Mom & Son Get it Done

by Luke Lafferty

  “But what about the other end? What’s it for?”

  “Guess.” Norma said amused as she watched her son ponder the possibilities. When he at last seemed to have the riddle solved he blurted out, “Wow! Holy shit. You mean…”

  “That’s right, Bobby. It’s just what your imagination is telling you. Think you’ll like it? Huh?”

  “Hell yes!” he exclaimed, “let’s go.”

  “Not so quick, my love. Before we get down to business there’s something else we have to do first. Something we haven’t done in years, but I think you’ll like it as well.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Come on upstairs and I’ll show you.”

  Part 11

  When they got to the top of the stairs Norma said, “Dear, I want you to go into my bathroom and wait for me there, OK? And take your little surprise with you - we’ll need it - eventually.”

  If there had been any doubt in Bobby’s mind about his mother’s intentions, it was erased when he saw the lascivious look on her face. So he headed down the hall as Norma opened a large hall closet and began rummaging around. Bobby went through his mother’s bedroom into her bathroom and stood waiting there until she arrived a couple of minutes later with a wide flat box in her hand.

  “What have you got there?” he asked.

  “You’ll see. Here - give me our toy. We won’t need it just yet.”

  Bobby handed his mother the big double dildo and Norma set it and the box she was carrying on the sink counter and opened it. Inside, Bobby saw a red rubber water bottle and what looked like a long, thin hose curled up on top of it. Then he remembered from years back what it was and he started to get anxious.

  “Don’t tell me you’re going to, uh, do that to me again, he said, remembering how much he had hated what at one time had been a regular weekly ritual.

  “You mean, give you an enema? Well, darling, yes. I am going to give you an enema. For what I have planned I think this is quite appropriate. It’s really best if we clean you out first. It’ll make what happens afterward that much more pleasant. And believe me, this time around I think you’ll find this enema somewhat more pleasurable than the last time you had it. Trust me.”

  Norma took out the water bottle and turned the water in the sink on, letting it run until it was the right temperature. Putting the water bottle under the faucet she let it fill up as she turned to her son and told him to strip naked.

  Bobby hesitantly removed both his tee shirt and undershorts, but fear of what was about to happen had caused him to lose his erection. When the bottle was full to near bursting Norma retrieved a bottle of mineral oil from under the sink and added some to the water and attached the hose, making sure the clip was clamped shut. She then took the douche nozzle and affixed it to the other end of the hose and hung the whole contraption from the shower curtain rod next to the toilet. This done she stepped back and turned to Bobby who was still standing naked with a look of great doubt on face. Noticing that he had lost the arousal he had down in the kitchen and sensing he needed some encouragement she said, “Why don’t you just sit down on the toilet dear while I make myself ready for this,” and began unbuttoning her blouse. Bobby sat as instructed while Norma removed her blouse and undid her skirt and took it off as well.

  She now stood in front of her son in the half-cup long line bra and matching red panties, the nylons and the heels. As Bobby looked up at her she asked coyly, “Do you like the way I look, lover? Am I as sexy as those women in the magazines you look at when you masturbate? I feel so - so sexed up standing in front of you with my tits exposed. Can you see how swollen and hard my nipples are Bobby? Just like your cock. It makes me want to jack off my cunt having you look at me like this.”

  “Oh, yessss - you know I love the way you look, mom,” he answered.

  “Tell me. Isn’t it better looking at me when you jack off, rather than pictures? Even if I am your mother?”

  Bobby simply nodded, hypnotized by the sight of his mother’s breasts.

  “Still like my tits, don’t you - even if they aren’t very big?” she said as she reached up with both hands and began to play with her nipples, bringing them to erection.

  “Wanna know a little secret?” Norma asked conspiratorially

  Again Bobby just nodded, watching his mother fondle herself.

  “Promise you won’t tell anyone?” she half teased.

  Another nod and a barely audible, “uhn uhn.”

  “Well - after that first time in the bathroom I, uh, borrowed one of your magazines; the same one you were looking at that day. And I jacked off to the same picture you were looking at. That woman sure had nice big tits, didn’t she.”

