Mom & Son Get it Done

by Luke Lafferty

  “And what are you going to do? Tell me what you’re going to do while you look at my bare tits, Bobby.”

  Bobby then went almost catatonic as his mother reached behind her to unclasp her bra. His eyes bugged out as the back of the bra fell open, but his mother kept the bra against her bosom with one of her forearms saying, “Come on, Bobby, tell me what you’re going to do while you look at my tits - or I won’t show them to you.”

  Bobby was so excited at this point that he could hardly talk. He was almost goggle-eyed as he stared across at his mother’s bosom, but he managed to get out, “Uh, well - I’m going to jack off, mom. I’m going to masturbate while I look at your beautiful tits.”

  “And are you going to cum, dear?”

  “Oh yes, ma’am. Yes - I’m going to cum.”

  “That’s just what I wanted to hear, Bobby. I want you to cum. I want you to cum real hard while you look at my tits and nipples,” Norma said as she then suddenly let her arm drop and the bra fell away from her chest exposing her two magnificent breasts to her son’e gaze. Bobby just sat and stared at his mother. Her tits were even more beautiful than they appeared in the photographs. They stuck straight out and now Bobby could see that the deep dark brown areolae had a pebbled textured and the nipples themselves were longer than they appeared in the pictures.

  “Nice, huh, Bobby?” his mother said teasingly. “Doesn’t the sight of my bare tits and nipples really make you want to jack your cock?”

  Bobby couldn’t seem to move. He was mesmerized as he sat, his one hand holding his rock hard prick in a near death grip.

  He didn’t actually need to move, though, because when his mother said, “My nipples get even longer and fatter when I play with them,” and reached both hands up and began to pull, twist and tug at the already turgid nipples, Bobby had a spontaneous orgasm right on the spot.

  His rigid cock began to spew out jet after jet of thick white jism, the first couple of spurts traversing the short space between them and landing on his mother’s thighs, soaking into the fabric of her slacks.

  “Ohhh, Bobby, yessss!” Norma purred, “yes - oh, shoot out all that lovely cum, son. That’s right, jack your cock, honey. Make it spurt! Jack it off for me, dear!”

  Hearing his mother’s exhortations, Bobby then began to frig himself violently causing his cock to renew its spasms sending even more thick cum spewing forth covering his hand and his own thighs.

  As the orgasm began to lessen, Bobby’s mother reached over with her hand and gently stroked her son’s face and said, “That was really great. That must have been one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had. Now why don’t you clean yourself up and let’s have dinner. We can talk some more about this as we eat.

  Norma then quickly gathered her blouse and bra and gently disengaged the pictures from Bobby’s grip and departed the bathroom as he just lay back against the toilet seat, eyes scrunched closed, recovering and considering what just happened and what might happen in the future.

  Part 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 looked on 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 watched; 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 oclock. 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 agressive 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 hav
e 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 oclock that he got 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 not part of it. She simply had wanted to find out where he was and reasure him. But something had happened when she accidentally and untintentionally 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 occured 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.

  It was fortuitous that he had that girlie magazine there. It was a natural lead-in that occured to her spontaneously. She was up and gone like a shot to get the pictures that her next door neighbor and best friend Caroline had taken of her some time back. The reaction she expected was forthcoming when she finally let him look at the pictures of her. She knew then by the lust written all over his face and his swollen cock that he was hooked. At that point she was inflamed herself and was just barely holding herself in check.

  There was no doubt in her mind that she could never allow the situation to go so far between them that they wound up fucking, but she felt somewhat less guilty in the knowledge that maybe it would be OK for both of them to get off if there weren’t any actual contact between them. She wanted badly to get the situation to the point where it would seem logical for her to masturbate herself right there along with him. She even hinted at it by telling him that she too masturbated and that she might just let him watch her jack off sometime. “Wow, did I really say that to him,” she thought.

  But luck just wasn’t with her. Deep down inside, she wanted to exhibit herself to Bobby, to have him admire her body and thereby confirm her desirability. Because of this she went the extra step and instead of just allowing him to look at the pictures of her she had offered to bare her breasts for him right there to look at while he jacked off. It would then seem just natural if she took off the rest of her clothes which would allow her to begin masturbating herself, as she so badly wanted to do, without the situation seeming contrived. Sadly enough the sight of her naked tits was just too much for Bobby and he had blown his magnificent load almost immediately; the sensory overload had just been too much for his young mind.

