Chapter One - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

He had curly blond hair, he was about ninteen years old, and the look in his eyes told Barbara that the young man had other thoughts in his minds than the eggs Benedict he was eating. Look how his tongue curls around the bacon, the woman thought. Like it could curl around my ... He stared at her. Then he smiled. A shy, young smile. What was she thinking of, anyway. How silly! Here she was a mature woman watching a teenage young man eat his breakfast, getting damp between her legs as she did, not knowing why, narrowing her eyes in a lust-filled response to his lewd smile. She hoped Annette didn't notice. She directed her attention toward her partner, Annette. Her partner. How foolish that sounded. Oh well. No, Annette hadn't noticed. Good. Barbara leaned away from her cheese omelet and glared at the thick slices of French toast buried beneath a mountain of fresh strawberries and whipped cream on Annette's breakfast plate. "That's disgusting, Annette, how can you eat like that? she said. "Here, I'll help you." And she scooped up a bite, glancing back at the young man at the other table as she rather obviously rolled it around on her tongue, lips slightly parted. The two women had just finished an eleven-day, 638-mile bicycle tour down state. In past years they had peddled thousands of miles together, 150 miles in one stint, 500 in another. They were already planning a bike tour across Europe that might very well get them into the Guinness Book of Records. They had both often agreed that it was their mutual "visions of hotcakes" that made them dedicated cyclists. The two women never allowed themselves breakfast until they had gone 20 or 25 miles. They had long before agreed, "We'll have to be starving first, and then we will both agree that it was the best breakfast we ever ate." And every night they would have the best shower they ever had. But that seemed to be it. No great sex, just a great shower. The two women had been biking together for years. They had met four years before when a mutual friend, a real estate agent, introduced them, saying that, "Annette will be great for you! She will help you decorate your home." Annette had, and now the two houses looked exactly alike. Their first long ride together had taken them some twelve miles, to meet their husbands for dinner at the beach. As they approached the restaurant Annette had called out, "That's twelve. Thirteen is a luckier number!" So the two women circled a car wash, next to the restaurant, about fifteen times to make up the mile difference. The difference between them, Barbara had finally decided, was that Annette was a record-breaker idiot. There was something else about cycling that Barbara loved, screw the records, the distance and all that. She loved the wind in her hair, her face, the coolness of it. And her legs pumping, sometimes aching ... and she associated that thought, strangely enough, with sex. The moment of exhaustion was not unlike the moment of orgasm. But then how would Barbara know? She was in her mid-thirties, and except for a little side-trip of sexual adventure, had never experienced true sexual fullfillment. And that had been a mind- bending experience. And of course it had been with the young man who had stared over his eggs Benedict at her during breakfast that morning at the little roadside motel. A soul-filled look in his eyes, that was what it had been that turned her on so. She had had a husband and many other men in her life - so why was this youth's look so different, so exciting? Perhaps it was a case of Monday Morning Quarterbacking - he had satisfied her. Oh, did he ever satisfy her! She had become sick to death of Annette's bribes of "Tell you what, Barbara, a big luscious hot fudge sundae if we push on for another three miles, what say?" Annette was obsessed. Annette was a nut. There had been the feedback from friends - "You two will kill yourselves." Actually, there had been few mishaps. The two women had prepared thoroughly for their long-distance runs, and both had worked themselves into demons for conditioning. Barbara, in her first burst of enthusiasm after meeting Annette, had taken a semester-long course on bicycling at a local Junior college, and the whole thrust of it had been safety. Safety was something Barbara was sick to death of. The young man's eyes - ahh, there was danger, a much spicier dish than safety. Annette had insisted they have their bikes checked out before each and every trip, and then they would train, leaving home before 5:45 a.m., getting in 12 or 20 miles of vigorous cycling. Always, though, they were back before 7:45 in time for Annette to cook breakfast for her husband. Barbara had become jealous of that. She had no one except her son Jerry to even think about breakfast for. And her son Jerry, at this point in his life, anyway, needed a bicycling mother like he needed a hole in the head. But the conditioning had paid off. She was slim, tight of body, didn't pant, even when cycling up a continuous twenty-five mile hill. Maybe it had all put her in condition for the very young man who was to be her first satisfying lover. In his arms, she was to forget the challenges of roads that had no shoulders, logging trucks and sawdust trucks whizzing by, hills to pump up. But, in young Jim's arms, Barbara, a bit late in life, realized the wonderful exhileration of another kind of uphill pumping, her mind screaming to itself, "Look what your body is doing now!" "Hi!" he had said to her as she sat outside her motel room door. She and Annette always had their own room, no matter where they were cycling to or from. It had been Annette's husband's idea. "If you do break any mileage records, people will get to talking, and the next thing you know you'll have reputations as being lesbians. I don't mind the bike rides off into nowhere, but I don't think I can hack the lesbian talk bit," he had declared. Both women agreed immediately, for that was not their game. Barbara now lifted her sun glasses and looked into the young man's handsome face. She said nothing, but did manage a smile. "You and your girlfriend are bike freaks too, eh?" he said. "Freaks? I don't like to think of it exactly that way," Barbara replied, crossing her legs, a subconscious protective measure - against her own compulsions, not against the young man who had approached her. "Sorry. No offense. I call myself a bike freak. I biked up here all the way from State College. There are bike freaks and there are bike freaks, see?" He pulled up a deck chair next to her. His body was tight, compact, tanned. "I live on a particular street down at college. "It's off campus, actually, and I have a basement apartment. Anyway, this street is known for bachelor parties, and out on the street and on the balconies, anywhere. Sort of like New Orleans. And the girls that live there in the dorms ... freshmen, mostly ... they ride their bikes by this street every morning, see. It's like a beauty parade. They know that only studs that are seniors and have some bread can afford apartments on the street. Not that the apartments are so great - mine was flooded knee deep last year during the rains - but then I got a basement two-roomer, the rent's cool. Anyway, these freshies ride by, and whoever doesn't have a hangover from a bash the night before watches. Good watching, too. They purposely wear these little bikinis and no bras under their T- shirts, so their boobs bounce and all." Barbara smiled, and reddened a bit. He's so young, she thought, so fresh, so ready to attack life. I wish I was like that. I was once. He grinned, and his teeth were very young and white and square. "So there they go, pedaling along, dozens of them, up and down the street. Their boobs bounce, and sometimes when I look up from my basement window I can almost see the balconies above bouncing in the same cadence. Lots of horny dudes, see. Anyway, like I was saying, there's bikers and then there's bikers. Those girls are not bikers. You and your friend, you're bikers. I could tell. Bikes oiled, everything in balance." He looked down at her breasts. "And nothing bouncing." He wore nothing but blue satin bathing trunks, and her eyes fell on the thick bulge, the almost invisible throb at the skimpy center. She looked back up into his eyes. And she knew. They both knew ...

Later, in her motel room that night, while Annette obtained her necessary "health sleep, eight hours, no less!", the young man named Jim stared again into Barbara's eyes. Running his middle finger over the crispy curling strands of her pubic hair, he hissed down at her his teeth bared in an animalistic mask of lust. "Don't worry," he told her. "I'm going to give you the fucking of your life!" "Oooooooooh!" moaned Barbara. "Yeeeeeees!" His obscene words triggered still more excitement in her wildly impassioned body, and she groaned louder, "Do it to me ... fuck me as hard as you can!" Her small ringed hand tightened about the shaft of his pulsing penis as she spoke, and her naked white ass-cheeks began to rotate in wanton little circles on the mattress as she felt his prodding finger swirling around and around the sensitive little bud of her clitoris. "Aaaaaaah," she cried. Her new lover's penis lurched violently and he new he could not wait any longer. Suddenly inspired by her lewd gyrations and wanton pleadings, he decided what his plan of attack would be with the woman. He wanted to shove his bursting cock up inside her tight little belly, and he wanted the salacious view of her jouncing breasts and her lust-contorted face as he did so. There was only one way to do it. "Get on top of me!" he commanded, and before Barbara had a chance to protest or to consent, she felt herself being pulled up over his passion-fevered loins. Her husband had never made love to her this way, and she was not quite sure of what to do. She stared down with wide wondering eyes, afraid he was going to do something else that would only satisfy his own needs instead of giving her the fucking she needed. Her breath came in quick labored gasps, and she only wished he would put his penis inside her aching pussy quick! It felt as though her cunt were on fire, and the spirit of licentious liberation from all inhibitions drove her to heights of wanton desire which she had never before known. "Like this, baby," explained the youth whose fingers were clasping the satin-smooth cheeks of her resilient buttocks and positioning her temptingly small cuntal mouth directly above his throbbing hardness. A lewd little smile lighted his face as he noted the half-fearful, half-lustful gleam in her eyes as she stared greedily down at the size of his penis. "Is it big enough?" he asked lecherously, his eyes gleaming. "This what your hot cunt is needing?" Barbara could hardly answer. The sight of his rigid pulsing flesh rising straight up from his hairy loins to her unprotected pussy made the lustful woman almost faint with desire. But it's so big, she thought in terror. It will surely tear me apart. Suddenly her lust was forgotten in a flood of terror. "No!" she gasped. "Stop! Let go of me!" Forgotten now, in the moment of truth, were all the other massive penises that she had thought too big for her. But there was no stopping now. The panting youth was quite sure that she'd like his big thick cock well enough once it was firmly ensconced within her trembling cunt. "Take it in your hand and put it in your cunt," he ordered, too impatient to pay attention to the cock-teasing woman's objections. "No!" she wailed. "I can't! I'm afraid! I won't!" Oh God in heaven! thought Barbara, he is surely going to tear me to pieces. But she was helpless against his every wish. Her body ceased to struggle and strain, and much to her astonishment the needles of desire and thrills of excitement began again, prurient flames of eroticism flooding through her loins. "Now you put my cock in your pussy and hurry up about it," commanded the boy who lay below her, still leering. Oh God. How did I ever get in a position like this? But she obediently reached out her hand and guided his lust-distended hardness toward the small quivering mouth of her vagina. As she somewhat gingerly parted her soaked vaginal lips to guide the blunt-nosed shaft up into the depths of her belly, her earlier passion began to return. Unable to wait another second, the lusting youth with the big penis flicked his muscular hips upward and plunged his aching hardness deep into her open cunt without thinking whether he was hurting her or not. Sharp needles of sensual agony shot through her impaled body. The boy's massive thickness was thrust inside her. His mammoth hardness throbbed within the suffering walls of her stretched cunt. And then before she realized what she was doing, she began to undulate her own firm-fleshed ass-cheeks around the obscenely impaling rod of hardened male flesh, all traces of pain easing until she was floating in between hurt and happiness, between pain and pleasure, far away from reality. Something was so erotic, so forbidden about being fucked half to death by a stranger, far away from her son, far away from home. A powerful wave of pleasure rippled through her over-stimulated body. "Oh, yes," she breathed. "Yes, fuck me like that." Eager to oblige the lust-ridden woman the youth began to fuck his pulsating thickness hard up into her heated vagina with smooth straight strokes that sank all the way to her spongy cervix. At the same time, he teased his thumb wildly at the sensitive bud of her throbbing clitoris. Incoherent gurgles of joy spurted from Barbara's lushly parted lips, and her ripe body squirmed in orgiastic ecstasy. She felt his hand attack her vulnerable anus with savage insistence, as the outstretched finger wormed its way up into her clenching rectum, to move back and forth in time to the wild fucking strokes of the youth beneath her. She felt herself floating higher and higher, far removed from space and time. Then, suddenly, the long desired climax hit her like a jackhammer. Unexpectedly it came over her aroused flesh and she howled like a wounded animal, as great swirls of incredible pleasure stormed through her overloaded nervous system. And at precisely the same moment, the plunging penis that brought her to such heights, came also, expanding to spurt its hot load of semen deep into her convulsing body. Maddened by the pungent aroma of sexual release, Barbara fucked harder and wilder down upon his stiff exploding penis. Orgiastic liquid poured from her own convulsing body and overflowed upon the bed below them. She swallowed in the delights of orgasm and the slippery warm cum.