  “You mean you…”

  “That’s right, darling. I like looking at pictures of naked women when I masturbate, too. Just like you do.”

  Bobby’s eyes were still glued to Norma’s breasts and it was just a matter of seconds before Norma noticed his prick was now standing almost straight up between his legs; a bead of pre-cum had leaked from the tip and was running down the underside of the rigid shaft. As she continued to pull on one nipple with one hand, she stuck the forefinger of her other hand in her mouth and sucked on it, making it wet. Then she reached the saliva laden finger down to Bobby’s lips and began to spread her spit on them as she said, “I understand it really turns men on - watching a woman play with her own breasts. Does that excite you Bobby? Do you like to watch me play with my tits, huh?”

  “Uh, yeah, it does, mom,” he said somewhat hoarsely as his mother’s moist finger caressed his lips and worked its way into his mouth to play with his tongue.

  “I also understand that men really get turned on watching a woman suck her own breasts, but mine are too small for that. Would that excite you if I could do that?”

  His mouth being otherwise occupied for the moment, Bobby could only nod his head slightly as he swallowed hard.

  “Well, I’m really sorry that I can’t do that for you, darling. The best I can do is to lick my nipple - I can’t actually suck it. Thank god I was blessed with a long tongue and big nipples, huh. I do this a lot when I masturbate by myself, you know,” Norma said removing her finger from her son’s mouth and using that hand to push her small tit upward, tilting the long fat nipple toward her mouth. Lowering her head and sticking out her tongue she first let a long stream of saliva drip from it until the nipple was completely soaked. Then she began to lick the nipple she was offering herself and the sight was driving Bobby crazy.

  “I see in some of your magazines that there’s some pictures of one woman sucking another woman’s tits. Do you think it would be exciting to watch another woman suck my breasts. Do you think that would turn you on?”

  Bobby couldn’t believe he was hearing this from his own mother, but then his mind turned to the previous evening’s activities in the den and he conjured up an image of Mrs. Bishop sucking on his mother’s nipples and the vision caused his cock to jump as he once again nodded his head.

  “Tell me, Bobby. Have you ever looked at those pictures of women sucking each other’s tits while you jacked off. Have you?” Norma said. She was now so aroused herself that she was finding it hard to talk.

  “Yeah, mom, I have. I think it’s really sexy. I’d really like to watch another woman suck your tits, too. Did you ever have that done to you?” he asked, wondering whether she would tell him about anything she had done with Mrs. Bishop.

  “Have what do to me, honey?”

  “You know, have another woman suck your nipples?”

  “Uh huh, yes I have. And I’ll tell you about it sometime if you’d like. But not now. Now it’s time for your enema. God, this has gotten me horny. Are you horny, love?”

  It took all her willpower, but Norma managed to stop fondling herself and reached for the hose hanging from the rubber bag. Holding the douche nozzle in one hand she stepped directly in front of Bobby and said, “Now open your legs wide, OK? And believe me, you’re really going
to like this.”

  Bobby did as he was told and spread his muscular thighs as wide as they would go. Norma inserted three fingers in her mouth and got them as wet as she could. Then she leaned forward and inserted her hand between her son’s thighs and under his buttocks being super careful to avoid having her arm come in contact with her son’s rampant prick. Norma began to feel around the crack of his ass and when she touched the taut muscle ring of his anus his body gave a sudden jerk. This brought his hard penis in contact with his mother’s forearm which caused him to jerk violently again.

  “My, my, you are sensitive back there, aren’t you, love. But please try and hold still. I don’t want to injure you with these long fingernails.”

  Bobby was now confounded by a number of different feelings and emotions, but he was most aware of his mother’s fingers gently pressuring his rectum. She worked there ever so slowly until she had gotten the entrance to his ass good and wet and the tip of her middle finger past the anal sphincter, but then she stopped to let him get accustomed to the feeling. Norma’s biggest fear at the moment was that he would be so sensitive that he would cum just as quickly as he had the previous evening when he was finger fucking himself back there. But he didn’t, although she could feel the muscles clenching her finger contracting and releasing. She felt the same contractions with her forearm which was now up against the side of his big hard-on towering almost straight up.

