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think after last night I could at least get some sleep,
but I woke up dreaming about you."
     
    "And were you excited?"
     
    "Yes."
     
    "And did you do it again. Did you jack off
again?"
     
    "That's the hard part. I felt so bad and just
wanted to forget it all, but I was - you know - hard again."
     
    "Uh huh. And what did you do."
     
    "Well, I decided I'd wait for you to get
home. And the worst part is, I hoped it would happen again."
     
    "Does that mean you want to do it some
more?"
     
    Bobby lowered his head and folded his hands
in his lap and muttered, "Uh huh."
     
    "Look at me, darling." When Bobby moved his
head and looked into his mother's eyes he became so filled with
lust and love that it almost took his breath away. "I know that
what we've done isn't exactly, uh, right, Norma continued on, but
I'm willing to go on doing it if we can both agree to a couple very
simple rules."
     
    "Rules?" Bobby asked
     
    "Right. I think everything will be OK if we
agree to two things, actually. First, there should never be any
touching. We should never touch each other. Everything will be
alright if we just watch one another, I think."
     
    When she hesitated, trying to gauge her son's
reaction he asked, "And... the second thing?"
     
    "I feel it would be best if we limited stuff
to once a week. And only when your father's away. Would that be OK
with you?"
     
    "Sure, I understand that. But does that mean
that we can just watch and that's all?"
     
    "Yes. I don't think we should get involved
any further than that, dear. It might lead to consequences neither
one of us wants."
     
    Bobby stayed thoughtfully silent, but she
could read the disappointment clearly written all over his
features. The frown on his face told the whole story and it tugged
at her emotions because she felt a strong sense of frustration
herself with the conditions she had just laid down.
     
    Finally Bobby looked up and said resignedly,
"I'll do whatever you want, mom. You've always known best and I
sure don't want anything to happen to you."
     
    "That's so sweet of you, darling. All in all,
I think it's best for us both. We'll see, though, won't we. Now -
how are you feeling just right now?"
     
    "OK. I can accept that."
     
    "No - that's not what I mean. I've been
thinking about you all night and all the way home in the car from
your Aunt's." Bobby now caught the sudden shift in his mother's
tone, but asked anyway, "What do you mean, mom?"
     
    "I mean, that I'm really horny, Bobby. And if
we weren't in this situation I would simply go upstairs and frig
myself off. But since you're here, would you like to discuss the
promise I made you last week and again last night?"
     
    Bobby's interest picked up immediately and he
said, "What's to discuss?"
     
    Seeing his eagerness, Norma said, "Whoa,
young stud - not so fast. I want to talk about this first, if it's
alright with you."
     
    "Uh, OK."
     
    "Tell me now what you think I promised
you."
     
    "Well, last week you kinda promised me that
sometime or other that you'd let me watch you do it."
     
    Norma was rapidly becoming excited again as
she could see the results of her offer causing Bobby's shorts to
begin tenting out and wanting to use the conversation to further
stimulate herself as a sort of verbal foreplay she decided to milk
it for all it was worth.
     
    "Watch me do what, Bobby?"
     
    "You know, mom. You said you'd let me watch
you masturbate," he said impatiently.
     
    "Uh huh. And..."
     
    "And what?" It was tough trying to get her
son into her little verbal game. It was plain that he just wanted
to get on with it. But Norma was not going to let him have control
of the situation.
     
    "And... I want to know if you still want to
do that. Do you still want to watch me jerk off?"
     
    "Of course I do!"
     
    "And when do you want us to do this."
     
    "Why not right now?"
     
    "Well, I'd need to get cleaned up first."
     
    "That's OK. I'll wait."
     
    "Now, how would you like this to happen.