Chapter Two - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

The morning practice ride with Annette had been uneventful. No, it had been boring. They only did six miles, because Annette's husband had to leave early, some meeting or something.

Barbara did not listen as Annette had given her the details. They had passed numerous youths on their way to school as they peddled along. She thought many things to herself, but said nothing to Annette. Once at home, she slipped into her swim suit and jumped into the pool. That seemed to cleanse her of the lewd thoughts that had controlled her mind during their entire ride.

Barbara Anderson squirmed langorously in the hot afternoon sun as she tried to decide whether a dip in the pool or a cool drink would be more refreshing. She was lying in her back yard, letting the sun's rays bake her as she weighed the pros and cons of this decision. Her normally quick mind felt sluggish in the heat, and she finally decided it would be too much effort to do either.

"If it only weren't so damn hot," she mused. Really, this time of the year it was too hot to do anything except lie around. She sighed and turned on her back, wincing as the glare hit her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun as an almost physical presence. Barbara ran her hands down her body, flicking the sweat away in large droplets, testing to see if she were sufficiently greased with suntan lotion. She decided she could use some more, and rolled over to get the bottle, pouring some in her hand and beginning to massage it into her body in quick strokes.

She was clothed in a very brief bikini, one which she hadn't dared to wear to the beach - a mere two scraps of cloth around her generous breasts and hips, scarcely containing their bounty. She ran her oiled hand across the tops of her exposed breasts and shoulders, down the sleek curve of her belly and over her firm-fleshed thighs. The touch of her own hand made her sigh again, luxuriously, and she wished she could strip off the two tiny pieces of cloth and offer herself nude to the sun, like some pagan goddess. She laughed at the thought, wondering what her staid ex-husband or her present boyfriend would think if they came upon her naked in the back yard.

"Of course, it is very private," she mused, playing with the thought and then rejecting it as too dangerous. "Still, I could lower my straps." So thinking, she untied the suit at her neck and removed the straps, baring her chest to the sun, her breasts swelling upward, only the nipples covered. She ran her hand over her body again, admiringly, shivering at the sensations her lazy hand evoked. She squinted around the yard. It was as if she were completely alone in the world - the heat shimmered in the air, and no sound broke the stillness of the afternoon. She smiled to herself as her hand continued its journey over her body, spreading the oil in a thin film and massaging it deeply into her skin. She lay back and relaxed, emptying her mind of all but the sensations of her body. Her hand moved with a will of its own now, caressing her breasts lightly, rubbing her belly in rounded circles, touching her hips briefly in passing. One finger slipped under the tiny bit of cloth circling her hips and teasingly touched her pubic hair. Barbara gasped at the contact, but did not stop, only arching her hips slightly to give her hand freer rein. She masturbated quite frequently, trying to satisfy the urges of her healthy body, and had found that she could please herself far better than her ex-husband ever had.

Or anyone else, Barbara mused, her mind jumping away from the thought of her spouse and dwelling briefly on her present lover, who had not so far gotten up the nerve to do more than kiss her good night. Except one, her thoughts strayed unwillingly to the one perfect sexual encounter in her life, an experience that had left her weak and shaking with release. She tried to stop thinking about him, but the feelings evoked by her hand were too strong and her mind stayed stubbornly fixed on the image of her one-time lover.

Tanned, youthful, magnificent young Jim. Oh, why haven't you at least phoned me, Jim? Am I just an old prune that you found interesting for one lonely night? Is that all I meant to you? So you have your college coeds, you told me about them, remember? But don't you see? I love you, that's the difference. Those young girls can't be to you what I can be to you! Remember what you said, cuddled in my arms? That you really didn't know what you would do after you graduated? I can help you, Jim. Help you do anything you want.

Anything you want. Oh, don't you remember what you wanted to do to me that day? And did. I can never forget it.

She remembered how his strong body pumped in even strokes to enter her roughly, making her writhe and heave under him as she soared to the pinnacles of desire.

Remembering, her finger slipped inside her bikini and dug at her pubes. She moaned and opened her legs, letting the finger slide into her moist canal. Oblivious to anything but her own recollections of lust and present need, she fingered herself brutally, hoping to giver herself the release she needed. Her finger slipped easily into her cunt, sliding back and forth, around and around, sending twinges of pleasure through her nerves. Barbara closed her eyes against the sun, feeling it press against her. It was almost like being fucked by the sun, she thought in a daze, as her body responded to her finger and her hips began to buck up and down in the movements of intercourse. Her lover's face swam before her eyes, behind closed eyelids. She could see his youthful face, contorted with lust, as he had plunged into her body, giving her joy that she hadn't known possible. She had left the next morning and had never seen him again. Barbara Anderson mourned her lost lover as she masturbated frantically in her back yard, her body quaking with remembered lust. She could feel her orgasm coiling in the pit of her stomach, ready to explode and flood her. She gritted her teeth and slid another finger into her bikini, searching for the extended nub of her clitoris. As she touched it, her body shivered and her cunt poured forth a quantity of pussy juices, drenching her fucking hand.

"Oh ... fuck ... fuck me, Jim ... oh ... God! Fuck meee ..." She strummed her clitoris with her finger. Waves of heat engulfed her as her hand sank deeper into her cunt, probing the walls, scraping her insides and making her shudder with orgasm. She bucked against his hand, imagining it to be her young lover's prick, wishing with all her heart that it was. She needed a man inside her, a real man, not a drunken lout like her husband. She groaned in dismay, feeling her orgasm subside and dissipate leaving her strangely empty inside. She had cum, the physical motions had all been there, but something was missing.

I need a man, she thought to herself, lying in her back yard, her legs spread, her fingers still inserted in her cunt. She was exhausted, drained. With a great effort, she opened her eyes and squinted around, wondering dazedly what time it was. Her eyes passed over the husky young man standing in the doorway, then returned. She stared at him a minute in complete horror, a cold snake of fear hitting her vitals at the discovery. She wondered feverishly who he was. For a minute, she thought it was Jim, but it couldn't be, and he was staring at her so oddly.

God! she thought, he saw me jerking off, stood right there and watched. Suddenly realizing that her hand was still inside her pants, she jerked it out as if it burned her and hid it behind her, childishly.

"Who ... what are you doing here? Who are you?" she managed to croak, wishing she could hide. It was bad enough to jerk off in your own yard remembering the past without people coming in to stare at you!

She looked at the man, trying to arrange her features in a mask of severity as she demanded for him to explain his presence. She drew herself up and tried to regain her dignity. Then she noticed that he wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying, he was just staring at her, a peculiar light in his eyes. Her mind flew back, he was looking at her in the exact same way her lover at the motel had, his eyes glued to her body. He started toward her.

"Hey! What are you doing?" she called out. She looked at the man in alarm, comparing him inadvertently to her other lover. They were both about the same age, but this one was larger, huskier, with broad shoulders that were bronzed from the sun. He had longish blond hair that curled around his face and blue eyes that were probably intelligent when not glazed with lust. For that was what gave them their strange sheen, there was no mistaking it.

Barbara drew back as the man approached, feeling a stab of excitement despite her fear. "I'll scream if you don't leave," she promised. The man didn't seem to notice. He walked over to her and stared down at her, his body casting a shadow over her. She squinted at him, trying to see his face against the sun. "What do you want?" she managed to croak, her hand going to her throat. God, she thought. I'm all alone. He'll probably rape me. She shifted her weight, trying to ignore the pang of lust that coursed through her at the lewd thought. One part of her urged her to let him, to open her thighs to this stranger, welcoming him to her recesses.

It'll be the last time ... I need it so bad ... no one will ever know. No, it's evil, perverted. He's too young for me - once was enough, her thoughts ran around and around. "Please," she murmured, looking up at him. He reached out his hand in answer and ran it over her breasts. "No, don't," she breathed. The man looked at her blankly and dropped his hand lower, gliding over her oily belly and resting on her raised pubic mound. Through a haze of confusion, Barbara felt his fingers squeeze her, tentatively at first, then strongly.

"Please, don't! I'll give you money. Please leave me alone," she groaned, her body beginning to melt at his touch. So strong... if only I could... God it would be good to be fucked... she thought crazily. "No..." she murmured, willing herself to move, to jump up and run. But her body refused to move, she felt like she was weighed down by a huge hand, forcing her to remain motionless as the strange man caressed her. She looked at his crotch, which was even with her eyes, and shivered as she saw the bulge of his penis. She felt a wild urge to see his prick, to tear his pants off and feast her eyes on him. She rolled her head aside, moaning weakly, knowing that her body was betraying her. The man glanced at her face momentarily and smiled, then plunged his finger into her pants. She groaned, her resistance weakening as the man's finger slid into her pussy. It was still wet from her self-induced orgasm, and his digit slipped in easily. "No," she said again, but the man only grinned at her and sank his finger in deeper. She knew her protests sounded silly against the evidence of her sopping crotch, which so eagerly sucked in his finger.

"Who ... who are you?" she gasped, her body beginning to move his finger.

"Skip. I've seen you around a lot," the man muttered. He was staring at his hand, now immersed in her cunt. He could catch a glimpse of his finger sliding in and out of her cuntlips, and he wanted to see more. He pulled her pants down with his other hand and watched his fingers in fascination, wondering how her cunt could take it so easily, wondering how his cock would feel in there. He swallowed. He had been delivering a package, and when there was no answer, had walked through the unlocked door. He had thought he heard a voice in the back, and had followed the sound, and had seen this beautiful woman jacking off in the open yard. After that, things were a blur. His body had taken over, and here he was, one hand deep in her cunt. And she was enjoying it, he had had just enough girls to know that! Her cunt was sopping wet and was grasping at his finger like a clutching hand, her face was flushed, and her breasts were heaving with her ragged breathing. He gently pulled down the top of her suit and exposed her tits, never ceasing his fingering of her pussy. He caught his breath as he saw her breasts, they were big and sweetly formed, rising to a point tipped with coral nipples that were erected in lust. He dropped to one knee and lowered his head to her breasts, sucking her tit into his mouth, running his tongue over the raised nipple, rolling it between his teeth.

"Oh," Barbara gasped as the sensation of a wet mouth on her tit engulfed her. "Suck it ..."

Skip complied. He pressed her breasts together, bobbing his head from one to the other, laving both her nipples with his tongue. His hand dug deeper into her crotch, her juices making entrance even easier.