  “OK?” she asked softly and when he nodded she began to probe further up his ass, working her finger in and out while twisting it back and forth at the same time until she finally had most of her finger buried in his rectum. The feeling was exquisite to Bobby. He was tense, but that only added to his arousal as he felt her moving her finger around. The sight of her breasts hanging down from her bent over position, her face right next to his and the combined smell of her perfume and cunt were making him dizzy. God, how he wanted to reach out and touch those tits, but thought better of it.

  Then Norma withdrew her finger from him and took the douche nozzle from her other hand and began to insert it up his ass. It was actually smaller than her finger so he hardly felt it go in. When Norma had the nozzle positioned as far up his rectum as it would go she said, “I want you to hold this in with your hand, Bobby. Here - put your hand under you and take hold of it, OK?”

  Bobby reached under him with his right hand and took the juncture of the hose and nozzle from his mother’s grasp as Norma stood up and reached for the clamp. Norma undid the clip, but held the hose clamped with her fingers as she said, “Ok. I’m going to let a little of the enema go now. If you start to cramp up or it hurts just say so and I’ll stop.”

  She very slowly lessened the pressure of her fingers on the hose and Bobby began to feel the warm water enter his bowels. It was an amazing sensation and nothing like he had feared or remembered. Looking up at his mother standing above him, her turgid nipples jutting out from her huge dark aureola not a foot from his face he was even more surprised when Norma raised one of her legs and placed her high heel softly on his thigh, her long, full leg right in front of his face.

  “You never did get a chance to feel my legs last night did you? I think you said you wanted to, but you fell asleep first, huh? Well - why don’t you do it now, if you want to. Go ahead, feel up my leg,” Norma croaked, her voice cracking from her own arousal as she looked down at her son’s twitching prick.

  Bobby stared at the nylon sheathed leg right in front of him and said, “Are you sure it’s OK, mom? You won’t mind? Really?”

  “No, Bobby, I don’t mind. I know that’s what you want to do. And I want you to do it. Go on, feel my leg, son.”

  Bobby reached up with his left hand and hesitantly cupped the back of his mother’s large calf in his palm and began to slowly squeeze it. Then he started to run his hand up and down the back of her leg from ankle to knee and back again a number of times.

  “Does it feel good, Bobby. Do you like feeling my leg?”

  As the water continued to trickle into his insides the pressure was having an effect on Bobby’s libido and he was almost beside himself with passion. “Jesus, mom, yeah, it feels so good. I love this. I love feeling you up. Your legs are so beautiful. I’ve dreamed of this for so long…”

  “I know, love. I’ve wanted this for a long time, too. It feels so great having you feel up my legs.” After a short pause Norma said, “Would you like to kiss my leg, Bobby. Would you like to lick it with your tongue. Go ahead - do it. I want you to. Give my leg a tongue bath. Lick it all over. Make it good and wet for me.”

  As Bobby leaned forward and laid the flat of his tongue on the side of his mother’s leg, Norma noticed that the water bottle was almost empty and reset the clamp. As he began licking his mother’s calf he forgot about the enema nozzle stuck up his ass and let go of it so he could hold her leg with both hands as he kissed it.

  The reaction was immediate as his water bloated insides spasmed once. The douche nozzle was blown out of his asshole and a powerful jet of the enema shot out of his rectum. Remaining calm, Norma leaned over him and hit the flush lever on the toilet as another spasm released even more of the enema and then it came in a steady stream as her son was engrossed in feeling and kissing and licking her leg.

  When Bobby appeared to have evacuated all of the water, Norma removed her leg from his grasp and set her foot on the floor. “Now I want you to clean up, dear, and then come meet me in the bedroom.”

  As Norma moved back, Bobby stood up unsteadily, his immense prick waving in front of him and stepped into the shower. Norma left the bathroom as Bobby turned on the shower and closed the curtain. But it wasn’t two minutes later until Norma heard the water shut off and Bobby came into the bedroom toweling himself, his hard-on still sticking straight out from his crotch.

