The fuck Bob received did help his horniness. The next few days were spent working on the car and he only jerked off in the evening. That isn't to say he didn't still have sex on bin mind all the time, tough. His mother continued to be a source of inspiration too. He found himself staring at her boobs and dreaming about lying on top of her naked body with his cock high up her twat.
One afternoon, a few days after his introduction to the splendors of fucking, Bob took a break from his work. He sat on a pile of bricks, which served as a stool for the guys who came to help him, and relaxed. He was thinking about his mother and some strange things that had happened between them. The time he peeked through her keyhole came back to him. That was a nice memory. Then he remembered the time he got his prick stuck in his fly while getting ready for school in too much of a hurry one morning.
Bob couldn't help smiling at that memory, although it wasn't funny at the time. His mother was yelling at him to hurry, while he was struggling with the problem of how to get the loose skin around his cockhead out of the zipper of his pants where it was painfully caught. He couldn't move the zipper up or down without causing himself pain. Finally he had to go to his mother with his cockhead sticking out of his fly.
She was very concerned as she took the problem into her capable hands. Handling his cock tenderly, she managed to free the dong from the zipper. Bob was relieved and grateful, although embarrassed. When he got his dork put away and was on his way to school he realized how pleasurable it was to have his cock handled by his mother. That was a surprise at the time, but he understood it now. His mother was a sharp chick with a lot of sex appeal. Any guy in his right mind would love to get his prick in her cockpit, even if the guy were her own son.
That crazy incident a few years back really turned Bob on. He was suddenly obsessed with the thought of his mother's fantastic body. She wasn't home at the moment and Bob felt a desire to go into her room where there was always the lingering odor of her body. As he climbed the stairs he got more and more excited; more than he would expect to be by just the prospect of visiting her bedroom.
By the time he entered the room his cock was throbbing in the confines of his pants and his head felt light. The room looked different to him. Probably because he never came in there with the ideas he had in his head now. It was a plain room; no frills or fancy ornaments. But it was unmistakably a feminine room. Her bottles of perfume and stuff like that were lined up on her dresser. Everything was neat and orderly, unlike his own room, except, for a pile of his mother's underwear on the seat of a chair.
Bob went to the pile of laundry and lifted the top garment. It was a pair of tiny, bikini-style undies, like the kind he watched her take off when he was peeking through her keyhole the other night. Bob was surprised at his reaction to the garment. He was suddenly raving with horny energy. His body seemed to be operating automatically as his arm bent and brought the panties to his face. Breathing deeply through his nose, Bob was filled with the heavy and funky perfume of a lusty woman's crotch. The odor drove Bob to even higher planes of dizzying passion.
Before he had a chance to think about what he was doing he began puffing his clothing off. As soon as he was naked with his huge cock sticking out in the womanly atmosphere of his mother's room, he picked up the silky pair of undies again and pulled them on. They felt so incredibly cool and slinky on his skin that he wondered why he hadn't tried them on before. As he pulled them up around his hard ass and heavy balls he was filled with the thrill of secret pleasures that were available to those imaginative enough to experiment.
Bob shoved his stiff cock into the white, nylon undies. His cock held the elastic waistband away from his skin, and as he looked down at his cock held sideways in the underwear he was reminded of a man lying in a hammock. Stepping in front of the large mirror above the dresser, Bob took in the kinky sight. He looked pretty weird, but the sight of his masculine body in that tight-fitting, obviously feminine garment made his heart beat even faster.
Bob went over to the pile of clothes again to see what else was there. The next thing he lifted was a short slip. Just holding it up in front of his face thrilled him. He pulled it over his head and in place on his body. The bottom of the thing just covered the undies he WSS wearing. As the garment had dropped over his face Bob had had a good whiff of the familiar smell that was a mixture of his mother's natural odor and the scent of her perfume.