Barbara wanted to see him. She wanted to see his cock. She had to! She reached out and unzipped his jeans, freeing his erection. She gasped at the size of it. She circled it with her hand lovingly, staring at it, looking at his pulsing shaft topped with a rosy head. Blood pulsed through the distended veins, making it jump in her hand. She stroked it cautiously, running her fingers up and down the shaft, delicately under the sensitive head, hearing the man groan as she excited him. "Take off your pants," she said hoarsely, scarcely recognizing her own voice. Gone were all scruples - she was an animal now, wanting only to give her body to the male, wanting him inside her. "Fuck me," she commanded. "Please ... oh please fuck me!"

Skip hurriedly shed his pants. He didn't want her to change her mind, he thought looking at the lush body before him. This was like a dream, a wonderful dream. He couldn't quite believe that he was going to fuck her, but he certainly wasn't going to stop! Not now, not with his dick hard as an iron bar, jerking with the need to bury itself in warm cunt.

"Sure, lady, I'll fuck you blind!" he promised, kneeling between her widespread legs. He pulled her pants completely off and stared at her cunt. The lips were red and swollen, and, as she spread her legs even wider, he could see the entrance to her pink-lined canal. The hole was pulsing slightly. "God," he whispered. He sank his finger into her again, then pulled it out.

"Fuck me! Your cock! Put it in! Stick me!" moaned Barbara, aching with the need to be filled. She pushed her hips against his finger, grinding them in a circular motion, drawing his finger in up to the knuckle. "Put it in! Fuck me!" she said fiercely.

Skip poised his cock at the entrance to her womb, rubbing his cockhead over her slit, teasingly. She moaned as the head hit her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her.

"Now! Fuck me now!" she cried in anguish, her whole body tensed with desire. If he doesn't put it in soon, I'll die! she thought, her hips rising, trying to force him to enter her.

Skip grinned and lowered himself carefully, the head of his cock sliding between her hot, wet cuntlips, probing for her canal. He thrust forward and slid into her completely, filling her, his balls squishing against her ass.

"Ohhhhh..." groaned Barbara. She could feel his prick opening her insides, pushing aside her quivering membranes, feeling like a red hot poker as it burned its way into her snatch. "It's sooo bigggg... I can feel it in my stomach! Oh, baby... fuck me," she moaned, twisting lewdly beneath him, seeking to draw him even farther into her cunt.

Skip smiled down into the flushed face of the older woman, then covered her mouth with his, sucking her tongue into the warm cavity. As she groaned and writhed beneath him, he pounded steadily into her, twisting his hips on each stroke to hit the walls of her cunt. She was sucking back on his tongue now, frantically gurgling into his mouth. He dropped his head suddenly and captured one of her tits, fastening his lips on the nipples and sucking.

Barbara shivered violently as the man's tongue touched her tit. It hardened and thrust into his mouth like a tiny penis, begging to be sucked. Fire shot through her veins and she bucked up against the boy. "More! Harder!" she cried, wrapping her long legs around him and straining against him. "Deeper, fuck me deeper!"

Skip thought he was about as deep as he could go, he felt like he was in a bottomless burning pit. His balls slapped against her ass with each stroke. He loved the way she was using her cunt, muscles clamped on his cock like tiny fingers, milking him, making him want to shoot his load. But he held back, gaining even more pleasure the longer he waited, watching her flop beneath him, hearing her hoarse voice exhort him to more. He felt wildly triumphant, he had conquered this beautiful woman without a word, with only his cock! He could feel her hot juices bathing his plunging dick, showing plainly her answering lust.

"Beautiful," he muttered against her breast. "Beautiful, lady."

Barbara's hips ground even more furiously, rising and falling with his strokes, twisting and churning against him. With each stroke she gasped in delight, feeling her body bounce with the force. Sweat poured from her as thrill after thrill coursed through her. She felt faint with the force of her lust, and spots of light danced behind her closed eyelids. She was riding the crest of her orgasm, every jab of his cock bringing her nearer to full- fillment. She raised her hips and presented her pussy to him, offering herself to his plunging dick. She was swimming in a sea of lubrication, pussy juice flowing from her recesses and turning her cunt into a river of lust. There was a little pain with each stroke of his large penis, but this served to heighten her pleasure. She wanted to be pounded into the patio floor, smashed under his body.

"Give it to me, fuck me! Oh... God, I can... fuck me with your hot dick," she babbled. "Oh, uh, please... harder..." She never wanted it to end. She wanted to fuck forever, coming under his pounding prick. She felt the wave of orgasm break around her, drawing her with it until her body felt like it was in a whirlpool. Her hips shook, her pussy gushed again and again, her whole body trembled in the wind of lust.

Feeling her body shake beneath his, feeling her cunt grab his cock and squeeze it in convulsive tremors, he cried, "I'm gonna cum, too. I'm gonna CUM!" He raised slightly and began pumping in and out jerkily, his sperm boiling in his balls. He felt the violent urge to cum, to let his balls burst forth their sticky fluid to run through his cock and spurt into her waiting vagina. In and out he pounded frantically into her, feeling her legs squeeze him, holding him firmly in place. "I'm gonna cum - uh - uh - uh - fuck me lady! Here it comes, feel it! FEEL IT!" He yelled as he felt his semen gush from the buried head of his prick, spurting out in thick gobs, rope after rope of jism splattering the walls of her cunt.

Barbara felt his cock swell and spurt in her hole as the last spasms of her own orgasm hit her, her cunt drenching his prick in juices.

"More," she whispered, grinding against him, forcing herself over the edge into another cum. As his semen splattered into her wet canal, she convulsed again, her mind blacking out as she fell over into the throes of her orgasm, letting herself be carried away on the wings of lust. "I love it, I'm cumming again, cum in me, give me your cum!" she mumbled, pulling him against her, her hips still twitching under his. He fell against her, panting with exertion, his penis buried deep in her still jerking weakly as it spurted the last big drop of jism.

"Wow! What a fuck," he muttered, feeling the frantic need leave his body as his prick softened inside her.

Barbara lay still, clasping the boy to her. She could still feel his cock inside her, soaking in her. She didn't want to move. She wanted to lie here forever, the glow of being well fucked pervading her body, the boy's prick still in her. She sighed gently as reality invaded her mind, she looked around and gasped. Here she was, in the back yard in broad daylight, stark naked, clasping an equally naked body in her arms. Anybody could see her, could come in like he had!

"Oh!" she cried sharply. "Get up! Get off me!" She squirmed under him, trying to push his heavy body from her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" the man asked, holding her down and looking at her. "What's the matter?"

"You've got to go! Hurry up! Now," Barbara said frantically.

"Why? You sure didn't want me to leave a minute ago!" Skip lowered his head and licked lazily at her sweat-covered breasts, making her gasp and move against him.

No, Barbara thought. It isn't possible. Stop it! Her body still wanted more! She pushed at the boy again. "Go away, please, somebody might come and see us," she pleaded.

"Expecting anybody?" Skip asked, his head gliding lower.

"No, but, please don't! This is all wrong!" Barbara moaned. She didn't know what to do. Her body, so long deprived of sex, was responding again to his touch.

"What the hell? Don't worry about it. No one's gonna come in, and we're just getting started! I'm still hot for you, lady, and I betcha you are, too. Just lie back and enjoy it!"

Barbara relaxed. There was nothing else to do. She was too weak with longing to move except feebly, and all her instincts were to draw the man to her, not push him away! She sighed languorously as his tongue licked her belly in swirling circles, and a hot flutter of desire made her legs open in anticipation. He was going to lick her, he was going to lick her cunt! Barbara moaned in lust as his raspy tongue dipped lower. She had only had her cunt eaten once or twice, and only after begging her husband. And this boy was going to do it now. He didn't need any urging. In fact, he was forcing her to lie still so that he could administer the tongue lashing! He paused between her widespread legs and she could feel his cool breath on the hot lips of her cunt.

"Don't stop! Please, don't stop," she moaned, raising her hips so that the mound of her pussy came up to his face, trying to urge him to hurry.

"Oh, I won't," promised Skip, gently opening the lips with his fingers and letting his breath play over her. "This is gonna be great, eating... I won't stop!" He held her twat open wide, staring into the red-lined interior, watching the tiny entrance to her vagina open and close. "Wow!" he said. He had never seen a cunt like this one, so fully developed. The pussies of his young girl friends were just slick little pink slits, nothing like this! He feasted his eyes on the luxuriant growth of pubic hair, curling in reddish swirls over her snatch and down between her legs, almost concealing the fat lips of her cunt, which were dark red with lust. As he watched, the whole cunt moved and a drop of moisture oozed from the pulsing hole. He dropped his head and covered the whole vulva with his mouth, sucking in like a vacuum cleaner, trying to draw out more the fluid.

"Oh God!" Barbara muttered through clenched teeth. The waiting had been almost unendurable, she had thought he would never start. "Suck it. Stick your tongue in, honey," she sobbed, feeling the familiar darts of lust tear at her vitals. "I need it, stick your tongue in there. I want it!"

Skip was in no real hurry. He was thoroughly enjoying this. His cock began to throb and lengthen against his leg as he tasted the pungent juices. He felt a great surge of power as he excited this older woman with his tongue, making her beg for it. He wanted her screaming and moaning under his mouth, then he would give his throbbing cock some release. He was going to shove it in her throat and make her suck him, too! He groaned at the thought of sliding into her wet mouth and redoubled his efforts at her crotch. He nipped gently with his teeth at the engorged nub of her clitoris and ran his tongue up and down the length of her slit.

Barbara squealed as his tongue hit her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. She bucked her hips against his face, trying to engulf his whole mouth, trying to force his tongue into her. She could hardly believe the feelings that shot through her. She was on fire, her whole body churning and quaking with lust.

"Eat me, harder, stick it in there!" she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side, her hips undulating under his face. She smashed her pussy into his mouth, her juices filling his mouth and running down his chin. He slurped and gulped noisily, draining her dry as fast as she could secrete. He reached up with both hands and grasped her tits, squeezing the mounds of flesh between his fingers, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. At the touch, Barbara shook all over, threads of fire radiating from her nipples throughout her body.

"I'm going crazy. I can't stand it. Eat me, honey, stick your tongue in there, make me cum!" Barbara screamed, no longer caring if anyone could hear or not. Her whole being was concentrated in the patch between her legs. Her vagina was a hungry demanding hole, aching for release. Suddenly she felt a wild urge to take him in her mouth, to suck him as he was sucking her, to feel his hard dick filling her throat. "Cock, gimme cock," she mumbled. "Stick it in my mouth, I want your hot dick in my mouth!"

Skip grinned as the lewd words burst from the woman's mouth. He had her now. She would do anything he asked, anything at all to keep his tongue in her hot box, whipping her to orgasm. "Sure, lady," he mumbled through a mouthful of cunt. "Anything you say." He swung his body lithely on top of her, positioning his rampant cock over her mouth. "Go to it, gimme some head," he commanded, lifting his mouth for a minute, then plunging again into the swampy marsh of her pussy.