  When he saw his mother sitting on the edge of the bed, thighs spread wide, playing with her pussy he gave her a quizzical look to which she responded, “I’m just keeping it warm for you, darling. And no need to worry; even if I did cum, it wouldn’t make any difference right now. I can cum a dozen times to your once. But I’m glad to see you resisted jacking off in the shower; I don’t want you to cum yet. When you do I want you to sperm my tits with your hard penis, OK? Like you asked me if you could once? Remember?”

  The thought returned to Bobby and gave him a rush. He was about to drop the towel right there on the bedroom floor when his mother said, “Go put the towel back in the bathroom, dear, and fetch the gift I brought you; it’s time for another little surprise. And bring the K-Y jelly, too. It’s in the medicine cabinet above the sink.”

  Part 12

  When Bobby again entered his mother’s bedroom she was still seated on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide, masturbating. Seeing him she said, “Come over here and stand right in front of me, OK.”

  Bobby walked over and stood directly in front of Norma, his stiff prick pointing directly at her face. “Why don’t you set that stuff down for a minute.” He did as instructed and tossed the large double dildo and tube of K-Y jelly toward the head of the bed.

  “God, lover, your prick is huge. I can’t believe how big you are. You didn’t get it from your father, that’s for sure!” and she emitted a short burst of mirth at this. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m really going crazy. I never imagined giving you an enema could get me so aroused. It never did before. Before we go any further I’ve just got to jack myself off or I won’t be able to function. Be a good dear and just stand right where you are so I can look at that fucking sexy hard penis of yours while I cum, OK?”

  Bobby didn’t say anything, but put both hands on his hips and jutted his straining cock out toward his mother’s face. All she would have to do is lean forward just a little and she could take it in his mouth, Bobby thought and hoped. But Norma remained motionless except for the increasingly rapid movement of her hand in her pussy. Her face and upper chest were now blotched with red spots and her breathing had grown ragged as she masturbated her
cunt furiously while staring transfixed at her son’s hard-on.

  “Damn, I’m so fucking hot,” she said, “I just love having you watch me jack off as much as I enjoy watching you. It’s just so fucking lewd.”

  Looking down at her, Bobby wondered if his imagination were playing tricks on him; his mother’s nipples now appeared to be about twice their normal size. And then he saw what had in fact happened. In her excitement the aureola had puckered up and pushed her nipples even further out than normal, becoming the back part of the nipple itself and swelling outward. He was fascinated by this transformation, but didn’t have long to study it.

  In less than a minute Norma’s legs suddenly came together trapping her vibrating hand between her thighs. Her body went rigid as the peak of her orgasm slammed into her and she grunted loudly as each spasm came and went until she was finished and flopped back on the bed, arms widespread. Bobby fell to the bed on his knees beside her and leaned down to gently kiss her mouth saying, “Gosh, mom, that was powerful. Are you OK?”

  “Oh, Bobby, yesss - it was so good. I needed that. Thank you, son, for being so patient,” Norma said, grasping for breath. “Give me just a minute to recover and it’ll be your turn.”

  At that point the thing Bobby wanted to do most was just lie down full length right on top of his mother and stick his big dick up her drenched cunt. The desire was almost overpowering in its intensity and it would be so easy to do. So before he made that mistake he pushed himself up to his knees and back onto his feet at the side of the bed. He knew the rules and didn’t want to get his mother angry at him and ruin whatever she had in store next. He was learning quickly that Norma was a master of the erotic and whatever her next surprise was, it would be worth denying himself the risk of an impetuous moment.

  Looking at his mother’s breasts, which in her present position made them flatten out and appear that she didn’t have any breasts at all, he saw that the nipples had returned to their normal state and the large aureola had once again reappeared. It crossed his mind just then how amazing it was that women could be so much alike, yet so different. He thought of Mrs. Bishop’s large swelling breasts and puffy, pink aureola and contrasted them in his mind with his mother’s and wondered if Mrs. Bishop’s nipples reacted the same way when she excited. The answer evaded him, but another question took its place and found voice as he said, “Mom, would you tell me now, like you said you would, about another woman sucking your breasts? I’d really like to hear about it.”