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Archive name: friday4.txt (mother/son, inc, ped)
Authors name: Anonymous NixPixer 1994
Story title : Friday Afternoon - Part 4 of 6

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Friday Afternoon - 4 (mother/son, inc, ped)
by Anon NixPixer 1993

***

Norma declined the invitation to stay for breakfast and 
visit with her sister. She was anxious to get home to 
see her son. Rather than having satisfied her lust, the 
previous evening's phone call and subsequent sex play 
had only inflamed her that much more.

It was eight o'clock as she pulled in the driveway and 
she hoped Bobby was still asleep so she could get 
cleaned up and make herself attractive for him. As she 
entered the house and went to hang up her coat she heard 
him moving around in the kitchen and was a little 
disappointed. She then called out, "Hi, Bobby, it's me - 
I'm home."

"Hi, mom," she heard him call back.

As she entered the kitchen she saw her son sitting at 
the table eating toast in nothing but his undershorts. 
Walking by him toward the coffee pot she tousled his 
hair and said, "Hi, sport. You OK this morning?"

"Yeah, sure, mom." was all he said and he seemed a bit 
shy or embarrassed. That would be natural, she thought. 
After all, how many people her son's age had ever 
engaged in phone sex with their own mother?

Norma got a cup of coffee and then went and sat down at 
the table with Bobby, but didn't say anything. She 
waited instead for him to strike up a conversation. When 
he remained silent and wouldn't look at her she finally 
decided to break the deadlock.

"Are you OK, Bobby? Do you feel OK?"

"Sure. I'm fine."

"Then what's the matter. You're acting as if I'm not 
even here."

After a short pause he said, "Well, I guess I'm just a 
little embarrassed about last night."

"Does that mean you don't want to look at me or talk to 
me anymore?"

"Oh, mom, no. It's just that - well, you know."

"No, Bobby, I don't know. Tell me. Remember, I'm your 
mother."

"Uh huh. That's part of the problem, I think."

Norma didn't say anything so Bobby blundered on, "I 
mean, you're my mom and I know that what we did isn't 
supposed to happen between a mother and son."

Gently Norma leaned forward and laid her hand on Bobby's 
bare arm saying, "Yeah, I know. And I understand your 
feelings. I have that same problem myself so can we at 
least talk about it?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Would you like to just stop doing it, dear. That is, do 
you think we should just quit and pretend like nothing 
ever happened. I'd be willing to do that if that's what 
you really want."

"Aw, gee, mom. I can't stop thinking about you. You'd 
think after last night I could at least get some sleep, 
but I woke up dreaming about you."

"And were you excited?"

"Yes."

"And did you do it again. Did you jack off again?"

"That's the hard part. I felt so bad and just wanted to 
forget it all, but I was - you know - hard again."

"Uh huh. And what did you do."

"Well, I decided I'd wait for you to get home. And the 
worst part is, I hoped it would happen again."

"Does that mean you want to do it some more?"

Bobby lowered his head and folded his hands in his lap 
and muttered, "Uh huh."

"Look at me, darling." When Bobby moved his head and 
looked into his mother's eyes he became so filled with 
lust and love that it almost took his breath away. "I 
know that what we've done isn't exactly, uh, right, 
Norma continued on, but I'm willing to go on doing it if 
we can both agree to a couple very simple rules."

"Rules?" Bobby asked

"Right. I think everything will be OK if we agree to two 
things, actually. First, there should never be any 
touching. We should never touch each other. Everything 
will be alright if we just watch one another, I think."

When she hesitated, trying to gauge her son's reaction 
he asked, "And... the second thing?"

"I feel it would be best if we limited stuff to once a 
week. And only when your father's away. Would that be OK 
with you?"

"Sure, I understand that. But does that mean that we can 
just watch and that's all?"

"Yes. I don't think we should get involved any further 
than that, dear. It might lead to consequences neither 
one of us wants."

Bobby stayed thoughtfully silent, but she could read the 
disappointment clearly written all over his features. 
The frown on his face told the whole story and it tugged 
at her emotions because she felt a strong sense of 
frustration herself with the conditions she had just 
laid down.

Finally Bobby looked up and said resignedly, "I'll do 
whatever you want, mom. You've always known best and I 
sure don't want anything to happen to you."

"That's so sweet of you, darling. All in all, I think 
it's best for us both. We'll see, though, won't we. Now 
- how are you feeling just right now?"

"OK. I can accept that."