Barbara eagerly grasped the shaft of the pulsing cock, bringing it to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and ran it over the head, collecting the drop of pre-cum that oozed from the slit, then sliding it under the lip of the cap, hitting the most sensitive nerves. She felt his legs tremble as she licked the sensitive head, swirling her tongue around and around, and smiled to herself. The feel of his dick in her mouth intensified her pleasure. She could feel his mouth gnawing at her cunt with even more intensity. She was being filled at both ends, fucked in the mouth and cunt, and her body quivered with pre-orgasmic shivers. As she let the head of his penis slip between her lips, she felt his tongue finally enter her vaginal canal. It lashed at the walls, boring into her like a drill, opening her insides, licking up every drop of fluid. She fucked her hips against it. She wished she had a thousand openings, and they were all filled with cock or tongue!

She sucked in more of his dick, relaxing her throat muscles to let him probe more deeply. As her lips inched greedily on his shaft, swallowing more and more of the turgid length. Skip tried to hold back. He tried not shove forward. He wanted her to take it in herself, but finally it was too much, and, with a strangled cry, he buried himself to the hilt in her throat.

Barbara gagged as his cock hit the tender muscles of her throat, then relaxed and sucked greedily on the stick. She was in a dream of lust now, her body pinioned beneath his, her secret places invaded by his lashing tongue.

As his penis slid in and out of her throat, she reached up and caught his balls in her hands, squeezing gently, rubbing the base of his root with her thumb. She could feel the cum in his balls, making them hard as marbles inside their wrinkled sac. She held them gently, stirring them. Her slobber wet his cock and ran over her chin and down her neck. She swallowed and gulped, trying not to choke as his cock battered into her throat. She could feel orgasm bubbling in her. She rubbed her cunt into his face, mutely urging him to suck harder, to bring her cum.

Skip did. His face was buried in her cunt. He could hardly breathe through the overwhelming odor of excited pussy, and he loved it! He loved the way her cunt grabbed at his tongue, trying to pull it in deeper. He loved the smell, the taste of pussy cum, and he sucked even harder, drawing it all in his mouth. His teeth clamped on her clitoris and he began strumming the excited organ with his tongue, clasping it firmly when it tried to retreat into its sheath. Barbara churned against him.

He slipped one hand under her bucking ass and searched for her asshole. She tensed as she realized what he was going to do, then relaxed as feeling swept her. She didn't care, she had never had her asshole violated, but she didn't care! She wanted his finger in there! She took a deep breath around his penis and began probing for his asshole, too. At the same time both fingers found their marks. As his digit invaded her tiny shithole, hers shot up his ass! She gasped as the new sensation hit her, it felt like a tiny red hot poker was reaming her out, stabbing into her vitals!

She groaned and rammed her finger up him to the knuckle, turning it from side to side, screwing his ass! She gobbled his prick, feeling it harden between her lips, swelling as his cum threatened to burst. She drew her lips over her teeth, making a ridge, and jacked up and down the length of his shaft, twirling her tongue over the head on each stroke. She knew he was very near orgasm now. She gulped eagerly, wanting to feel the hot flood of his sperm in her throat.

Skip pounded into her mouth, his mind a blur of intense feeling. Her finger in his shithole massaged his prostate, sending sharp twinges of desire through him. He could feel her other hand cupping his balls, squeezing them gently, urging his cum. He stuck his tongue full length up her vaginal canal, wanting to bring her off at the same time. He could feel her legs clamped around his neck in a stranglehold, and he knew by the way they were shaking that her orgasm was near. He caught her jumping clitoris between his teeth and bit down fairly hard. Ordinarily this would cause pain, but at this point it merely added to her lust, hastening her cum.

Come on, baby, he thought. Cum in my fucking face, I can't hold off much longer. Come on, let me taste you cum! He stabbed his finger in and out of her ass.

Barbara felt herself cumming. The waves of orgasm swept over her, making her shake and shudder. Her pussy convulsed, sending forth a thick stream of cunt juice, filling the boy's mouth with her cum. She bucked against him, her body gone berserk with passion. Her mouth clamped on his prick, and she sucked with all her might. She needed his semen flooding her mouth. She knew she would spasm even harder when his jism hit her throat.

Skip suddenly began fucking her mouth with short quick jabs. His balls were bursting, his prick was on fire and ready to explode. Desperately, he fucked her mouth, using it like a cunt, pounding into it, forcing her throat to open and take him in. And then the man came. He spurted wildly into her open mouth, his pecker jumping with the force of the orgasm that ripped through him. He came and came, gob after gob of thick, gooey sperm gushed from the head of his prick, splattering into her mouth, hitting the walls of her throat.

Barbara gulped wildly, swallowing the creamy sperm her own final cum convulsing her. She sucked and sucked, drawing every drop of jism from his dick, swallowing it all and wanting more. She wanted to drink endlessly from this fountain of cum, the taste and texture of the thick drink excited her to a new plateau of lust. Frantically she drained the softening penis. She gulped down the last mouthful and lay back. Her body still twitched with the last of her orgasm. Skip cleaned her out with his tongue, tenderly licking the still engorged pussy, cleaning off the last traces of cum. Finally he raised his head and slid his body off hers. His limp penis slipped from her mouth, and she reached after it, wanting to keep it in her mouth. He swung around so he faced her and smiled at her. His lips and chin were smeared with pussy cum, and she raised her head to kiss him, wanting to taste her juices.

"Wow, you give some fantastic head," he said approvingly. "And your pussy, well, that tastes great!" He smacked his lips happily. "I could taste my cum in there from when I screwed you before, something, huh?" He grinned at her. This had sure turned out to be some afternoon. He had seen the sexy woman around town and had fantasized over her, but he had never dreamed he would actually fuck her and then eat her out and have her blow him. He smiled at her, feeling all the power of his young manhood at conquering her. "You've got a great body, too. I mean, you're really something special! You're beautiful!" He looked at her, visions of fucking her in every conceivable position running through his mind. He could come here every day. He wanted to do things to her he had never even thought of before - fuck her in the ass, between the breasts, the list was endless!

Maybe he could get it up again, he'd sure love to put it in her once more. He shivered, remembering how tight and hot it had been around his finger. He could almost feel it around his dick. That'd really be something, he thought avidly, picturing himself pounding into her creamy ass.

Barbara was just lying there. She was covered with sweat and exhausted, but her body was satisfied. She purred like a kitten sunning itself.







Chapter Three - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

"Jerry!" she gasped. "I thought you were at school! How, what are you doing here?"

"I got all A's so I didn't have to take exams," Jerry explained. "Aren't you glad to see me, Mom?"

"Of course I am. I'm just a little surprised," Barbara answered. Surprise wasn't the word for it. What if he'd come five minutes sooner? she thought grimly, picturing her son's horror-stricken face. She trod water, trying to compose her mind, trying to still her pounding heart. Guilt flooded her. How could she have succumbed to her lust, right here in her own home, with her son only minutes away. She closed her eyes. She felt like she was going to faint.

"Are you okay, Mom?" Jerry asked worriedly, looking at his mother's flushed face. "You look kinda weird."

"Oh, I'm fine. Just the heat. Thought I'd cool off in the pool...." Barbara became aware that she was babbling and pulled herself together. "Well, I think it's wonderful you're home. Let's see, what time is it? Maybe we could go out for supper." She clambered out of the water and stood beside her son. She glanced down at her body, all in order, no telltale signs of passion. "Would you like that?"

"Sure, Mom," Jerry answered. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. It had been some time since he'd seen his mother in a bikini, and he'd been too young before to appreciate her beauty. For the first time he looked at her as a woman and not his mother. He was slightly embarrassed at his feelings, and he tore his eyes away from the tempting display of nearly nude flesh. He hadn't seen many girls in brief bathing attire this close. He and his buddies at school occasionally sneaked up the hill and spied on the local bathing beauties at the beach, but that was at a distance. He swallowed nervously, fixing his eyes on the ground. Unbidden, he thought of the pictures in his suitcase. An older boy had given them to him, and he hadn't dared to examine them closely in the crowded dormitory. He felt a sudden urge to run get them and take them to his bedroom to peruse them in private. He was aware of a breathlessness, a tightening in his groin that occurred when he was stimulated.

"Well, Jerry? That okay? I've got a date later on, but we can go to the pizza place or something first." Barbara looked at her son anxiously. Now he was looking odd. Maybe the sun was getting him, too. All the worried mother now, all thoughts of her former lust erased, Barbara put out one hand and stroked her son's forehead.

Jerry jumped as if he'd been shot. "Yes, that'll be great, Mom. I'll, I'll just run my bags upstairs." He pulled away.

"Why don't you lie down and rest for a while? You look a little pale. I know that bus trip is murder!" Barbara smiled at her son. "And I am glad you're home early. You just startled me earlier. I wasn't expecting anyone."

"The door was open, so I just came on in," Jerry answered. "I think I will go lie down." He looked at his mother, trying to appear sick. If she'll leave me alone for an hour or so, I can look at my pictures, he thought feverishly. The desire to gaze at the forbidden pictures had now reached an obsession. He licked his lips slightly and glanced at his mother again, wondering if she suspected anything. No, she wasn't even looking at him. She was staring at a damp spot beside the pool, a funny look on her face. He shrugged. "See ya in a while, Mom," he said, turning and running upstairs.

Barbara followed him more slowly. I guess he didn't suspect anything, she mused. He did look a little strange for a minute, he was staring at me, but it was probably the heat. I think I'll take a shower, too, must get on with things. I have to forget that boy, that must never happen again. I wonder how old he is, nineteen? He looks mature for his age. As she remembered the most mature part of his body, she blushed vividly and thrust down the thought. Never again. I'll have to be sure to keep the door locked from now on. Anyhow, now that Jerry's home for break, he won't bother me again. I'll keep so busy with Jerry I won't have time to think about horrible lewd things. Filled with resolution, Barbara disappeared into her bedroom. God! My own son will be ninteen next week! And here I was with a boy his own age!

Jerry sprawled on the bed. He had closed his door and felt quite safe. His Mom never came in when the door was closed. She was a great believer in privacy. He spread the pictures in front of him and began to look at each one carefully. He had pulled his pants off in preparation for his jack-off session. He figured that if he came really good, it would wipe out the thoughts he'd had looking at his mother. Jerry knew how awful it was to have thoughts like that about your mother, it was a major sin. Not only that, if anyone found out they'd probably put him in a home or something. Someplace for perverted, evil boys. He shivered and resolved never to look at his mother again. He concentrated on the pictures.

There were seven of them. The first was of a buxom blonde. She was naked except for a garter belt and black nylons, and she was staring at the camera with a lascivious expression on her face, her tongue protruding from her full lips.

Jerry drew a deep breath, wondering how it would feel to kiss her on those full wet lips. As his eyes slowly took in the rest of the picture, his breathing quickened and his hand dropped to his penis, which was hardening against his leg. He grasped it between thumb and forefinger and began slowly stroking it. He looked at the woman's pictured breasts for a long time, his breath coming in ragged puffs as he ran his finger over the picture, imagining how those big boobs would feel under his hand. "Oh, baby," he breathed. "What a set!" He breathed harder, picturing his lips fastened on the erect nipples. Almost unwillingly, he slid his eyes farther down.

