Chapter 2

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 watched 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 looked on; 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 o'clock. 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 aggressive 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.

When the work week began on Monday things had not changed. He still thought constantly of Norma and what had happened and began to wonder if it would ever develop any further. He sure wanted it to, but his mother gave no indication whatsoever of acknowledging the past event and nothing further seemed imminent. He couldn't get out of his mind that at one point his mother had seemed particularly turned on while watching him play with himself and had even told him that she too masturbated and had promised (did she actually promise??) that maybe one day she would let him watch her do it. Or was it really just a dream after all. Each time he came he fantasized what it would be like to squirt all that cum onto his mother's tits. He wondered if the time would ever come when she would let him sperm all over her breasts that way. And each time following his orgasm he would be overcome with shame at what his mind conjured up and vow to forget the whole matter (his mother seemed to have done so) and to never again jack off while thinking about her. It was no use, of course. In only a matter of hours he was back at it again and again and again.

At one point during the middle of the week he had taken out his sex magazines, but as he leafed through one of them he noticed that they no longer held the appeal they had had in the past. The lifeless pictures just didn't seem to do a thing for him anymore. What he really wanted, desired, was another encounter with his mother. He wanted it badly, but felt that if it were going to happen it would have to be initiated by her. He just didn't have the nerve to bring up the subject. Nor did he have the opportunity then.

When Friday rolled around again, he returned home from school hoping to find his mother alone. Today there had been basketball practice and it wasn't until four o'clock that he gotten home, but, to his immense disappointment, she wasn't there. He had hoped beyond hope that they could take up where they had left off the previous week. Deflated, he went to his room when the phone rang. He raced to the phone in the hallway hoping it was Norma, but it wasn't. It was Ariel instead wanting to know what time he was coming over for their date that evening.

Meanwhile, Norma had spent the entire week mulling over the incident with her son. Originally, she had meant only to discuss the issue of sex with him since his father would have no part of it. She simply had wanted to find out where he was and reassure him. But something had happened when she accidentally and unintentionally caught him masturbating that had awoken something deep and long-hidden inside her. When she had opened the door to the bathroom she had been caught unawares and she was immediately astonished at the size of her son's erect penis. She hadn't imagined that it could be so big. That was the beginning for her.

A couple of seconds later when the surprise had passed it dawned on her that her son was right in the middle of a masturbation session and, feeling guilty for having interrupted, she backed away. Even today, she couldn't figure out what came over her as she started down the hall away from the bathroom, but she felt the time was right to have that discussion with Bobby. When she reentered the bathroom and began talking to him and looking at him she was overcome with a lust she hadn't felt in years. She could only surmise that it must have lain dormant for ages, probably since her college days when she had been very sexually active - with both men and women.

As she had sat down on the edge of the tub and looked over at her son the thing she most wanted at that moment was to see him cum. She had an overpowering desire to watch him jack his oh-so-large penis to an orgasm; she could feel her whole cunt begin to swell with her rising arousal at the thought. So she embarked on the mission of saying and doing whatever was necessary to get that accomplished. As the discussion progressed and he seemed reluctant, naturally, to comply with her desires she wondered if it were within her power to excite him to the point where he would be compliant. It hadn't occurred to her just then that he might find her sexually arousing, but she knew that she possessed a single physical attribute that had made all of her previous sex partners mad with lust; and that was her fantastic nipples.

So she steered the conversation in that direction, trying to get him to talk about what turned him on. It was gratifying when he admitted that breasts were the major focus of his libido and that although she couldn't compare in the overall size department she was sure that he would be adequately aroused by her huge dark nipples. When by chance he admitted to having fantasized about her while masturbating she knew it was all over but for the shooting.