Chapter 3

Friday afternoon rolled around again: one week to the day following the incident with his mother. Bobby was sitting home alone, trying to figure out how to approach her. He was dying for another encounter, but fearful of pushing the issue because he didn’t want to spoil the possibility that it could happen again.

His girlfriend, Ariel, had just called, and he had committed, at her insistence and against his wishes, to a double date for the evening. That would mean that they would probably go to a movie and then get something to eat afterwards. Another couple along meant that he wouldn’t even get any time alone with Ariel, even if he wanted to be alone with her - at the present time, his focus was solely on his mother.

Not a chance of getting home before eleven o’clock either. It wouldn’t matter anyway, he thought, because his father would be there. He wasn’t looking forward to another long weekend of being at home with his mother while having his father always hanging around.

As he sat at his desk trying to do some homework, the phone rang. When he picked it up, his heart skipped a beat. It was his mother. She asked what his plans were for the evening, and when he told her, it sounded to him like he had just stuck a knife in a car tire. Gosh, she really sounds disappointed. Maybe she’s thinking about me the way I’m thinking about her. She then dropped the big bomb: Dad’s going to be out of town the whole weekend.

Bobby immediately suggested that he could call up Ariel and cancel his date, but Norma told him not to. She said that it’s important for him to maintain contact with his friends, and they sure didn’t want any of them thinking anything was wrong. He reluctantly agreed. She then told him cryptically that they will have all weekend to be together, and the sound of her voice saying that makes Bobby lightheaded.

All through getting cleaned up for his date and the date itself, the only thing he could think of was Norma. He couldn’t wait to get home, no matter how late it was. And when he finally did get home at 11:30, he discovered a note from his mother saying that she had to stay overnight and babysit for his aunt while she and her husband attended an out-of-town banquet, but that she would be home tomorrow. That was it, although she did sign the note, “Love, your mother.” That’s the way she signed all her notes to him, but now it took on special meaning. Well, he would just have to be patient and wait, so he headed upstairs to go to bed.

Once in his bedroom, he turned on the bedside lamp and got out of his clothes. Reaching under the pillow for his pajamas, where he normally kept them, he felt something strange. Lifting the pillow, he discovered what looked like a frilly black piece of cloth, a single business envelope, and a tube of K-Y jelly all wrapped up in his pajamas.

Picking up the cloth object by one corner, he was stunned to find that it looked like one of his mother’s bras, and he couldn’t figure out how it got there of all places. Just the look and feel of it brought back the vision of his mother sitting on the edge of the bathtub across from him, topless, while he masturbated. He pulled the bra right up to his face, and he can faintly smell his mother’s perfume on it.

Suddenly, he feels the tension in his groin at the thought of his mother’s beautiful breasts encased in the flimsy bra, and he considers the combination of the bra and the tube of lubricant. His mother must have left it there when she came home earlier in the evening. In his excitement, he almost forgot about the envelope, which he had not picked up. It wasn’t sealed, but he still had trouble getting the flap open and the contents out because his hands were trembling so badly.

What was inside caused his cock to harden to its maximum in an instant. Wrapped in a sheet of notepaper was another picture of his mother, one he hadn’t seen before, but obviously from the same series that she had let him look at previously.