Chapter 1

Bobby sat on the commode in the plush upstairs bathroom with a thin, well-worn magazine of grainy photographs of nude women in his left hand and his K-Y jelly-lubricated erection in his right. As he stared at a waist-to-head picture of a particularly sexy brunette with medium sized breasts he slid his jelly-slick hand slowly up and down his hard penis while trying to imagine what it would be like to have this woman sitting live across from him watching him jacking off instead of just staring back at him lifelessly from a piece of paper. Nonetheless, as he stroked himself that good sensation in his groin continued to build. It wouldn't be long now before his cock would spew out that marvelous white jism onto the face of this woman who turned him on so much with her sexy sneer. Although it would ruin another couple of pages of the magazine, Bobby just couldn't seem to help himself; it gave him such a thrill to come on the faces of the women who turned him on.

Today was unusual in that the basketball coach had called off the normal after-school practice and Bobby was able to go home early. He had planned to use the time to catch up on his homework, but when he got home he hadn't seen his mother's car in the driveway and figured she must have stayed late at work. Thinking he had the house to himself, he hurried to the upstairs bathroom to relieve himself of the tension that had been building in him because of two incidents earlier in the day.

The first had happened while he was getting dressed for school. He had been passing down the hallway on his way to the bathroom when he happened to glance through the half-opened door of his parents' bedroom and caught a glimpse of his mother, Norma, clad in only bra and panties as she got dressed for work. Although the glance was only fleeting it was enough to set him on edge. Norma was a tall, statuesque woman whose most striking features were her long, wavy black hair which cascaded down her back almost to her waist and her equally long full legs. From the time Bobby began to develop sexually he had been attracted to her and her beautiful legs held a special fascination for him. From time to time he would masturbate while fantasizing what it would be like to be able to fondle and kiss his mother's legs. He was also extremely curious about her breasts, which appeared to be slightly on the small side. Try as he might, he had yet to see his mother's bare breasts and this just inflamed his imagination that much more.

The second incident occurred in biology class when Jenny Avarrito had tripped on her way past his desk and landed squarely in his lap. The fall had caught him unawares and as he grabbed her to keep her from sliding to the floor his hand had landed firmly on her beautiful full long tanned leg. From that moment on he hadn't been able to get the feel of her firm yet soft leg in his hand out of his mind.

So enraptured was he now in his erotic musings as he sat masturbating to the erotic vision of his mother alternating with the feel of Jenny's leg and the sexy tits and sneer on the face of the woman looking at him from the magazine that he was taken completely by surprise when the bathroom door suddenly opened and there stood his mother staring in amazement at him. She remained frozen in the doorway with one hand on the doorknob and the other on the jamb for what seemed an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, her gaze alternating up and down between his eyes and his crotch. Just as suddenly as she had appeared she whispered, "Excuse me, I'm sorry," and was gone, softly pulling the door closed behind her.

But it was too late. The damage had been done; he'd been caught! "God - what's going to happen now," he worried as his cock slowly began to deflate. His libido deflating as well, Bobby decided he had better get cleaned up and go try to do some homework - or something. And then he remembered that early that morning his mother had hastily told him on her way out the door to work that she was leaving work early to take the car to the garage for maintenance and that she would get a ride home from there. He realized then that she must have been home the entire time even though he hadn't seen or heard her. Maybe she had been taking a nap or something.

Just as he put the magazine on the floor and was ready to get a wash cloth to clean himself off he heard a soft rapping at the door. Then the door opened a crack and his mother stuck her head inside and said, "Is it all right if I come in, Bobby? Please let me come in."

"Gee, mom, I'll be out in just a second. Can you wait?"

"Bobby, I want to talk to you - right now," she said as the door opened wider and she entered. "Please let me come in."

When she was fully inside, she gently closed the door and turned toward her son who was still seated on the toilet with his pants around his ankles. Looking down on his upturned face she said, "I'm really sorry to disturb you, but I've been wanting to talk to you about this for quite some time now. Do you mind?"

"Talk about what, mom?"

"This. You know - you're doing this. Masturbating."

"Aw, gee, mom..."

"It's OK, Bobby. Look - I've been meaning to bring the subject up ever since I talked to your father about it, but he's such a wimp that he just shrugs it off and refuses to discuss it. I'm just a little concerned about you - I'm your mother, you know - and curious also. Can you and I just discuss it?"