The woman's legs were widespread, and she was holding her cunt open with one hand, showing the treasures inside. A thick growth of bushy curls covered her twat, curling along the extended lips of her open cunt. Jerry could just make out the ridges and convolutions of the slit. He peered closer. It looked wet. It almost glistened in the picture, seeming to beckon him nearer. He stroked it with a trembling finger, fantasizing that he was running his digit over a real, wet cunt. He had touched a cunt before, the gardener's daughter let the boys at school feel her for a dollar. But she didn't have one like this. Hers was sparsely furred and the slit was tiny, nothing like this fleshy abundance. Jerry could see a tiny knob of flesh at the top of the opening. He wondered if that was the thing the boy who had given him the picture had told him about. Supposedly you could just press on this nub of flesh and the girl would let you do anything you wanted. Jerry's hand moved faster on his pecker as he imagined what he would do. He put the picture aside and went on to the next.

In this picture a young red-headed woman was sucking a guy off. The girl's body wasn't as full as the other woman's, her breasts were small and tilted upwards. Jerry thought they looked like ripe fruit and wished he could bite into them. Her body was bent over, showing her luscious ass, and the contrast of her long red hair against the white ass made Jerry's heart stop. But the interesting thing was, her mouth was completely full, her lips distended around this enormous dick she was trying to swallow whole. Jerry looked at the man's genitals appreciatively and wondered if his would ever be that size.

The man's root was huge. It sprang from a nest of dense black curls, pointing straight up, obviously fully aroused. The head and about half the shaft were buried in the red head's sucking mouth. Her cheeks puffed out and around it, trying to accommodate the rod. One of the man's hands was caught in the girl's hair, holding her head steady, the other was squeezing one of her breasts. Her hands were cupped under his balls, one of them disappearing under his bottom. Jerry wondered what she was doing, then it came to him! She was feeling the guy's asshole! He shivered, wondering how it would feel to have a lady sucking on his dick and fingering his shithole at the same time. His hand stroked up and down his pecker in short quick strokes, then slowed. He could feel his cum building up, and he wanted to look at the rest of the pictures before he came. He flipped to the next one, his hand keeping a steady rhythm on his penis.

"Hoo, boy!" he breathed. This was the best one yet. In this picture a busty brunette was lying spreadeagled on the bed, her heavy breasts hanging to the side, her widespread thighs facing the camera. Above her, his dick still spurting, a man knelt. He had apparently just fucked her, for gobs of semen clung to her open vagina and dripped from the head of his softening prick.

The photographer had caught the moment perfectly. The woman's face was glazed with lust, her nipples still turgid with passion. Her open cunt seemed to quiver with its load of fresh sperm. Her twat hairs were coated with the sticky stuff, it was running down her legs and over her stomach. "Wow, he must've really shot a wad," Jerry breathed.

He wished it were his sperm that was dripping down the woman's outspread legs. He wondered how it felt to spurt into a cunt, to cover a woman with cum. His hand was moving furiously now. He wanted to cum, to pretend he was spurting all over the woman in the picture. "God, fuck me, baby," he said hoarsely, squeezing at his prick as he thought a cunt would. "I'm gonna shoot all over your twat!" The lewd words coming from his mouth excited him even more and he hurriedly turned to the next picture.

There were three people in this one. A woman knelt in the center, her full breasts hanging down loosely. Behind her, a dark man was plunging into her ass, his dick cleaving her buttocks neatly, his balls smashed against the full roudness of her buttocks. He was reaching under her with one hand, feeling her twat. In front of her another man was thrusting his turgid prick into her open mouth. He was holding her by the hair and pinching her breasts with his free hand. The woman seemed in an ecstatic trance, her mouth wide to receive the giant prick, her buttocks spread to accommodate the man behind her. Jerry couldn't decide which guy he'd rather be, the one with his prick buried in that hot asshole, or the one with his dick in the wet sucking mouth.

"Wow, shake it, baby," he murmured to the woman, feeling his pecker buried in the convulsing asshole. "Give me a ride!" He thrust wildly into his hand. He could feel his balls tightening and lifting, and knew he couldn't hold off any longer. The other pictures would have to wait. He jacked off furiously, his eyes glued to the lustful threesome, his mind whirling with the stimulus he had received. "Oh, fuck, fuck me, I'm cumming, suck it baby, I'm gonna shoot! I'm cummingggg!!" His young penis began spurting wildly, gobs of thick creamy cum jerking from the head in an endless stream, gushing through his hand, landing on the pictures, on his stomach, on the bedspread. Jerry couldn't remember ever cumming so much - it seemed like it would never end. Unbidden, a picture of his mother in her bikini flashed into his mind and he convulsed again, his tortured balls giving up the last burst of sperm. "Oh, oh, good!" he mumbled, turning over, rolling toward the edge of the bed.

And then he saw her. His mother. Standing in the doorway, her eyes fixed on his dangling penis, a strange expression on her face.

"Mom!" he gasped in horror. Of all the things he had imagined, he had never thought of his mom catching him jacking off. "Oh no, Mom!" He stared at her in abject amazement. He couldn't think what to do next. It was perfectly obvious what he had been doing, there was no way to hide his cum-smeared young hard-on and the assortment of pictures. Jerry wondered how long she had been standing there. Had she actually seen him cum? Through the embarrassment and fear that filled him, he was aware of a twinge of lust at the thought of his lovely mother watching him jack off.

"It's okay, dear, nothing to be ashamed of," Barbara said. "I'm sorry, I knocked, but I thought you said come in. It's perfectly normal. I didn't realize you were growing up so fast." Barbara smiled at her son, hoping her emotions were well hidden. For what she felt was not motherly at all, she was suffused with sudden lust! She had knocked at the boy's door, that was true, but she had heard his voice crying out lewd words, accompanied by grunts and moans. She hadn't been able to resist opening the door quietly, driven by curiosity and something else she couldn't name. And she had seen her son, his hand wrapped around his prick, jerking off as he writhed on the bed, his eyes fixed on a picture he held in his other hand. She blushed, remembering the picture, a woman being screwed in the ass while she blew another guy. Part of her wondered how it would feel to take on two men at once, but she quickly squelched that thought.

Her eyes had been full of her son's jumping dick. She couldn't move, couldn't force herself away. As he neared completion, her hand had strayed inside her robe and found her cunt dripping with moisture. When he came, she had plunged her finger into herself, frigging her clitoris desperately. She hadn't had time to cum, and she was in a state of aroused passion, her body aching with lust as she tried to calmly reassure herself that masturbation was normal.

Maybe that is, but what I'm feeling is perverted, wrong, immoral, she thought to herself. Screwing this afternoon was bad enough, this, this, this is a sin. No mother should think this way about her son. It's impossible, I must be insane! She drew her robe closely around her, as if she could shut away her depraved desires. "Don't worry about it, dear. I'll never come in your room and disturb you again. And please, don't worry. We'll forget about the whole episode. I'm going to get dressed for supper now. Pizza okay?" She smiled brightly at her son and backed out of the room, closing the door gently behind her.

Jerry still sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts in turmoil. He hadn't believed it when his mother had walked in on him. He still didn't in fact. But she had been real nice about it. She hadn't seemed too shocked or anything. Jerry blushed again. He didn't see how he could look her in the face again after what she'd seen! And if she knew that he'd been thinking about her when he came, Jerry winced. Still, she hadn't seemed horrified. In fact her expression had reminded him of someone. He thought a minute, then his eyes lit on the first picture, the one with the big blonde, her face glazed with lust. He stared at the picture wondering how it could remind him of his mom as she had stood in the doorway, then shrugged. He'd do what she had suggested, forget the whole thing, pretend it had never happened. But maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get one of his buddies to spend break with him. For some reason, Jerry didn't want to be in the house alone with his mother. Not if she was going to keep running around in bikinis and bathrobes!

Jerry clattered down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. "Okay, Mom, ready to go!" he sang out.

Barbara got up slowly from the couch and smiled at her son. She was dressed in a green dress with a low neckline, and as Jerry saw the twin swell of her breasts, his resolve hardened. He just couldn't stay alone with her, not thinking the thoughts he did! If Steve of Richard was here he could control himself better, could go off with them and try to ignore this sexy creature who happened to be his mother.

"Hey, Mom, would it be all right if I called up Steve and asked him to spend break with me? He didn't have anywhere to go. He's still at school. I told him I'd ask you and he could come up later if it was okay with you. He'll be finished with exams by tomorrow."

"Sure, hon," Barbara answered, aware of a pang of disappointment at not having her son to herself. "Call him right away, tell him I'd be glad to have him visit. I know you boys don't want to be around us old folks all the time!" She smiled at him lovingly, wishing she could see him without visualizing his young pecker spurting his hot, tasty-looking cream.

"Oh, it's not that, Mom! You're sure not old. I mean, it's just that I promised Steve, that is, he's all alone at school." Jerry floundered in explanation, hoping he hadn't hurt his mother by intimating that he didn't want to be around her.

"I understand, Jerry. Why don't you call him now, and then we'll go out for supper. I have a date with Mr. Greenway tonight. Will you be all right by yourself? I didn't know you were coming home, or I'd surely stay. I can break the date if you'd rather have me stay."

"Oh, no. I mean, I'll be fine. Got some reading to do, wouldn't be good company anyhow," Jerry stuttered, completely unnerved by the prospect of his mother remaining home.

"I guess so. You're a big boy now, after all," Barbara looked at her son, and they both flushed and looked away as they remembered what a big boy he was.

No, not a boy. He was almost a man now. Why did this thought hurt? Her own age? Life slipping away from her. Was this why she peddled that damned bicycle mile after tortuous mile? To somehow, some way, hold on to her youth?

She looked at her legs. They were tanned and muscular. "Bike freak," she said to herself, using the same intonation that young Jim had that day at the motel. But what could the damned bike do when her chin began to sag, or the crow's feet began to spider around her eyes? When would that be, five years, six years? What would she end up, a little old grey-haired lady with a trim, tight body that didn't match her false teeth?

She had read an advertisement in today's newspaper. A plastic surgeon saying he understood, the dilemma of the "aging woman." Eyelid-lifts, chin lifts, brow-creases eliminated. No. She wasn't to that yet. But how long would a lousy two-hundred dollar bicycle keep her young? Not long. Not long.







Chapter Four - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

Barbara sat in the dark bar with Jason Greenway, trying to smile and nod at the appropriate places in the conversation, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She was remembering her young lover of the afternoon, dwelling on his powerful physique and boyish face, recalling how expertly he had brought her smoldering passions into flame. She shivered slightly as she pictured her uninhibited enjoyment of the boy's advances, and a drop of moisture welled in her vagina. She pressed her legs together.

"Isn't that so, Barbara?" asked Jason.

"Oh. Yes, of course. You're absolutely right," Barbara murmured. Her cunt was itching and burning with repressed desire now, and she felt that she couldn't stand sitting here listening to him much longer. I don't want to be here, she thought boldly. I want to enjoy myself, dance, I want to fuck somebody, anybody. Her thoughts strayed to the exciting picture of her young son jerking off, and she moaned faintly as she tried to banish the wicked thought.

"I say, are you all right?" Jason peered at his companion's face worriedly. She had seemed strange all evening, abstracted. He remembered that her son had come home unexpectedly and wondered if that was disturbing her. "Are you worried about Jerry? He'll be fine. He's a grown man now, and you said his friend would be here tomorrow morning."

"Yes, I mean, no, I'm not worried," Barbara said, laughing wildly. If he only knew how worried I am! she thought to herself. "I'm fine."