"No - that's not what I mean. I've been thinking about 
you all night and all the way home in the car from your 
Aunt's." Bobby now caught the sudden shift in his 
mother's tone, but asked anyway, "What do you mean, 
mom?"

"I mean, that I'm really horny, Bobby. And if we weren't 
in this situation I would simply go upstairs and frig 
myself off. But since you're here, would you like to 
discuss the promise I made you last week and again last 
night?"

Bobby's interest picked up immediately and he said, 
"What's to discuss?"

Seeing his eagerness, Norma said, "Whoa, young stud - 
not so fast. I want to talk about this first, if it's 
alright with you."

"Uh, OK."

"Tell me now what you think I promised you."

"Well, last week you kinda promised me that sometime or 
other that you'd let me watch you do it."

Norma was rapidly becoming excited again as she could 
see the results of her offer causing Bobby's shorts to 
begin tenting out and wanting to use the conversation to 
further stimulate herself as a sort of verbal foreplay 
she decided to milk it for all it was worth.

"Watch me do what, Bobby?"

"You know, mom. You said you'd let me watch you 
masturbate," he said impatiently.

"Uh huh. And..."

"And what?" It was tough trying to get her son into her 
little verbal game. It was plain that he just wanted to 
get on with it. But Norma was not going to let him have 
control of the situation.

"And... I want to know if you still want to do that. Do 
you still want to watch me jerk off?"

"Of course I do!"

"And when do you want us to do this."

"Why not right now?"

"Well, I'd need to get cleaned up first."

"That's OK. I'll wait."

"Now, how would you like this to happen. Tell me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, would you like me to get dressed up for you?"

"You mean you're going to do it with your clothes on?" 
Bobby suddenly sounded let down.

"No, silly. I mean, would you like me to dress up the 
way I was in those pictures?"

"No shit!" Bobby exclaimed. "Ooops, sorry mom, didn't 
mean to swear like that."

Ignoring his little outburst Norma continued, "Would you 
like to see me the way I was when I was doing it then. 
In the half bra and garter belt and stockings and heels 
- you know, like some of the women in your magazines? 
Would you like to see me dressed like a slut?" The tone 
and sound of her own voice was now turning Norma on.

"Oh wow! That would be great. You mean, I'd actually get 
to see you live just like you were in those pictures??"

"Sure. If that's what you want?" Norma said playfully. 
"Is that what you want, Bobby?"

Suddenly Bobby began to catch on and said, "I'd really 
like that, mom. I'd just love to see you all dressed up 
in those sexy things. You'll look great that way. And 
it'll even be better to watch you do things to yourself 
when you're all dressed up. Wow!"

Now she knew she had him. "And what kind of things would 
you like to watch me do to myself, Bobby," she asked 
huskily.

When Norma looked down she saw that Bobby's shorts were 
stretched out in front meaning he probably had a full 
hard-on. "Is the thought of looking at your mother while 
she masturbates turning you on, dear?" she asked coyly 
as she nodded her head toward his crotch.

"Kind of obvious, isn't it," Bobby replied and blushed.

"Come on, Bobby, tell me what you'd like me to do for 
you while you watch. Don't be shy."

"Well, whatever you want, I guess."

"What's the thing you want to see me do most to myself? 
What do you fantasize about most?"

"Uh, OK, do you think you could do it with that thing in 
you?
You know..."

"You mean with the dildo?"

"Yeah, with the dildo. I'd love to see that live."

"Well, I hate to disappoint you, but that wasn't mine 
and I don't have one. But wait," Norma acted as if a 
sudden thought just came to her. "I think there's a 
cucumber in the refrigerator I could use. Except it'd be 
awfully cold."

"A cucumber?! Holy cow! You'd put a cucumber in you?" 
Bobby exclaimed amazed.

"Sure. I've jacked off before with lots of things in me 
besides cucumbers."

He couldn't believe his ears. His own mother admitting 
to such lewd behavior. It was the sexiest thing Bobby 
had ever experienced and made him want to grab his hard 
prick right then and there but he refrained.

"I know," Norma mused, "While I'm upstairs getting ready 
you can get the cucumber out and warm it up with your 
hands for me. Would you do that?"

"Sure I would. Oh mom."

"You're really getting hot now, aren't you, Bobby?"

"Uh huh." he answered looking into her eyes. Norma was 
very excited herself and decided to cut off the blabber 
and get on with it.

