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else like that in the world, dear."
     
    "Mom...?"
     
    "Yes, darling?"
     
    "Can I ask you something else?"
     
    "Sure... what is it?"
     
    "Uh... oh gosh, I don't know how to say
this..."
     
    "Well - just ask dear."
     
    "Well, I... uh... would it be OK if... uh,
sometime when we're... uh, doing it... if I... would you let me...
would you let me squirt off on your tits?"
     
    There - he said it. He'd been thinking about
sperming her tits all week long and the answer he got back was not
what he feared, but what he had hoped his mother would say: "Ohhhh,
Bobby. I'd love to have you cum on my breasts. I'd just love to
watch all that jism squirt out of your lovely hard prick onto my
tits. Of course you can."
     
    Bobby was so excited now that he couldn't
hold back and he almost shouted, "God, mommmmm - I'm gonna cum -
right now!"
     
    "Me too, lover. Here I cum. Oh, christ, here
it cums. It's cumming, darling. Oh, god, I'm cumming all over my
hand."
     
    "Jeez, mom. Me too. It's squirting all over
the place. Ooops, I even got some in my face. Ohhhhh."
     
    Both Bobby and his mother continued to frig
themselves through their climax not saying anything but listening
to each others labored breathing. When it was finally over Norma
was the first to speak.
     
    "You still there, Bobby?"
     
    "Yeah, mom. I'm still here. How 'bout you?"
And they both laughed.
     
    "OK, dear. I want you to go to bed now and
rest up for tomorrow. I'll be home sometime in the morning. As
quick as I can get there. Sweet dreams, darling."
     
    "Bye, mom."
     
     

Part 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 o’clock 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