The Clan Ch. 08

Chapter 8 – Bobby

When Bobby came home he was on his own, his mother came home nearly an hour after him at 5.00pm, so he did his study from his uni subjects of the day and waited for his mother. Right on time Ruth came through the front door,

“I’m home,” she called from the front door.

“In here,” called Bobby back to her from the kitchen where he had just finished his study. Ruth walked in to see her son, thinking his voice sounded a little strained.

“You OK,” Ruth asked her son.

“S’pose,” was his reply.

Now she knew there was something wrong with him.

“C’mon, out with,” his mother ordered.

“Out with what,” Bobby asked in all innocence.

“Something is bothering you. You can’t fool your mother,” Ruth replied.

“If I tell you, you will either take it the wrong way or get upset,” was Bobby’s defiant reply.

Taken aback by her son’s response, Ruth was hurt that he didn’t seem to trust her.

“Please Bobby, tell me. I promise not to take it the wrong way or get upset,” she pleaded with her son.

“No, you always take it the wrong way,” insisted Bobby to his mother, and he took on the appearance that ‘he would not be moved’.

Now his mother was really hurt, to think her son would not tell her what was bothering him.

“But you’re such a frump; you never try to be modern like the other mums,” Bobby blurted out, his mother smiled to herself, ‘I knew he would tell me’.

Were as Bobby thought to himself, ‘I had better tell her or I won’t get anywhere’.

“What brought this on,” Ruth demanded of her son, becoming angry and hurt.

“Did you really want me?” Bobby asked his mother, with a determined look on his face.

“Of course I did, why?” Ruth asked, shocked that her son would say such a thing.

“Well some of the other guys say they have a really special relationship with their mums; you know they just love being together, taking care of each other,” Bobby said with an imploring look.

“Don’t you think we have a special relationship,” Ruth asked her son.

“Not like those other guys. Their mums really care about them and for them.

There’s heaps of stuff you won’t let me talk to you about like the other mothers and sons,” Bobby said with a sullen voice.

Ruth was trying to understand what her son was trying to say, she thought she had an idea, but told herself it couldn’t be so.

“What can I do then,” Ruth asked, worried her son thought less of her then his friends did of their mothers.

“Well you can change the cloths you wear for a start, and do you shave?” Bobby asked, already knowing the answer.

“What, my underarms?” Ruth asked.

“Yes,” Bobby said.

“But what for, I don’t go out at all, so what’s the point?” Ruth asked.

“Because I care about how you look. Don’t you want to look good for me?” Bobby pleaded.

“I didn’t think you cared. You know, I’m your mum,” said Ruth.

“Of course I care. You’re a good looking woman and I want to take care of you like the other guys with their mums. We have been on our own for years now, without dad. Can I look after you mum, you know really look after you?” Bobby waited for his mother’s answer.

Ruth now had a very good idea what her son meant and her first reaction was ‘stunned’, but this was quickly replaced by a strange feeling she couldn’t identify and that bothered her a little.

“I just want to think about this for a moment,” Ruth said and walked into her bedroom.

She sat at her dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. ‘My own son’, she thought, ‘but that was wrong; but the look of hurt on his face’. All because he thought that they didn’t have a relationship like his friends and their mothers. It pained her to think that he felt less loved, ‘but what to do’, she thought. Then it came to her, she would play along and see how it went, that was always her best course of action. Yes, go along with this and like all the other things he had chased in his life, he would forget all about it once he started.

There was the drum kit, and that only lasted one lesson — too much like hard work. Oh, and what about the local rugby league team because his mates played, again too much like hard work. Then of course the numerous pets, which she always had to care for after the first week. No, this was just like all the others, Ruth told herself. After a few hugs, maybe a kiss or two it would be all over, Bobby will have moved on. So she would play along, and anyway she kind of like the idea her son was showing such an interest in her. There was that odd feeling again; that unknown feeling she was sure she had had felt before, but couldn’t place it.

Ruth stood up and walked back into the kitchen, Bobby was waiting expectantly for his mother’s answer.

“Ok, but I want to take this a little step at a time,” Ruth told her son. Bobby smiled broadly and the effect it had on her surprised her. She felt excited at the prospect of this new venture with her son, this was a good sign she thought — even if it wasn’t going to last.

“So what’s first,” she asked her son, placing in his hands the direction of where they were going to go together.

“First, your cloths, you’re got a great body and you should be proud of it,” Bobby told his mother.

“Oh come on, it’s not that good,” Ruth scoffed.