"Can I, uh, get dressed first?" Bobby asked, feeling a little embarrassed sitting half naked in front of his mother even though his erection had subsided.

"Well... I thought maybe you'd like to, uh, finish what you'd started - before I so rudely interrupted you."

When her son didn't answer, she said softly, "It's OK. You can go ahead. I'd really like you to go ahead and finish it, Bobby."

"You mean finish doing it? Right NOW?" he queried, puzzled.

"Uh huh - if you wouldn't mind, dear."

"With YOU here?"

"Sure - if you wouldn't mind. I'd kind of like to watch you."

"You'd WHAT!" Bobby said in amazement.

"I'd like to watch you masturbate yourself, Bobby. " his mother said matter-of-factly.

"Aw, mom, it's bad enough you caught me without you making me do it in front of you," he said shamefacedly.

"I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to Bobby. But I really would like to watch you do it to yourself."

"Well - gosh, I don't know whether I could do that or not. I've never done it in front of someone before."

"I understand, darling. I guess it might be a little difficult to get yourself excited, given the circumstances - especially with your mother present. " With her hand his mother pointed toward the magazine lying on the floor and said, "But it's OK if you want to go ahead and look at those pictures - if you think it would help."

The reference to the magazine made Bobby blush again and he didn't know quite what to say. Norma, sensing her son's hesitation, bent down and picked up the magazine. Glancing at the picture that Bobby had been looking at earlier she handed it to him asking, "Is this the picture that you like to look at? Is she the one that turns you on? She's really got beautiful breasts, doesn't she?"

Reflexively, Bobby reached out with his hand and took the magazine from her, looking down at the picture. Totally confused by the situation, especially hearing his mother talk this way for the first time in his life, Bobby was at a loss as to how to act, but he felt thoroughly trapped with no way out.

"Well, maybe if you're not ready yet, we can talk a little, OK?" his mother asked.

"Sure, mom, OK."

"Would you answer a couple of questions for me?"

"If I can - sure. " Bobby responded hesitantly.

"I've known for some time that you've been doing it, dear. All the telltale signs are there. I want you to know that I think it's OK, though, and that it's normal and nothing to be ashamed of, OK?"

"Uh huh."

"Have you had sex with a girl yet? I mean real sex - where you have an orgasm?"

"No," Bobby answered softly, and then added, "not that I haven't wanted to."

"Naturally. When you masturbate, do you fantasize about Jenny or Ariel or any of your other girlfriends?"

"Yeah, sometimes."

"And what do you fantasize about them?"

"You know - what it would be like to be with them, touching them, that kind of stuff?"

"Uh huh, and would you like it if one of them jacked you off? I'm sorry, dear - you do know what jacking off is, don't you?"

"Sure. It's what I was doing - masturbating."

"Does it bother you, Bobby, when I talk dirty like that? You know, use dirty words like jacking off?"

Actually, it was somewhat titillating to hear his mother use that kind of language, but he only replied, "No ma'am, it doesn't bother me."

"And would you want one of your girlfriends to do it to you? Jack you off?"

"I guess. Yeah, but I don't think it would ever happen."

"And the other times? When you're not fantasizing about them you look at pictures?"

"Uh, huh," Bobby was starting to get even more nervous now, wondering whether his mother was going to ask him whether he thought about her while he was doing it. That was an area he wanted to avoid because from time to time he did think about her, wondering what her body looked like totally undressed. He could not ever remember seeing his mother totally naked although now and then he had glimpsed her in various states of undress as he had that morning. He was especially turned on by her legs which were long and full. Even though his mother was not big-breasted she had enough to make her blouses and sweaters stick out and he was curious about them and what they looked like, especially her nipples which seemed to poke out through her clothes all the time.

Sensing she was getting close to shaky territory, Norma pushed a little harder with her next question. "Is there anything else you think about besides your young girlfriends, Bobby?"

"Well... " and he hesitated a long guilty moment.

"How about me, Bobby. Have you ever thought about me while you masturbated?"

Norma could tell even before he opened his mouth that she had hit the mark. Bobby's face turned a few shades of darker red as he stammered, "Aw, mom..."

"It's OK, Bobby. I think it's natural for a boy your age to be curious about his mother - even sexually. Now tell me the truth - have you ever thought about me."