"Well, if you don't mind my saying so, you look a trifle under the weather," Jason continued. "If you'd prefer to go home..."

"No, no, I want to dance!" Barbara said suddenly, standing up. "Come on, Jason, dance with me." Actually, she wanted to ride a bike!

"Certainly, my dear," Jason replied ponderously, sliding back his chair and joining her. He led her to the floor and put his arms about her correctly, leading her in a slow step.

Barbara felt the music enter her, and she swayed to the rhythm gracefully. She pressed close to her partner. Jason held himself stiffly as the woman pressed into him. He couldn't imagine what had gotten into her. She was practically embracing him in the middle of the dance floor! He drew back slightly. This would never do, mauling each other like a pair of horny teenagers! "Barbara," He pushed her away from him firmly and took charge again, leading her in correct steps. He sighed faintly with relief. He wanted her, certainly, but he preferred to court her slowly, in keeping with his age and station. And a proper courtship certainly didn't include getting an erection on the dance floor!

Barbara sighed in disappointment. No use, she thought. He's an old stick-in-the-mud. I wonder if he'll ever do anything at all with me, or just wait until we both die of old age! Out loud she said, "Jason, perhaps you're right. I'm not feeling very well at all. I guess we'd better go home."

"Certainly, my dear," Jason replied, relieved. Maybe he had imagined the wanton way she had pushed herself at him, after all, she was ill. He felt a slight twinge of regret as he led her to the car. Maybe he should speed things up a bit. She had had plenty of time to get over her unfortunate divorce. He resolved to go a bit farther than the customary kiss tonight. After all, he was a man, and getting tired of buying sex from the whores downtown! Perhaps he and Barbara could become engaged soon. He smiled at her benignly and opened the door. Barbara got in and sat morosely at the far side, next to the door. She didn't know what was wrong with her. First she'd fucked a boy young enough to be her son, then she watched her own son jack off and been terribly aroused by it, and now she practically attacked her staid boyfriend. All because of that tormenting itch between her legs. Angrily she chastised herself. Jason wasn't rejecting her, he was just trying to show how much he respected her. But I don't want to be respected, she thought. I want to be fucked! If only he'd satisfy me, get rid of these horrible, sinful yearnings. She looked appealingly at the man sitting next to her.

Jason reached over and slid an arm around Barbara's shoulders, then lowered his head and kissed her firmly on the lips. She stiffened, then relaxed against him, murmuring, kissing him back, using her teeth and tongue, sticking her soft wet tongue into his mouth and running it over his lips. His arms tightened around her, and he slid one hand down to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. Instantly, the nipple hardened and pressed against his palm.

She isn't wearing a bra, he thought in confusion. Nice women didn't act like this, according to his experience. His ex-wife certainly hadn't. She had been cold and stiff from the day he married her to the day she died. He had resigned himself to the fact, and had bought his sexual pleasures from willing young women. When Barbara had divorced her husband and he had begun to see her her as his future wife, he had treated her as befitted a nice woman, and she had never shown any signs of wanting anything else. Until now. Unbelieving, he massaged the warm breast in his hand, hearing the quickened breathing of the woman in his arms. She was squirming against him now, her dress hiked up over her thighs, inviting his hand to travel lower. In a daze, he dropped his hand, reaching under the hem of her dress and probing gently at the mound of her groin, covered with damp nylon. As his finger carefully snaked itself under the edge of her panties and crept into the damp warmth between her thighs, Barbara trembled convulsively and squirmed even nearer to him, her free hand fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

"Oh, Jason. Touch me, please..." she moaned, unzipping his pants and capturing his penis. He jumped at the shock of her touch. He couldn't believe any of this. He hadn't felt up a girl in the car since high school! His thick penis was hardening slowly in her hand and he pushed his finger into her damp crotch, amazed at the wetness.

"Barbara, maybe we should wait," he muttered. "Take you to my house."

"No! Here! Fuck me here!" Barbara hissed, pulling him against her. Her pulse was pounding. She had no other thought than to get his prick inside her twitching cunt. She jerked her skirt up around her waist, exposing her belly and nylon covered twat to his gaze. "Take off my panties and stick it in," she cried lewdly bumping her hips so that his finger slipped all the way in. "It feels so good, darling." He pulled her panties down her long legs and finger-fucked her methodically. His mind was awhirl with lust now. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He didn't care who she was or where they were, he hadn't been so excited in years. Grunting, he pulled his pecker free from her hand and hunched over her in the seat, not even bothering to pull down his trousers.

"All right, if that's what you want," he muttered, positioning himself at the opening of her womb.

"Hurry up, fuck me! I need it!" Barbara squealed, opening her thighs wide. Her head was mashed against the arm rest, and the steering wheel was digging into her legs, but she wanted to be fucked, now! She pulled him on top of her, opening wide for the invasion of his prick. She shut her eyes, every nerve atremble with the anticipation of having her hole filled.

"Hey, Mac! Cut it out, can't do that here!" a sharp voice interrupted. A flashlight swept the interior of the car, revealing Barbara, with her skirt bunched around her waist and her pussy bare. Jason hurriedly withdrew to one side of the car, trying to push his penis inside his pants. "Cover yourself," he hissed at Barbara. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. Imagine him, Jason Greenway, being caught in a parking lot with his pants down like some kid.

"Gimme your identification, buster," the policeman continued. Jason handed him his driver's license without a word. As the cop perused the license, he jerked Barbara's skirt over her thighs, glaring at her. She was just sitting there in a trance, her eyes unseeing. Jason felt his anger at her for getting him into this mess.

He patted her hand sympathetically. Barbara stared at him. She was furious. Just as she had been about to get a prick inside her this happened!

"Don't worry dear, I'm so sorry for this, couldn't control myself, never happen again," he soothed her. He was willing to believe now that he had taken advantage of her. After all that's how it should be. He squared his shoulders and patted her hand as she sobbed in rage and frustration.

"Okay, Mr. Greenway," the cop said, reluctantly handing back the papers. "Just don't let it happen again. Take the young lady somewhere else next time!" He leered at Barbara knowingly, then snapped off his flashlight and departed.

They drove off. Both were silent on the way home. As they drew up in front of her house, Barbara gathered up her purse, preparing to depart.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am," Jason began, detaining her. "I was carried away by your, ah, beauty. Perhaps it's best we were stopped. I wanted our first time to be perfect, not fumbling in a car like two kids! I'll call you tomorrow dear."

"Goodnight," Barbara said shortly, scrambling out of the car. Yeah, I'm sorry too, she thought furiously. Another minute, her pussy was still dripping wet and tingling with the need to be fucked. Oh well, I'll just go in and masturbate, she thought. Tomorrow, she felt the breeze hit her dripping twat and suddenly realized that her panties still lay in Jason's car. At the thought of his shock when he found them, she giggled and felt better.

Jerry felt better now. He had gone to bed early the night before, and hadn't even heard his mother return from her date. Steve would be here at around lunch time, and he could forget all about the day before. He fixed himself a bowl of cereal and consumed it methodically. His mother was still asleep upstairs, and he had no wish to see her yet anyway. He figured he'd take a swim after breakfast and then read until Steve got here.

Barbara staggered into the kitchen, stopping short at the sight of her son. She felt like she had a hangover. Her body was heavy and unfulfilled, and her masturbation having brought no relief the night before. Her cunt throbbed dully, aching.

"Oh. Jerry," she mumbled, keeping her eyes away from him. "Want anything else to eat?"

"No, Mom, that's okay," Jerry said nervously. He hadn't been prepared for the sight of his mother. She was wearing a thin blue bathrobe, and her hair was angled down her back. In the second before he turned away, he had seen the unfettered swell of her breasts against the robe, and his pulse jumped alarmingly. "I'm gonna take a swim. Steve will be here in a couple of hours. See ya!" Jerry jumped up from the table and rushed from the room, leaving his cereal unfininshed.

Barbara stared after him. The sight of her son hadn't aroused her in any way. Relieved, she pushed her hair back and fixed herself a cup of coffee. She drank her coffee slowly, thinking of how nice it would be to have a husband to quell her lust, a good, strong man to depend on. I don't know what came over me yesterday, but it'll never happen again, she promised herself. I think I'll even take a swim with Jerry, to show it was all nonsense! I must have imagined all those things. I couldn't seriously want to fuck my son! She laughed at her fantasies, secure now that she would soon have a way out of her difficulties.

Jerry clattered down the stairs dressed in his bathing trunks. He could see his mother in the kitchen, drinking her coffee, and he breathed a sigh of relief as she rinsed out her cup and disappeared upstairs.

"Now if she'll just stay away this morning, I'll be okay," he muttered to himself, diving into the pool. He didn't understand his reactions of yesterday. He knew his mother was a fine, pure woman who would have been horrified at his evil fantasies. He would always be grateful for her calm acceptance of his masturbation, though, he decided, swimming around the pool.

He swam vigorously, determined to live up to the image he imagined his mother had of him. As he began his fifth lap, he looked up and saw his mother approaching the pool. She had on a white bathing suit, different from yesterday's, but no less revealing. Her full breasts spilled out of the top, and the bottom threatened to fall from her rounded hips at any moment.

Oh, wow, Jerry thought wildly, staring. She looked a hundred times better than any of the girls in the pictures. And she was here. Right in front of him. He took a deep breath and dove under water, trying to ignore the involuntary hardening of his prick. He swam under the water with bursting ears and tight loins, wondering miserably how the hell he was going to get out of the pool with a hard-on. Finally he surfaced and regarded her warily from the far side of the pool.

"Hope you don't mind me joining you!" Barbara called gaily.

"Oh, no, Mom, fine," Jerry replied, treading water, trying to keep the lower part of his body turned away from her. It was under water, but the pool was crystal clear, and his pulsing erection could plainly be seen.

Barbara dove cleanly into the water and surfaced shaking her head like a puppy. "Whew! Feels good!" she cried, swimming over to her son. He turned his back to her and inched away from her, trying not to be too obvious. The cool water was having absolutely no effect on his erection. It throbbed unceasingly between his legs, growing bigger by the minute.

"Wanna race?" he croaked.

"Sure! Five laps?" Barbara said vivaciously. The water was soothing her jangled nerves. She looked fondly at her son, wondering how she had ever entertained such lustful thoughts about him. Why, he's just a little boy, she assured herself. "Let's go!" She struck off, turning her head briefly to insure that Jerry was racing with her, then settled down to swimming in earnest. As she finished the last lap, she pulled herself onto the side of the pool. Her exhileration faded as she watched her son swimming slowly toward her. His face was contorted in a grimace as he swam jerkily. She stood up, worried. Jerry was an excellent swimmer and should have beat her hands down.

"Are you all right, dear?" she called. Maybe he has a cramp! she thought, diving back into the pool and swimming to her son.

"I'm okay, Mom, leave me alone," Jerry gasped. Barbara put her arm around him as he paddled slowly to the shallow end. "For Pete's sake!" he cried, throwing off her arm. "I'm okay."

Barbara stared at her son, puzzled. Her glance went over him and rested on his groin, as if drawn by a magnet. The magnet of his pulsing erection pushing out the thin material of his trunks.