“I think it’s great. Very sexy in fact.”

Bobby had never spoken to his mother like this before and it thrilled him, and Ruth felt a similar response. Ruth felt a sense of pride that her son thought of her this way and she blushed — which Bobby noticed with delight.

“Ok so my cloths, but which ones?” Ruth asked, as her mind went straight to her underwear.

“To start with your underwear,” Bobby said and Ruth thought her son had read her mind.

“What’s wrong with them?”

Was all Ruth could think to ask being slightly taken aback by her son’s bluntness and forwardness, but it sent a little shiver through her. He had been thinking about my underwear.

“What’s wrong with them?” Bobby asked dramatically.

“Well there’re too big, the wrong material — it should be sheer, but none are see through,” Bobby stated.

Well the cards are on the table now thought Bobby. All Ruth could do was blush.

“They don’t have to be see through, no one but me sees them,” said Ruth defensively, wondering what her son’s answer to this would be.

Without hesitation Bobby answered his mother,

“But I will be seeing them,” he said.

This could be taken two ways thought Ruth, because he did the washing, but as if guessing his mother’s thought Bobby added,

“And I don’t mean in the wash.”

“What are you wearing now,” Bobby asked his mother, not wanting to let his answer linger with her too long.

“They’re ok,” said his mother.

“Let’s see then,” said Bobby to his mother, “Lift up your skirt and show me your panties,” Bobby commanded his mother.

To her surprise Ruth obeyed her son without hesitation and lifted her shirt to show him her panties, and it excited her. They were big, powder blue and made of very non-see through cotton, beneath her pantyhose.

“See what I mean,” said Bobby as he stared at his mother’s panties, and although they were big and ugly he couldn’t help but stare at them.

His eyes followed the curve of his mother’s tummy down to her pubic mound and he was surprised at how much her curves excited him. Bobby couldn’t believe his mum was showing her son her panties.

“Yes,” came Ruth’s breathless reply, and as she stood there showing her panties to her son, she realized how ugly they were.

Ruth suddenly wanted her son to look at her in revealing, sexy panties and she wanted him to look at her as often as he wanted to.

“Now come here,” Bobby ordered his mother, “but don’t put your skirt down.”

“Ok,” obeyed Ruth in a small voice and walked toward her son, not knowing what to expect as her heart pounded. She came and stood before him, and waited.

“At home I would like you not to wear pantyhose,” Bobby said as he looked at her panties beneath her pantyhose.

“They obscure your feminine contours.”

“Would you like me to take them off now,” Ruth asked her son, feeling her excitement mounting.

“I would love you to take them off in your bedroom, and then come back as you are now,” Bobby said pointing to her mother’s upheld dress.

Ruth turned and went back into her bedroom, quickly removing her pantyhose and wondering what would happen next — she felt alive, like a schoolgirl again. Free of her pantyhose, Ruth walked back into the kitchen; skirt held up so her son could look at her panties, and she walked very deliberately up to Bobby and stood very close in front of him.

“Is that better?” she asked excitedly.

“Much,” her son replied as he once again stared at her panties, and this time he could just make out the contours of his mother’s pussy, but it was still difficult to tell the shape of her pussy lips.

“You really like looking at me don’t you,” Ruth asked her son fascinated by his attentions.

“Oh yes,” Bobby replied enthusiastically.

“What now?” she asked her son.

“Go out, its late night shopping, and buy the sexiest panties you can find. Come home and take a bath, shave you underarms and the rest, then put your new panties on to show me,” said Bobby without hesitation.

“Shave my legs as well?” asked his mother.

“Yes, and the rest,” said Bobby watching his mother.

“The rest of what?” Ruth asked, but before her son could reply it dawned on her.

“Oh,” she said, “and the rest — really, you would like that?” Ruth could not believe she was asking her son this.

“Yes mum, shave your pussy,” Bobby said very deliberately.

There it was out, he thought, but how would his mother react, had he gone too far?

“My pussy,” asked his mother with a slight grin, she was not offended at all, but some what pleased her son thought so much of her sex — her pussy.

“Yes, that’s the common name now-a-days,” replied Bobby, thrilled at how his mother had taken it.

With that Ruth let her dress go, turned and walked into her bedroom to retrieve her purse and car-keys.

“Be back before you know it,” she called to her son, and with that she left the house.

Bobby was apprehensive that his mother would now have second thoughts and waited a nervous hour while she was away, but he needn’t have worried as Ruth was now totally caught up with the whole change to her relationship with her son.