"Well, I've got lots planned Bobby, but why don't I go 
get ready. You wait here and warm up the kuke for 15 
minutes while I change. It's now nine o'clock. You wait 
until 9:15 and then come on upstairs, OK?. I'll be in my 
bedroom and you can just come right in."

So saying, Norma rose and headed upstairs while Bobby 
turned in his chair and opened the refrigerator door. 
Rummaging around in the vegetable bin at the bottom he 
actually found two cucumbers; one was considerably 
larger than the other and he decided devilishly to take 
the bigger one. Eyeing it, he couldn't imagine how his 
mother was going to get the thing into her cunt because 
of its size. 

He then proceeded to start warming it in his hands as 
she had asked, rubbing it up and down and twisting his 
two hands around it. God, how he wished he had one that 
big, he thought. He was so aroused now that he 
considered just doing it right then, but decided it'd be 
better to wait until he could watch his mother. Then 
they'd do it together, only face-to-face instead of over 
the phone like last night.

Bobby waited impatiently for the fifteen minutes to 
pass, each minute seeming like an hour. When it was time 
he jumped up and almost ran to the stairs. Once upstairs 
he slowed down and walked to his mother's bedroom where 
the door was closed. He knew she said he could just walk 
right in, but he'd never done that before and knocked 
softly out of habit.

He heard his mother's sexy voice say, "It's open dear, 
you can come in," as if from a long way off. When he 
entered the room she was nowhere in sight, but he could 
smell her perfume. Then he heard her say from her walk-
in closet, "Did you bring it with you, Bobby?"

"Yes ma'am, I did."

"Good, just lay it on the nightstand by the bed."

He put the cucumber down and sat down on the edge of the 
bed facing away from the closet. After about a minute he 
saw out of the corner of his eye his mother walking 
around in front of him. The sight was not what he 
expected at all. Instead of the sensual picture he had 
imagined, he saw his mother completely covered from head 
to toe in her long plaited bathrobe. 

The only thing showing was her head with its long wavy 
black hair cascading down her back and her hands with 
their long slender fingers and bright red painted nails. 
Still it was kind of enticing wondering what was 
underneath the robe even though he'd seen the pictures. 
But this was going to be different he thought.

Suddenly his mother came to stand in front of him and 
looking down at him said, "Now - before we get started, 
remember, you have to abide by our agreement, OK?"

"Oh, sure mom. I agree..."

"And just to be sure that you're not even tempted, I 
need you to cooperate in one little thing, OK."

"Yeah, sure. What is it?" he asked quizzically.

"I want you to stand up, turn around and put your hands 
behind you."

"You mean like this," Bobby said, as he complied with 
her instructions.

Norma said, "Right." And reached into her robe pocket 
producing a man's necktie with which she promptly began 
to bind Bobby's wrists tightly behind his back.

Surprised and not knowing what his mother was up to he 
asked, "What are you doing. How come you're tying me up, 
mom?"

"Just want to make sure you can't act on any temptations 
you might have, dear," Norma replied smoothly, finishing 
the job.

"Aw, come on, mom," Bobby said, feeling disappointed and 
wondering how this was going to work out with his hands 
bound behind him. "How am I going to get to do it 
myself, tied up like this?" He sounded to Norma a little 
worried now.

"You're not, darling," Norma replied in a bitchy tone of 
voice. "I promised you that you could watch me. But I 
didn't say anything about you doing it at the same time, 
now did I?"

"Well, no I guess you didn't. But that's not fair." he 
complained.

"All's fair in love, war and sex, dear son," Norma 
replied.
"Don't worry, everything's going to work out. Trust me, 
OK?"

"OK, I guess."

"I just want your undivided attention while I put on 
this show for you and I don't want you breaking it up by 
doing anything else. When I'm finished, then we'll 
see..." and she let the sentence trail off.

She then told her son to turn around again and to sit on 
the edge of the bed. As he turned around he noticed that 
his mother's back was to him and he lowered himself down 
still looking at her robe-clothed back.

Suddenly the entire robe fell to the floor revealing his 
mother's back to his gaze. Norma didn't move except to 
cock one leg up so that she was standing with her hands 
on her hips in a sexy pose with her ass thrust 
enticingly toward his face. Bobby was dumbfounded. 

The view of his mother from the back was stunning. He 
could see even from this point that she was dressed 
exactly as she had been in the pictures. Now, however, 
he could see her bare ass up close and reveled in how 
beautifully big and well shaped it was. And, oh, those 
long, full legs encased in sexy nylons. God, he just 
wanted to reach out and run his hands up and down his 
mother's big legs.