  At that point some sense of sanity had intruded upon her and she realized that the situation was at a good breaking point. She knew, too, that she needed to consider very carefully where she was going, what she really wanted and what the risks were. So she broke the situation off right then feeling that it would be no problem to resume it when the time was right.

  Nonetheless, she was very aware of the squishy feeling between her legs as she departed the bathroom and headed for her bedroom. The temptation was great to just fling herself on the bed and jerk her hot throbbing cunt to an intense orgasm. But she decided to wait. For what, she wasn’t sure, but she just wanted to wait.

  Now for the problem of her husband. Jake was an asshole and for whatever reason she felt absolutely no guilt where he was concerned. He liked having his continuing affairs with the girls at the office and on the road; he spent about half his working time on the road servicing accounts (and probably a lot more, for that matter). For the last few years their sex life had been non-existent because his diddling on the outside left little room for her. As this developed she had considered initiating her own affairs, but decided it might just make what was a tolerable situation intolerable. No sense in ruining what was otherwise a very decent life. Instead, she confided in her best friend from next door, Caroline (who was having her own marital problems), and was very pleasantly surprised to discover something that she hadn’t had even an inkling of. The mutual sharing eventually led to the disclosure on Caroline’s part that she had, for a long time now, had a very strong desire for Norma, but hadn’t revealed it for fear of losing her friendship. Norma then shocked her with her own recounting of the numerous lesbian affairs she had had in college and made it very clear to Caroline that she was more than willing have sex with her if that is what she desired.

  It was the best of all possible worlds. They were both blissful as they sat naked side by side later that afternoon sipping cocktails following a long drawn out session of mutual deep tongue kissing, nipple sucking and frenching each others cunts to a number of orgasms. Norma was indeed delighted at Caroline’s obvious obsession with her big nipples and loved hearing her say over and over, “God, Norma, I can’t believe how big your nipples are, they’re so fucking sexy! I just can’t get enough of them!” They both agreed that everyone was coming out a winner. Norma wouldn’t have to start something with another man which might destroy her marriage. Caroline was now realizing a longtime fantasy about her close neighbor and Jake would be left in peace to do his thing.

  From then on, Norma made herself available to Caroline for her pleasure at regular intervals when their mutual situations allowed. This was usually once or twice a month and the experiences were always gratifying. Caroline was a skilled lover and never left Norma unsatisfied. If it continued this way forever Norma would be perfectly happy.

  At one point when Norma was going to take a vacation for a few days, Caroline had expressed that she would miss Norma terribly. Somehow the idea came about that they would take some photos of Norma - just for fun - so that she would have something to masturbate to while Norma was gone. And they did it one evening in Norma’s bedroom while both their husbands and families where off somewhere else. It had been great fun, especially since it was the first time that Norma had ever had an experience masturbating with a large dildo stuck firmly up he
r hungry cunt. When they developed the photos they both had a set of prints; they even turned Norma on so much that she had once masturbated while looking at the pictures of herself!

  On Wednesday following that fateful Friday afternoon, Norma had become so horny that she was almost beside herself. She needed to come badly just to relieve the incredible tension that built up fantasizing about her son, but for some unknown reason she just didn’t want to jerk herself off. She was tempted to throw caution to the winds and just get her son by himself and do whatever she wanted. But common sense prevailed and instead she went next door to see her friend Caroline, much to the other woman’s delight. The sex between the women that evening was short (out of necessity lest they arouse suspicions) but intense. Caroline couldn’t believe the ardor with which Norma tongued her off while simultaneously finger fucking her asshole with one hand and masturbating herself with the other, all at the same time. In the mellow come-down following their simultaneous orgasm Norma had been sorely tempted to tell Caroline all about Bobby and ask her advice, but she restrained herself.

  But this was a different deal now, her being involved with Bobby. She didn’t much care whether Jake found out about Caroline or not; she could always counter that with his own indiscretions. He might not take so kindly, however, to having his son being sexually involved with his mother. So she would have to find a way to keep this whole thing secret. In so doing she might have overreacted and became over cautious to the point of torturing her son. She was well aware of this, but felt the caution was justified. She promised herself that she would talk to Bobby the first real chance she got.

  And she wondered how her son was taking all of this after a week’s time. She had a good idea that it was constantly on his mind because he was always looking at her and giving her these long soulful looks which she couldn’t return.