Mom & Son Get it Done
were they clear of the town than
Norma said, "OK Bobby, if you want to do it, go ahead."
     
    Bobby reached into his pants again and had an
easier time of getting his cock out this time because he was now
only half hard even though he noticed that his mother had made sure
that when she got in the car her skirt was all the way up on her
thighs to where he could make out the swell of her pubis under her
pantyhose.
     
    "My legs don't turn you on anymore," Norma
mock pouted when she noticed his condition.
     
    "No. It's not that. I was just thinking that
I have to play a game tonight and maybe I shouldn't do it. The
coach said that sex was bad for us 24 hours before a game."
     
    Norma didn't know what to say to that, but
she didn't want to let this opportunity go to waste. Thinking fast
she reached up with one hand and opened her suitcoat wide. Then she
began unbuttoning her blouse. When it was open she then took the
front clasp of her bra in her fingers and pushed it together until
it too was open. As she pulled each cup of the bra to the side and
exposed her breasts to her son's view the draft from the half open
car windows created a chill on her and her nipples became instantly
erect.
     
    Bobby's eyes took this all in and his cock
sprang to life again.
     
    Norma glanced quickly over at him and seeing
her actions had the desired result she remarked, "That ought to
help, huh?"
     
    "Oh, god, mom," Bobby moaned as his hand went
to his stiff cock and he began to jack it.
     
    "Does it feel good, Bobby? Does it, huh?" she
asked in a sultry voice. And before he could answer she went on, "I
just love to watch you play with yourself. I haven't had a chance
to really tell you how much I enjoyed our little session last time.
Did you like it too?"
     
    "I can't talk, mom. The sight of those hard
nipples and your big beautiful legs is... oh shit, here it comes...
ohhhh... unghhhh..." and Bobby's cock once more let loose a torrent
of semen which flew all over the place. When the spasms passed he
just flopped back against the door and closed his eyes.
     
    To Norma's disappointment she had missed most
of the action but she was aware of one thing. "Uh, dear, you forgot
to use the Kleenex"
     
    "Oh hell, I'm sorry," he rejoined and roused
himself out of his post orgasmic lethargy. He picked up the Kleenex
and starting haphazardly swiping and the tracks he'd left. When he
got all he could see he then cleaned himself off and was about to
ditch the soaked tissue out the car window when his mother said,
"No, don't do that. That's littering. Here, give it to me."
     
    "But it soaking wet, mom," Bobby
protested.
     
    "It's OK. Just give it to me."
     
    He gently laid the cum soaked Kleenex in his
mother's outstretched hand. To his amazement, she took the tissue
and began to rub her full lips with it, leaving a viscous outer
coating of his come over her lipstick after which she proceeded to
snake her tongue out and lick it off. She then put the tissue once
more to her mouth and began to suck on it and said, "Hmmmmmm, you
taste really good, darling." It may have been a mistake she
thought, but she just couldn't help herself.
     
    Bobby continued to stare in disbelief at what
his mother had done and it had such a stunningly erotic effect on
him that he began to get hard again. But then he noticed his mother
trying to get herself straightened up as they were getting close to
home so he tucked himself back in and zipped his pants. Seeing
Norma was having a hard time driving and dressing he offered his
help.
     
    Norma said, "Sure, I'd appreciate it if you
could get me buttoned up - that is, without copping a feel. Think
you can do that, sport?"
     
    "I'll try," he said, as he moved closer to
her.
     
    "The bra clasps in the front, OK. That's it,
just hook it together. Good. Now just button my blouse."
     
    Bobby was indeed tempted to try and touch his
mother. He was so close to her that he could smell her excitement
mixed in with her perfume. He

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