Chapter 3

Friday afternoon rolled around again: one week to the day following the "incident" with his mother and Bobby was sitting home alone trying to figure out how to approach her. He was dying for another encounter, but fearful of pushing the issue because he didn't want to spoil the possibility that it could happen again. His girlfriend, Ariel, had just called and he had committed, at her insistence and against his wishes, to a double date for the evening. That would mean that they would probably go to a movie and then get something to eat afterwards. Another couple along meant that he wouldn't even get any time alone with Ariel, even if he wanted to be alone with her - at the present time his focus was solely on his mother. Not a chance of getting home before eleven o'clock either. It wouldn't matter anyway, he thought, because his father would be there. He wasn't looking forward to another long weekend of being at home with his mother while having his father always hanging around.

As he sat at his desk trying to do some homework the phone rang. When he picked it up his heart skipped a beat. It was his mother. She asked what his plans were for the evening and when he told her, it sounded to him like he had just stuck a knife in a car tire. Gosh, she really sounds disappointed. Maybe she's thinking about me the way I'm thinking about her. She then dropped the big bomb: dad's going to be out of town the whole weekend. Bobby immediately suggested that he could call up Ariel and cancel his date, but Norma told him not to. She said that it's important for him to maintain contact with his friends and they sure didn't want any of them thinking anything was wrong. He reluctantly agreed. She then told him cryptically that they will have all weekend to be together and the sound of her voice saying that made Bobby lightheaded.

All through getting cleaned up for his date and the date itself, the only thing he could think of was Norma. He couldn't wait to get home, no matter how late it was. And when he finally did get home at 11:30, he discovered a note from his mother saying that she had to stay overnight and baby-sit for his aunt while she and her husband attended an out-of town banquet, but that she would be home tomorrow. That was it, although she did sign the note, "Love, your mother. " That's the way she signed all her notes to him, but now it took on special meaning. Well, he would just have to be patient and wait so he headed upstairs to go to bed.

Once in his bedroom he turned on the bedstand lamp and got out of his clothes. Reaching under the pillow for his pajamas where he normally kept them he felt something strange. Lifting the pillow he discovered what looked like a frilly black piece of cloth, a single business envelope and a tube of K-Y jelly all wrapped up in his pajamas. Picking up the cloth object by one corner he was stunned to find that it looked like one of his mother's bras and he couldn't figure out how it got there of all places. Just the look and feel of it brought back the vision of his mother sitting on the edge of the bathtub across from him, topless, while he masturbated. He pulled the bra right up to his face and he ccould faintly smell his mother's perfume on it. Suddenly he felt the tension in his groin at the thought of his mother's beautiful breasts encased in the flimsy bra and he considered the combination of the bra and the tube of lubricant. His mother must have left it there when she came home earlier in the evening. In his excitement he almost forgot about the envelope which he then picked up. It wasn't sealed, but he still had trouble getting the flap open and the contents out because his hands were trembling so badly.

What was inside caused his cock to harden to maximum in an instant. Wrapped in a sheet of note paper was another picture of his mother, one he hadn't seen before, but obviously from the same series that she had let him look at previously. This one was a sideways shot of her as she sat on the edge of the bed with one foot on the floor and one foot on the bed with her legs bent at the knee. The same black dildo was protruding from her cunt, but this time both hands were cupped under her breasts, holding them out, seeming to offer them to him as she stared lustfully at him from the photo. Bobby was once more amazed at the size of the areolae and nipples on his mother's small breasts. In the dirty magazines all of the nipples in the pictures were either tan or pink in color, but the color of his mother's nipples was almost black matching her hair and adding to her aura of uniqueness. And they were so long and thick. It made his cock jump just to look at them.

He was so taken by the combination of the picture, the jelly, and the bra that he almost disregarded the piece of stationery the picture was wrapped in until out of the corner of his eye he noticed it had writing on it. Reading it now caused him even further excitement. It was from his mother and read:

Dearest Bobby,

I'm so sorry that we haven't had a chance to talk since

last Friday. It's my fault. I've wanted so badly to discuss

with you what happened. Please don't think I have been

avoiding you but I feel that this must be kept very discreet

as I'm sure you're aware. Since your father will be gone

for the entire weekend we will have plenty of time then.

I know you've probably been thinking about this a lot and

I haven't intentionally wished to make you suffer alone.

I'm sorry too that I wasn't able to be here tonight so I

hope the little surprise I've left you will keep you happy

until we can see each other tomorrow.

If my guess is right, you're probably thinking a lot about

the promise I made you. I've been thinking a lot about it

too. I fully intend to keep my word and go through with

it. Just please be patient - the time will come - soon.

About my little surprise. I know when you see what I left

it will be pretty evident what I intend for you to do. I

don't want you to suffer through the night thinking about

me. I'm going to be thinking about you too. But before you

do anything (you know what I mean) I want you to wait for

my phone call. I'll call about midnight when everything

here is quiet. Please wait, OK? Talk to you then, dear.

Love ya,

Your mother

P. S. Please, please tear this note up as soon as

you've read it and flush it down the toilet. I

would just die if it ever fell into the wrong

hands.

Bobby couldn't believe it. He was beside himself with joy. His mother hadn't forgotten him after all.

Although excited, Bobby was level headed enough to take heed of his mother's warning about destroying her note. He wanted to save it and savor it, but he knew that might be dangerous. Therefore, he reread it again and again and then headed for the bathroom where he ripped it to pieces and dropped it into the toilet. He flushed twice just to make sure it was completely gone and then went to his mother's room to fetch her cordless phone; he wanted to be in his own room when she called.

No sooner had he returned to the room than the phone rang. Looking quickly at the his bedside clock he saw that it was exactly midnight. With trembling hand he activated the ringing handset and muttered, "Hello!"

"Hi, Bobby. Everything OK?" his mother asked cheerfully.

"Sure, mom. everything's fine."

"Did you get the surprise I left for you?"

"Uh, you mean the uh, the stuff under my pillow."

"That's right, dear. The K-Y jelly and the envelope with the picture and the note.? Oh yeah, and my bra?"

"Yeah, mom. I got it all."

"Did you do away with the note, I hope, like I said?" Norma inquired.

"Yes, ma'am, I did."

Sensing that maybe something wasn't quite right Norma asked, "Are you by yourself, Bobby? You sound strange."