"Oh, Jerry," she whispered. Her mind wavered. She reached out a hand and gently touched the lump at his crotch, her fingers stroking. Her hand had a will of its own. She watched dazed, as she squeezed her son's penis. The scene blurred before her eyes as an electric thrill ran through her. She caressed Jerry's rock-hard projection, staring at him, her eyes glazed, her mouth open. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing and the burning in her cunt spread through her body, making her legs weak and shaky.

"Mom!" Jerry cried in anguish. He didn't know what was happening. One minute he had been swimming painfully, impeded by his arousal, the next his mother was stroking him, staring at him with a strange expression in her eyes. His prick jumped under her fingers and his hands burned to grasp her heaving breasts.

At his voice, Barbara shook herself, emerging from a dream of lust to reality. Her hand dropped, she floundered backwards in the water as she plunged to shore. Her only thought was to get out of here, away from the scene of her betrayal. God, what am I doing? Evil, wicked, oh my Lord! INCEST! she thought, horrified. She left her son without a word, stumbling from the pool, racing upstairs.

Jerry just stood there. "Mom, come back," he called forlornly. Somehow he had to comfort her, to let her know it was all right. He had never seen such a look of terror on anyone's face before. He jumped out of the pool and ran after her, too late. He heard the car roar off outside and slumped against the front door, oblivious of his wetness. His prick still throbbed. It wanted back the hand that had stroked it so lovingly. He shook his head and went back inside dispiritedly to wait for his friend Steve. He wanted desperately to be a child again. He didn't know what he was going to say to his mother, or do about this situation, but he did know that he had grown a lot older in the last half hour. Grown from the touch of his mother's hand...







Chapter Four - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

Barbara sat in the dark bar with Jason Greenway, trying to smile and nod at the appropriate places in the conversation, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She was remembering her young lover of the afternoon, dwelling on his powerful physique and boyish face, recalling how expertly he had brought her smoldering passions into flame. She shivered slightly as she pictured her uninhibited enjoyment of the boy's advances, and a drop of moisture welled in her vagina. She pressed her legs together.

"Isn't that so, Barbara?" asked Jason.

"Oh. Yes, of course. You're absolutely right," Barbara murmured. Her cunt was itching and burning with repressed desire now, and she felt that she couldn't stand sitting here listening to him much longer. I don't want to be here, she thought boldly. I want to enjoy myself, dance, I want to fuck somebody, anybody. Her thoughts strayed to the exciting picture of her young son jerking off, and she moaned faintly as she tried to banish the wicked thought.

"I say, are you all right?" Jason peered at his companion's face worriedly. She had seemed strange all evening, abstracted. He remembered that her son had come home unexpectedly and wondered if that was disturbing her. "Are you worried about Jerry? He'll be fine. He's a grown man now, and you said his friend would be here tomorrow morning."

"Yes, I mean, no, I'm not worried," Barbara said, laughing wildly. If he only knew how worried I am! she thought to herself. "I'm fine."

"Well, if you don't mind my saying so, you look a trifle under the weather," Jason continued. "If you'd prefer to go home..."

"No, no, I want to dance!" Barbara said suddenly, standing up. "Come on, Jason, dance with me." Actually, she wanted to ride a bike!

"Certainly, my dear," Jason replied ponderously, sliding back his chair and joining her. He led her to the floor and put his arms about her correctly, leading her in a slow step.

Barbara felt the music enter her, and she swayed to the rhythm gracefully. She pressed close to her partner. Jason held himself stiffly as the woman pressed into him. He couldn't imagine what had gotten into her. She was practically embracing him in the middle of the dance floor! He drew back slightly. This would never do, mauling each other like a pair of horny teenagers! "Barbara," He pushed her away from him firmly and took charge again, leading her in correct steps. He sighed faintly with relief. He wanted her, certainly, but he preferred to court her slowly, in keeping with his age and station. And a proper courtship certainly didn't include getting an erection on the dance floor!

Barbara sighed in disappointment. No use, she thought. He's an old stick-in-the-mud. I wonder if he'll ever do anything at all with me, or just wait until we both die of old age! Out loud she said, "Jason, perhaps you're right. I'm not feeling very well at all. I guess we'd better go home."

"Certainly, my dear," Jason replied, relieved. Maybe he had imagined the wanton way she had pushed herself at him, after all, she was ill. He felt a slight twinge of regret as he led her to the car. Maybe he should speed things up a bit. She had had plenty of time to get over her unfortunate divorce. He resolved to go a bit farther than the customary kiss tonight. After all, he was a man, and getting tired of buying sex from the whores downtown! Perhaps he and Barbara could become engaged soon. He smiled at her benignly and opened the door. Barbara got in and sat morosely at the far side, next to the door. She didn't know what was wrong with her. First she'd fucked a boy young enough to be her son, then she watched her own son jack off and been terribly aroused by it, and now she practically attacked her staid boyfriend. All because of that tormenting itch between her legs. Angrily she chastised herself. Jason wasn't rejecting her, he was just trying to show how much he respected her. But I don't want to be respected, she thought. I want to be fucked! If only he'd satisfy me, get rid of these horrible, sinful yearnings. She looked appealingly at the man sitting next to her.

Jason reached over and slid an arm around Barbara's shoulders, then lowered his head and kissed her firmly on the lips. She stiffened, then relaxed against him, murmuring, kissing him back, using her teeth and tongue, sticking her soft wet tongue into his mouth and running it over his lips. His arms tightened around her, and he slid one hand down to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. Instantly, the nipple hardened and pressed against his palm.

She isn't wearing a bra, he thought in confusion. Nice women didn't act like this, according to his experience. His ex-wife certainly hadn't. She had been cold and stiff from the day he married her to the day she died. He had resigned himself to the fact, and had bought his sexual pleasures from willing young women. When Barbara had divorced her husband and he had begun to see her her as his future wife, he had treated her as befitted a nice woman, and she had never shown any signs of wanting anything else. Until now. Unbelieving, he massaged the warm breast in his hand, hearing the quickened breathing of the woman in his arms. She was squirming against him now, her dress hiked up over her thighs, inviting his hand to travel lower. In a daze, he dropped his hand, reaching under the hem of her dress and probing gently at the mound of her groin, covered with damp nylon. As his finger carefully snaked itself under the edge of her panties and crept into the damp warmth between her thighs, Barbara trembled convulsively and squirmed even nearer to him, her free hand fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

"Oh, Jason. Touch me, please..." she moaned, unzipping his pants and capturing his penis. He jumped at the shock of her touch. He couldn't believe any of this. He hadn't felt up a girl in the car since high school! His thick penis was hardening slowly in her hand and he pushed his finger into her damp crotch, amazed at the wetness.

"Barbara, maybe we should wait," he muttered. "Take you to my house."

"No! Here! Fuck me here!" Barbara hissed, pulling him against her. Her pulse was pounding. She had no other thought than to get his prick inside her twitching cunt. She jerked her skirt up around her waist, exposing her belly and nylon covered twat to his gaze. "Take off my panties and stick it in," she cried lewdly bumping her hips so that his finger slipped all the way in. "It feels so good, darling." He pulled her panties down her long legs and finger-fucked her methodically. His mind was awhirl with lust now. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He didn't care who she was or where they were, he hadn't been so excited in years. Grunting, he pulled his pecker free from her hand and hunched over her in the seat, not even bothering to pull down his trousers.

"All right, if that's what you want," he muttered, positioning himself at the opening of her womb.

"Hurry up, fuck me! I need it!" Barbara squealed, opening her thighs wide. Her head was mashed against the arm rest, and the steering wheel was digging into her legs, but she wanted to be fucked, now! She pulled him on top of her, opening wide for the invasion of his prick. She shut her eyes, every nerve atremble with the anticipation of having her hole filled.

"Hey, Mac! Cut it out, can't do that here!" a sharp voice interrupted. A flashlight swept the interior of the car, revealing Barbara, with her skirt bunched around her waist and her pussy bare. Jason hurriedly withdrew to one side of the car, trying to push his penis inside his pants. "Cover yourself," he hissed at Barbara. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. Imagine him, Jason Greenway, being caught in a parking lot with his pants down like some kid.

"Gimme your identification, buster," the policeman continued. Jason handed him his driver's license without a word. As the cop perused the license, he jerked Barbara's skirt over her thighs, glaring at her. She was just sitting there in a trance, her eyes unseeing. Jason felt his anger at her for getting him into this mess.

He patted her hand sympathetically. Barbara stared at him. She was furious. Just as she had been about to get a prick inside her this happened!

"Don't worry dear, I'm so sorry for this, couldn't control myself, never happen again," he soothed her. He was willing to believe now that he had taken advantage of her. After all that's how it should be. He squared his shoulders and patted her hand as she sobbed in rage and frustration.

"Okay, Mr. Greenway," the cop said, reluctantly handing back the papers. "Just don't let it happen again. Take the young lady somewhere else next time!" He leered at Barbara knowingly, then snapped off his flashlight and departed.

They drove off. Both were silent on the way home. As they drew up in front of her house, Barbara gathered up her purse, preparing to depart.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am," Jason began, detaining her. "I was carried away by your, ah, beauty. Perhaps it's best we were stopped. I wanted our first time to be perfect, not fumbling in a car like two kids! I'll call you tomorrow dear."

"Goodnight," Barbara said shortly, scrambling out of the car. Yeah, I'm sorry too, she thought furiously. Another minute, her pussy was still dripping wet and tingling with the need to be fucked. Oh well, I'll just go in and masturbate, she thought. Tomorrow, she felt the breeze hit her dripping twat and suddenly realized that her panties still lay in Jason's car. At the thought of his shock when he found them, she giggled and felt better.

Jerry felt better now. He had gone to bed early the night before, and hadn't even heard his mother return from her date. Steve would be here at around lunch time, and he could forget all about the day before. He fixed himself a bowl of cereal and consumed it methodically. His mother was still asleep upstairs, and he had no wish to see her yet anyway. He figured he'd take a swim after breakfast and then read until Steve got here.

Barbara staggered into the kitchen, stopping short at the sight of her son. She felt like she had a hangover. Her body was heavy and unfulfilled, and her masturbation having brought no relief the night before. Her cunt throbbed dully, aching.

"Oh. Jerry," she mumbled, keeping her eyes away from him. "Want anything else to eat?"

"No, Mom, that's okay," Jerry said nervously. He hadn't been prepared for the sight of his mother. She was wearing a thin blue bathrobe, and her hair was angled down her back. In the second before he turned away, he had seen the unfettered swell of her breasts against the robe, and his pulse jumped alarmingly. "I'm gonna take a swim. Steve will be here in a couple of hours. See ya!" Jerry jumped up from the table and rushed from the room, leaving his cereal unfininshed.

Barbara stared after him. The sight of her son hadn't aroused her in any way. Relieved, she pushed her hair back and fixed herself a cup of coffee. She drank her coffee slowly, thinking of how nice it would be to have a husband to quell her lust, a good, strong man to depend on. I don't know what came over me yesterday, but it'll never happen again, she promised herself. I think I'll even take a swim with Jerry, to show it was all nonsense! I must have imagined all those things. I couldn't seriously want to fuck my son! She laughed at her fantasies, secure now that she would soon have a way out of her difficulties.

