Chapter 9

Having barely gotten hidden in the kitchen and witnessed Mrs. Bishop's hasty retreat out the back door, Bobby wasn't sure what to do. Then he heard his mother's footsteps at the top of the stairs as she entered the hallway. Luckily for him she headed to the living room. When he was sure she wasn't moving around, he very cautiously went to the back door and then opened and closed it loudly as if he had just come home. Then he turned on the kitchen lights and went directly to the refrigerator and opened it as he usually did every time he came home. Typical teenager, he thought to himself.

Just as he closed the fridge door without having taken anything he heard his mother call from the living room, "Bobby, is that you?"

"Yeah, mom, I'm home," and he turned and headed for the living room.

There sat his mother on the sofa. When she saw him she asked, "Hey, you're home real early. What happened?"

"Uh, Ariel got sick just as we got to the theater and wanted to go home. Uh, woman problems - you know."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Kinda spoiled your evening, huh?"

"Naw, not really. I'd rather be home with you anyway."

"Oh Bobby, you're so sweet."

Bobby couldn't take his eyes off Norma. He'd never seen her so alluring before. As he sat at the opposite end of the couch from her he could plainly see her big dark nipples and areolae through the sheer material of her blouse. Noticing where his attention was directed Norma remarked, "It's a nice outfit, don't you think?"

"Uh, yeah mom, real nice. How come you're dressed up like that?"

"Oh, no real reason," Norma teased, "I just felt like it. And I knew you'd like it too, huh. " Bobby just let it go although he was strongly tempted to pursue the issue. He was still feeling the pangs of jealousy. As these thoughts crossed his mind he got a strange look in his eye. Norma caught it almost instantly and said, "What's the matter, son? Something wrong?"

Bobby hesitated a second, but then, to change the topic he said, "Mom. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, darling. What is it?"

"Well, I know you said we can never touch each other, uh, you know, sexually. But do you think it would be alright if I kissed you? I really want to kiss you, mom."

Norma considered this for a moment and said, "Wellll. I'm not sure it's a good idea, but I do know that you sure deserve something more than I've been giving you so far. Did you lock the back door when you came in?"

"Oh heck! No, I didn't. I'll do it right now," and he immediately got up and went to do it. Then he heard Norma call "While you're out there would you get the bottle of wine out of the fridge? And bring a glass, too. Bring two glasses if you want some. And turn off the kitchen light when you come back. " While he was fetching the wine and glasses Bobby came to the decision that he would not bring up the incident in the den this evening. It would just ruin things for him if his mother found out that he knew all about what went on down in the den even if he hadn't seen anything. He especially wasn't going to bring up the business about Mrs. Bishop sucking her off. He was sure she didn't want him knowing about something like that!

In a minute, Bobby returned with the wine bottle and two glasses. He unscrewed the cap on the cheap wine and poured both of them a glass, handing his mother hers before retaking his seat on the sofa. Norma then raised her glass to him and said, "Here's to us and a happy few days together."

Without saying anything, Bobby raised his glass to Norma and took a healthy swig. Norma keep the glass to her mouth and sipped from it, sensing her son's nervousness, but she didn't say anything. Bobby was silent also and didn't seem to know what to say or do, so Norma finally broke the deadlock with, "I thought you wanted to kiss me, dear?"

"I do, mom," he said timidly.

"Well. You can't do that from over there very well, can you?"

"I guess not," he answered, but still didn't make a move to get closer.

"Bobby. Why don't you come and sit over here next to me. That way, when you get up the courage, you'll be in a position to kiss me before you lose your nerve," Norma said, teasingly. "Is there something the matter?"

Bobby slid over the cushions and came to rest next to Norma, sitting squarely forward, but close enough that their thighs were just barely touching. He could feel the heat from that contact and he could also now smell the aroma of sex from her body intermixed with her normal smell as well as a trace of her perfume. The combination was intoxicating and made him ever so slightly lightheaded.

"No, nothing's the matter. It's just that I'm really nervous now that I'm alone with you."

"We've been alone before, love. As a matter of fact, if memory serves me right you even jacked off in front of me a couple of times. And now your nervous? About sitting here with your mother?"

"Well, you know. I mean, I've never kissed you before. You know, not in that way."

"What way, darling?" Norma continued to bait him.

"You know."

"No, Bobby, I don't know. But why don't you show me instead of just talking about it, OK?"

"Can I really, mom?"

"Sure, if that's what you really want. I told you you could, didn't I?" Norma's voice was getting slightly gravelly now as she began to feel aroused from the game she was playing with her son and the thought of what was about to happen.

"Well, yeah," Bobby answered, turning toward Norma and looking at her wide mouth with its full lipstick-red lips that arched so sexily. The thought passed through his mind at that point that he had never before noticed just how sexy her mouth was and he said, "Gee, mom, you've got a really sexy mouth, you know that?"

"All the better to kiss you with, my dear," she joked, but it was only half a joke and Bobby didn't miss the implied invitation as he leaned forward impetuously and mashed his own mouth against Norma's, taking her by surprise. She let the contact remain for a couple of seconds before pulling away and saying, "Whoaa. Take it easy. I hope you don't kiss your girlfriends that way; you might knock out a few teeth," and she chuckled at her own humor. Bobby, however, didn't think it was funny and felt embarrassment from his mother's criticism.

Deciding on a gentler manner Norma said, "Why don't I kiss you instead, OK. That way you can get an idea from me how I want you to kiss me. Would that be alright?"

"Sure, I guess. You've had a lot more experience at it than I have."

Norma set down her wine glass and took Bobby's as well and put it on the coffee table. Then she bade him settle back and enjoy as she adjusted her body up against his side, mashing her pointed breasts into his arm. Not knowing what to do with his shaking hands he just put them in his lap. Reaching up, his mother put both her hands on each side of his head and leaned forward, just brushing his lips with hers with the lightest of touches as she looked directly into his eyes.

"Keep your eyes open, Bobby. There's nothing sexier in the whole world than open-eye, open-mouth kissing," she breathed against his closed mouth. Next she slid the tip of her tongue out and began to lightly lick his lips all around ever so gradually applying pressure until her tongue found its way up against his teeth. Getting the hint, Bobby opened his mouth slightly, but Norma continued to snake her tongue around his outer mouth, between his lips and gums, back and forth from one side to the other. At last she put her tongue between his teeth and sought out his tongue. When contact was made their two tongues began a slow dance, twining and twisting wetly around each other in Bobby's mouth. Eventually, he got up a little nerve and moved his tongue around his mother's and slid alongside it until he was in her mouth. She pulled her tongue back and the dance continued in her mouth.

When she pulled away a couple of minutes later she could see from her son's expression and the feel of his hot breath as he panted in her face that he was very aroused. Again she bent forward and, licking her lips first, making them lusciously wet, she placed them, slightly parted against his and without any tongue action began to slide them around and back and forth. When he tried to reciprocate, Norma mumbled an "uhn, uhn," and continued her motions, letting her lips, now swollen from her own excitement, go slack so that they felt rubbery and somehow lewd to him.

Norma then surprised Bobby by beginning to lick his lips, then increasing the area she was licking to include his chin and cheeks and forehead and finally his nose where she even stuck the tip of her tongue inside. As she was doing this, an overwhelming feeling of tenderness intermingled with lust overcame Bobby and he whispered hoarsely, "Oh mom, I love you so much."