Again he went to the mirror. He was fascinated. It would never have occurred to him that putting on his mother's underwear could have such a powerful effect on him. He felt his cock jerking wildly in the smooth, nylon undies, and the sheer material of the slip felt great on his belly. Bob turned around a few times to get a view of the back. He even lifted the slip to see his ass in the undies. Remembering the sight of his mother's ass filling the garment, he had to say that his own ass was almost as sexy. He wondered if chicks got excited by the sight of a good-looking guy's ass.
Bob pulled his cock out of the panties and out from under the hem of the slip. The mirror showed his stiff prick sticking out from the sea of white nylon. It was a strange sight and it was having a sexy effect on him. Bob took his cock in his hand and began fingering it as he Imagined a chick would. He remembered again the way his mother's fingers felt on his cock when she had helped him free it from the zipper.
Bob was at the point of frenzy where he would have to start jerking off or he would spill over from sheer pressure, and miss a powerful orgasm. He began jerking his hot prick, and in a few seconds white glow of juice were shooting at the mirror. The first few drops bit the glass and the rest formed a line of spots across the dresser, among the bottles of perfume.
After coming, Bob felt uncomfortable in such a weird situation. Grabbing a tissue he began blotting up the residue of his ecstasy. As he finished the dean-up job he heard footsteps on the stairs. His heart skipped a beat as he realized his mother had come home and in his passion he hadn't heard her.
In a flash Rob dashed from her room and toward his own. There was a turn at the top of the stairs and his only hope was that he could be in his own room before Pat got around the corner and had a view of the hall. He almost made it.
As she came around that corner Pat caught a glimpse of a white flash. It disappeared into Bob's room and it took her brain several seconds to put together the image. The only thing she could come up with was the white garment. The fact that he was running made Pat refrain from calling out to him to say she was home. Something strange was going on.
She went into her own room to change, but the strange thing she'd seen in the ball stayed in her mind. Then she noticed her bra lying on the chair. It all fit together suddenly. She knew she had left a slip and a pair of undies on that chair the night before. She experienced a strange twinge of excitement as she realized what had been going on in her room just seconds ago.
Pat had heard of boys dressing in their mother's clothes and she knew it was a normal thing, but it made her think. The poor boy was at the age when he had to grab at any sexual stimulation he could get. She remembered watching him strike out with the young girl in his car a few days ago, and how he had had to sit there and jerk off. He was probably in his room going crazy with worry right now, Pat thought.
She had to do something to let him off the hook. Stomping down the stain loudly, she began calling out for him in the yard. That would give him a chance to cover his tracks.
"I'm up here, Mom," she heard him call down to her. He sounded guilty of something, and Pat wondered what she would think if she didn't know what was on his mind.
"Dinner will be ready in half an hour," she called to him.
As she rattled some pots and pans, Bob stalked through the kitchen and out the back door. He didn't look at her. When she went upstairs the next time, her underwear WSS back on the chair. Pat had the feeling that something was going to give in her relationship with that horny kid soon, and the thought made her cunt wet.
Bob was messing around with his car parts and hoping his face would return to its normal color before dinner was ready. He had never been so miserable as when he had gotten into his own room dressed like he had been. How could he have been so careless? Would she notice that her underwear was gone? Would she know her son was a pervert?
When she had gone downstairs and had begun calling him, Bob had to scramble like mad to get everything back where it had been. It seemed that he'd gotten away with it this time. But he knew he could never know for sure. His mother was a kind and clever woman and she would have been diplomatic if she had seen him in the hall or had noticed her underwear missing.
Then Bob had another inspiration. If she had seen him in her undies she would have an idea of his longing for her. Now Bob felt better. If she was on to him, she might be tempted to reward him for his devotion by offering him her body. Bob pictured her slipping into his bed one night and smothering him with the warm flesh of her tits. By the time dinner was served Bob not only felt unashamed, but he was feeling like a more experienced stud. He almost hoped she did know. There was so much more he wanted to communicate to her, too.