Chapter 4

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 oclock 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 tossled 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 cucmber?! 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 oclock. 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 proceded 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 imagained, he saw his mother completely covered from head to toe in her long plaited bathrob. 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 quizically.

"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.