Still Norma hadn't said a word, just knowing that her 
son was feasting his eyes on her backside and deciding 
to let him get a good look at her from that angle. 
Finally, she said, "Like what you see, Bobby?"

"Oh, god yes, mom. You're beautiful."

"Am I sexy too, dear?" she asked teasingly.

"You know you are, don't you, mom?"

"Want to see more, do you?"

"Oh yes, please. Turn around, please," Bobby pleaded.

Slowly Norma revolved until she was halfway around and 
then stopped giving her son a side view of her. Now she 
looked down at her son with the most sexually smoldering 
expression on her face that he had ever seen. Compared 
to his mother, the women he had seen in magazines all 
appeared to be pretentious. She was the sexiest thing 
alive. And she WAS alive and this was real and actually 
happening. His cock throbbed so hard now that it 
actually began to hurt.

"How's this, dear," Norma queried, noticing that Bobby 
hadn't yet taken his 
eyes from hers. "Don't you want to look at my tits?"

Bobby's eyes dropped to her bosom where he took in her 
small breasts with the amazingly long dark nipples. They 
were held up and out by the partial-cupped bra which 
left her nipples and most of the areolae exposed; the 
areolae being so large that a portion of their lower 
half was hidden by the bra cup. After a moment, his gaze 
fell down to her legs which to him were almost as 
exciting as her tits.

"Do my tits still turn you on, Bobby? Do they?"

"Yes, ma'am. Your nipples are so big and sexy," he said, 
aware that this expression was fast becoming a litany, 
but not being able to help himself.

Hearing this Norma almost asked him if he liked them 
badly enough to want to suck on them, but then 
remembered the rules she had laid down and caught 
herself. It wouldn't be fair to him to taunt him that 
way, she felt, even though she would love to have him 
suck on her nipples. God, in the condition she was in 
right now she would probably cum on the spot the minute 
his lips and tongue touched them.

Then she turned to face him full on and his eyes went 
immediately to the junction of her thighs where he spied 
what had previously only really been hinted at. His 
mother had a large crop of black pubic hair which 
entirely covered her cuntal area with a small arrow-like 
trail leading almost up to her navel. 

As he continued to look at her crotch he noticed all of 
a sudden a trickle of moisture starting to run down her 
right thigh. Before even thinking about it he looked up 
and said, "Uh, mom, do you need to take a pee? You're 
getting wet down there. It's OK - I'll wait."

"Oh my god, Bobby," Norma exclaimed, surprised at her 
son's naivete, "no son, I don't need to pee. What you're 
seeing is a result of the excitement I'm feeling. When 
women get excited they excrete fluid." She was then 
going to further his education by explaining to him that 
the purpose of the fluid was to facilitate fucking, but 
again, that would raise the specter of more than they 
agreed upon and she didn't think it would be fair to 
him. Thus she remained silent and just let him wonder.

After letting him silently stare at her for what seemed 
ages Norma finally said, "Shall I get started, dear?"

"Uh, gee, whatever mom," he answered, still in awe at 
the sight of his mother dressed like a wanton slut.

Norma then moved to the wall and retrieved the ottoman 
there and pulled it over and positioned in about three 
feet directly in front of where Bobby was sitting and 
sat down facing him. "I want you to stand up for a 
minute," she said.

Bobby arose with difficulty, his hands being bound 
behind him. When he finally got up, Norma reached up 
with both hands and slowly lowered his undershorts down 
over his hips, pulling the front way out and over his 
massive erection which was now sticking straight out not 
more than a couple of inches from her lips. 

For a second she considered just giving in and almost 
opened her mouth to take his cock, but again restrained 
herself. Suddenly the undershorts were down around his 
ankles and his mother ordered him to again sit which he 
did.

"Spread your legs wide apart, Bobby. I want to see that 
magnificent hard penis of yours. God, it's so big!" As 
she looked at it, she could see that it would twitch and 
throb every second or so and wondered whether Bobby was 
on the verge of cumming.

Looking up at him finally and seeing that she had his 
attention she put the forefinger of her right hand in 
her mouth and began to suck on it. Getting her finger 
good and wet she then cupped her right breast in her 
left hand and squeezed the areola, making the nipple jut 
out. Then she began to stroke the nipple, inundating it 
with her saliva covered finger.

