one hand and opened her suitcoat wide. Then she
began unbuttoning her blouse. When it was open she then took the
front clasp of her bra in her fingers and pushed it together until
it too was open. As she pulled each cup of the bra to the side and
exposed her breasts to her son's view the draft from the half open
car windows created a chill on her and her nipples became instantly
erect.

Bobby's eyes took this all in and his cock
sprang to life again.

Norma glanced quickly over at him and seeing
her actions had the desired result she remarked, "That ought to
help, huh?"

"Oh, god, mom," Bobby moaned as his hand went
to his stiff cock and he began to jack it.

"Does it feel good, Bobby? Does it, huh?" she
asked in a sultry voice. And before he could answer she went on, "I
just love to watch you play with yourself. I haven't had a chance
to really tell you how much I enjoyed our little session last time.
Did you like it too?"

"I can't talk, mom. The sight of those hard
nipples and your big beautiful legs is... oh shit, here it comes...
ohhhh... unghhhh..." and Bobby's cock once more let loose a torrent
of semen which flew all over the place. When the spasms passed he
just flopped back against the door and closed his eyes.

To Norma's disappointment she had missed most
of the action but she was aware of one thing. "Uh, dear, you forgot
to use the Kleenex"

"Oh hell, I'm sorry," he rejoined and roused
himself out of his post orgasmic lethargy. He picked up the Kleenex
and starting haphazardly swiping and the tracks he'd left. When he
got all he could see he then cleaned himself off and was about to
ditch the soaked tissue out the car window when his mother said,
"No, don't do that. That's littering. Here, give it to me."

"But it soaking wet, mom," Bobby
protested.

"It's OK. Just give it to me."

He gently laid the cum soaked Kleenex in his
mother's outstretched hand. To his amazement, she took the tissue
and began to rub her full lips with it, leaving a viscous outer
coating of his come over her lipstick after which she proceeded to
snake her tongue out and lick it off. She then put the tissue once
more to her mouth and began to suck on it and said, "Hmmmmmm, you
taste really good, darling." It may have been a mistake she
thought, but she just couldn't help herself.