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wait for my phone call. I'll call
about midnight when everything here is quiet. Please wait, OK? Talk
to you then, dear.
Love ya,
Your mother
P.S. Please, please tear this note up as soon
as you've read it and flush it down the toilet. I would just die if
it ever fell into the wrong hands.
Bobby couldn't believe it. He was beside
himself with joy. His mother hadn't forgotten him after all.
Although excited, Bobby was level headed
enough to take heed of his mother's warning about destroying her
note. He wanted to save it and savor it, but he knew that might be
dangerous. Therefore, he reread it again and again and then headed
for the bathroom where he ripped it to pieces and dropped it into
the toilet. He flushed twice just to make sure it was completely
gone and then went to his mother's room to fetch her cordless
phone; he wanted to be in his own room when she called.
No sooner had he returned to the room than
the phone rang. Looking quickly at the his bedside clock he saw
that it was exactly midnight. With trembling hand he activated the
ringing handset and muttered, "Hello!"
"Hi, Bobby. Everything OK?" his mother asked
cheerfully.
"Sure, mom. everything's fine."
"Did you get the surprise I left for
you?"
"Uh, you mean the uh, the stuff under my
pillow."
"That's right, dear. The K-Y jelly and the
envelope with the picture and the note.? Oh yeah, and my bra?"
"Yeah, mom. I got it all."
"Did you do away with the note, I hope, like
I said?" Norma inquired.
"Yes, ma'am, I did."
Sensing that maybe something wasn't quite
right Norma asked, "Are you by yourself, Bobby? You sound
strange."
"Yeah, mom. There's nobody here but me."
"Did you lock all the doors after you came
in? Are you sure you're OK?"
"All the doors are locked. I guess I sound
strange because I'm really nervous, mom."
"I understand son. Tell me, are you naked
right now? If not, I'd like you to get totally undressed, OK?"
"I'm already undressed. I was going to put on
my PJs when I found the stuff."
"Uh huh. Are you hard, Bobby? Is your penis
good and hard?"
The question took him by surprise following
so closely on the heels of the previous mundane dialog and he
hesitated for what seemed ages. Again, sensing her son's uneasiness
Norma said, "Why don't you take a close look at the picture I left
for you and tell me what you think. By the way, where are you right
now?"
"Well, I'm in my bedroom. I got your cordless
phone and I'm here sitting on my bed." There was a pause while
Bobby propped the picture up against the base of the nightstand
lamp. Then he said, "Gosh, that sure is a great picture."
"I thought you'd like it, Bobby. But you
never did answer my question: are you hard yet?"
Somewhat embarrassed, Bobby started to
answer, "Uh..."
"What I mean, is, do you have an erection
right now, dear? Do you have a hard-on from thinking about me,
about us. Does looking at that picture of me make you aroused?"
"It's one of the sexiest pictures I've ever
seen," he blurted out, meaning every word it.
"And you're a real expert with the pictures
as we both know," Norma couldn't resist saying playfully.
"Aww, mom..."
"I'm sorry, darling. Just kidding. I guess
you're real sensitive about that, huh? But it's OK. I like looking
at pictures too. As a matter of fact, I even once looked at those
pictures of myself while I was jerking off. What do you think of
that?"
"You did?" Bobby asked, incredulously.
"Uh huh, I did. Really. Sometimes when I do
it I look at myself in the mirror. I guess that sounds kind of
perverted, but I do. I get excited watching myself masturbate now
and then. Haven't you ever looked at yourself in the mirror while
you jacked off? Try it sometime."
Feeling a little guilty because he'd already
had that experience and had enjoyed it he nonetheless said, "Yeah,
I've done that before."
"You have?"