"This is how I usually start out masturbating, Bobby. I 
get myself good and hot by playing with my tits and 
nipples. They're so sensitive," she moaned and she 
continued fondling her breasts while her son gawked at 
her.

"Then, when my pussy is good and wet I still play with 
my nipple and start to stroke my cunt lips." Now Norma
put action to her words and released her breast and 
lowered her left hand to her groin and insert two 
fingers in the massive dark jungle. 

As Bobby looked down he could now make out through her 
pubic hair two plainly swollen lips, shiny and pink. 
Nested between them and protruding downward was what 
appeared to be a very small but distinct penis-like 
projection. 

But his mother didn't touch that part of her, running 
her fingers all around it and finally diving one finger 
up and inside her fuck canal. When she withdrew it, 
Bobby could see that the finger was coated with a clear 
slimy liquid which she then used to coat her clit.

Still fingering her nipple she now began in earnest to 
stroke the area around her clit in a slow but steady 
circular motion, saying, "God, that feels so good. Can't 
take much more of that though. I'll cum in a second." So 
she stopped.

Bobby was disappointed until he saw Norma lean toward 
the nightstand and retrieve the cucumber. Holy shit! her 
thought to himself, she's actually going to use it. And 
she doesn't even look scared?

Norma then stood up and moved to the side of the ottoman 
and said, "Now for the main event, huh." She put one 
high-heeled foot on the ottoman and spread her cunt lips 
apart with her fingers. With the cucumber in the other 
hand she moved the tip to the entrance to her cunt and 
started to twirl it. Then while still twirling it she 
began to slowly push it in and Bobby was flabbergasted 
to see it start to disappear into her. And she didn't 
even cry out, but just started to moan real loud. He 
couldn't believe it.

Bobby watched in total awe as his mother slowly worked 
the cucumber into her twat, twisting and turning, slowly 
in and out, bit by bit until almost the whole thing was 
up inside her.

"Are you enjoying this," she asked, not looking at him. 
"Does it arouse you to watch your mother fuck herself 
with this big fat cucumber?"

All Bobby could do was grunt, "Uhhhh."

Without sitting down, Norma turned and looked at her son 
and said, "Now for an added attraction," and she reached 
over and opened the drawer of the nightstand and reached 
inside. When she withdrew her hand Bobby could see her 
holding two plain ordinary clothespins and wondered for 
the life of him what she was going to do with them. Then 
she sat down again on the ottoman facing him with the 
cucumber still firmly embedded in her cunt.

"I can see from your expression that you're wondering 
about these clothespins. Well - the sensations aroused 
in my nipples and cunt by having them clamped on my 
nipples is absolutely exquisite, let me tell you. And 
since we're going all out today for your pleasure I've 
decided to give you the whole show."

Norma took a clothespin in one hand and spread the jaws 
open. Then with her other hand she pulled one of her 
nipples straight out and affixed the clothespin directly 
over it and let it close. The look on her face was 
almost one of agony and Bobby started to get a little 
concerned until she said, "Oh god, that hurts so good." 
Then she did the same with the other clothespin to her 
other nipple.

Bobby was now beside himself with lust, love and other 
mixed emotions he had never before experienced. He was 
painfully aware of the rigidness of his cock as it stuck 
up from between his thighs and throbbed under its own 
volition. Actually his whole groin was now throbbing, 
not only his cock, but his stomach muscles and his 
asshole as well. It felt like he was going to cum any 
second now and nothing was even touching him.

Norma was aware of his state and felt she had better 
hurry herself along or Bobby would blow his load before 
she finished. With the cucumber in her cunt and the 
clothespins clamped painfully to her nipples she once 
again stood up. Now she turned three-quarters sideways 
to Bobby so he could see her from both behind and part 
of her front. She bent over then and turning to look at 
his lust crazed face said, "And now for the best part."

With one hand holding the cucumber in place she put the 
middle finger of her free hand in her mouth and began to 
suck and lick it while she continued to stare into her 
son's eyes. Bobby couldn't believe it when she removed 
the finger, loaded with spit, and moved it around behind 
her to the region of her ass.

"Well, want to know what's next," she panted.

Bobby could only nod his head in assent as his mother 
replied, "Now I'm going to jack off my asshole, Bobby. 
I'm going to stick my finger in my rectum and finger 
fuck my ass till I cum." And she did just that.

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 after-spasms of orgasm continued to course 
through both of them.

Continued in part 5...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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