Jerry clattered down the stairs dressed in his bathing trunks. He could see his mother in the kitchen, drinking her coffee, and he breathed a sigh of relief as she rinsed out her cup and disappeared upstairs.

"Now if she'll just stay away this morning, I'll be okay," he muttered to himself, diving into the pool. He didn't understand his reactions of yesterday. He knew his mother was a fine, pure woman who would have been horrified at his evil fantasies. He would always be grateful for her calm acceptance of his masturbation, though, he decided, swimming around the pool.

He swam vigorously, determined to live up to the image he imagined his mother had of him. As he began his fifth lap, he looked up and saw his mother approaching the pool. She had on a white bathing suit, different from yesterday's, but no less revealing. Her full breasts spilled out of the top, and the bottom threatened to fall from her rounded hips at any moment.

Oh, wow, Jerry thought wildly, staring. She looked a hundred times better than any of the girls in the pictures. And she was here. Right in front of him. He took a deep breath and dove under water, trying to ignore the involuntary hardening of his prick. He swam under the water with bursting ears and tight loins, wondering miserably how the hell he was going to get out of the pool with a hard-on. Finally he surfaced and regarded her warily from the far side of the pool.

"Hope you don't mind me joining you!" Barbara called gaily.

"Oh, no, Mom, fine," Jerry replied, treading water, trying to keep the lower part of his body turned away from her. It was under water, but the pool was crystal clear, and his pulsing erection could plainly be seen.

Barbara dove cleanly into the water and surfaced shaking her head like a puppy. "Whew! Feels good!" she cried, swimming over to her son. He turned his back to her and inched away from her, trying not to be too obvious. The cool water was having absolutely no effect on his erection. It throbbed unceasingly between his legs, growing bigger by the minute.

"Wanna race?" he croaked.

"Sure! Five laps?" Barbara said vivaciously. The water was soothing her jangled nerves. She looked fondly at her son, wondering how she had ever entertained such lustful thoughts about him. Why, he's just a little boy, she assured herself. "Let's go!" She struck off, turning her head briefly to insure that Jerry was racing with her, then settled down to swimming in earnest. As she finished the last lap, she pulled herself onto the side of the pool. Her exhileration faded as she watched her son swimming slowly toward her. His face was contorted in a grimace as he swam jerkily. She stood up, worried. Jerry was an excellent swimmer and should have beat her hands down.

"Are you all right, dear?" she called. Maybe he has a cramp! she thought, diving back into the pool and swimming to her son.

"I'm okay, Mom, leave me alone," Jerry gasped. Barbara put her arm around him as he paddled slowly to the shallow end. "For Pete's sake!" he cried, throwing off her arm. "I'm okay."

Barbara stared at her son, puzzled. Her glance went over him and rested on his groin, as if drawn by a magnet. The magnet of his pulsing erection pushing out the thin material of his trunks.

"Oh, Jerry," she whispered. Her mind wavered. She reached out a hand and gently touched the lump at his crotch, her fingers stroking. Her hand had a will of its own. She watched dazed, as she squeezed her son's penis. The scene blurred before her eyes as an electric thrill ran through her. She caressed Jerry's rock-hard projection, staring at him, her eyes glazed, her mouth open. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing and the burning in her cunt spread through her body, making her legs weak and shaky.

"Mom!" Jerry cried in anguish. He didn't know what was happening. One minute he had been swimming painfully, impeded by his arousal, the next his mother was stroking him, staring at him with a strange expression in her eyes. His prick jumped under her fingers and his hands burned to grasp her heaving breasts.

At his voice, Barbara shook herself, emerging from a dream of lust to reality. Her hand dropped, she floundered backwards in the water as she plunged to shore. Her only thought was to get out of here, away from the scene of her betrayal. God, what am I doing? Evil, wicked, oh my Lord! INCEST! she thought, horrified. She left her son without a word, stumbling from the pool, racing upstairs.

Jerry just stood there. "Mom, come back," he called forlornly. Somehow he had to comfort her, to let her know it was all right. He had never seen such a look of terror on anyone's face before. He jumped out of the pool and ran after her, too late. He heard the car roar off outside and slumped against the front door, oblivious of his wetness. His prick still throbbed. It wanted back the hand that had stroked it so lovingly. He shook his head and went back inside dispiritedly to wait for his friend Steve. He wanted desperately to be a child again. He didn't know what he was going to say to his mother, or do about this situation, but he did know that he had grown a lot older in the last half hour. Grown from the touch of his mother's hand...



Chapter Six - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

Buddy opened the door to his shack and stared out foggily. He was stoned out of his mind and he didn't recognize the woman who stood in his door, looking at him uncertainly. He stared at her, his eyes going over her tanned body in the skimpy white bikini, her disheveled red hair, her flushed face. He didn't know who she was but he liked what he saw! He narrowed his eyes and looked her over again, his eyes dwelling on her full breasts and the tender curve of her waist flaring into rounded hips, the white strip of cloth only emphasizing the mound of her pubis. "Wow," he breathed. "I must be really fucked up. You gotta be a vision. Goddamn, I wish all my hallucinations were like this!" "She's real, man!" Skip crowed from behind her. Buddy focused his eyes and saw his friend. He hadn't noticed him before. He had been too wrapped up in Barbara's charms. "Hey, Skip! Jesus. I thought I was tripping or something! What a fucking beautiful chick. What's her name?" He stood back motioning them inside. "Barbara Anderson," Barbara murmured. She was slightly embarrassed. She knew she was a mess, and the slender boy was staring at her like he wanted to eat her alive! She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He was taller than Skip, but much more slender, with long straight dark hair curling wildly around his head and over his shoulders. He was burned very dark by the sun, and he was only wearing a pair of faded cut-offs that did nothing to hide the bulge at his crotch. He saw where she was staring and laughed unselfconsciously. "Well-come in, Barbie, babe. You, too, Skip!" He took her arm and led her into his dark two-room shack. "Sit down. Want a beer? Coke? To drink that is!" He laughed, showing white teeth in his tanned face. Barbara looked around warily. She had never been in any place like this before. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see that one end of the room was covered with pillows. This was apparently bed and couch. A candle glimmered faintly on the shelf, providing the only illumination, and a strange smell floated on the air. The room was thick with smoke, and Barbara peered through it, making out a few brightly colored posters on the walls. An old refrigerator stood in one corner with a hot plate beside it, and a curtained door led to the other room. "I need a shower, Buddy," Skip said. "Wanna join me, Barbara?" Barbara looked at him, realizing it was the first time he'd called her by her name. She blushed vividly, glad that the dark hid her burning cheeks. She was embarrassed at his calm assumption that she'd take a shower with him. It pointed out the relationship between them. She looked at Buddy to see how he was taking it. He didn't seem perturbed at all. He padded to the refrigerator and took out a beer. Probably used to guys coming over with their-chicks, she told herself, wondering briefly how many girls Skip had brought here. But it doesn't matter, I'm here now! She smiled brazenly at both boys. "Sure," she answered easily. Skip sighed in relief. He'd been afraid she would freeze on him for a minute. But she was smiling widely at him, picking her way through the dark to his side. "Should be a towel in there," Buddy said non-committally, plopping onto the cushions and balancing his beer beside him. "I'll roll a couple of J's for us. Don't take all day in there." Barbara watched in fascination as he extracted a plastic baggie from behind the cushions and began to tap some of the contents onto a piece of paper. "Damn shit's fulla seeds," Buddy grumbled, intent on his task. "Come on, honey, you heard the man! Let's hurry," Skip said, giving her a friendly whack on the buttocks. They went through the curtained door into a tiny bathroom. A limp towel hung on a nail. Barbara looked at the room in horror. There was a puddle of water on the floor, and the towel was obviously far from fresh. But she stepped into the shower, shedding her clammy swim suit, determined not to make any disparaging remarks. You asked for it, she told herself grimly. As the lukewarm water hit her body, she relaxed, sighing. She realized that she would put ups with this and much more to feel Skip's dick inside her. When you have great sex, the outer trappings are unimportant. "Is there any soap?" she asked timidly, adjusting the spray. "Should be some up here," Skip replied, stepping into the tiny cubicle and reaching onto the window ledge. "Here you go. You wash me and I'll do you." He handed her the bar of soap. Barbara took it in her wet hands, rubbing it, building up lather. She started on his chest, swirling the soap over his firm muscles. They were pressed close together in the small shower, the water pouring over their heads. Her nipples brushed against his chest as she soaped him, and shivered as hot points of fire radiated through her body. She felt something pushing firmly into her belly and glanced down. His prick was rising, jamming into her stomach. She grinned up at him and ran her hands over his flat stomach, feeling him suck in his breath sharply at her touch. Teasingly, she slid her hands lower, lathering under his balls and along the length of his shaft, slipping her hands between his legs and running her finger in the crack of his ass. He was breathing heavily now, his prick standing at rigid attention at the touch of her hands. "Oh, baby, beautiful," he whispered, nuzzling at her damp face. She raised her mouth to his and they exchanged a passionate kiss, tongues meshing, the water pouring over their heads. She lifted herself on tiptoe and pressed into him, mashing her breasts against his slippery chest, grinding her pelvis against his erection. His hands cupped under her asscheeks, bringing her against him, his fingers probing her twat from behind. His fingers played with her puffy cuntlips, sliding into her groove and inflaming her passion. "Yes, darling," she hissed into his mouth. "Oh, God, it's so good ... I love it." She kissed him fiercely, drinking in his breath, grinding her lips against his. His hand was between their bodies, sliding over her breasts, rubbing her stomach, dipping lower and feeling inside her slippery cunt, tweaking the tender flesh until she thought she'd scream. The water beat against her sensitive flesh. It seemed like a thousand hands were probing her body, demanding admittance. She spread her legs wide and braced herself against the shower wall. "Take me, Skip. Fuck me, here," she gasped, lust flooding her. Gone was any embarrassment, any uncertainty about the situation. Her flesh wanted his cock and that was enough. Skip backed her against the tiles, pushing against the wall. He fitted the cheeks of her ass into his hands and lifted her against him, his prick sliding into her canal as if it were greased. And it was. Her pussy was pouring forth copious lubrication. She was ready for him. She felt his pecker slide into her little by little, until she was completely impaled on the hot pole. Skip smiled at her and she returned the smile, tightening her muscles around his cock to show him how much she loved it. "That's it, baby, all the way in," Skip wheezed, pulling her firmly against him. He braced her against the tiles and began fucking in and out with long slow strokes. The water felt cool now in comparison to their burning bodies. Barbara's skin was hot to the touch, and inside her cunt Skip's pecker felt like it was burning off, encased in the firey vise of her pussy. It was slick and wet inside with the consistency of soft butter, except when she clenched her muscles. He drove into her, grunting beneath his breath. "Uh-uh-uh ... fuck me, baby. Use that cunt! It's like a fucking hand on my cock. Oh Jesus ... good hot fucking mama." Barbara rode his prick, sliding back and forth. Her backside banged against the wall with every stroke. Her breasts shook under the force of his strokes, and the water pouring over them made it seem like a dream - a beautiful dream of endless fucking! She rotated her hips on his plunging shaft, rubbing her clit against his pubic bush. The scratchy sensation on that sensitive organ was driving her fast to orgasm. Another minute - she bounded against him, mashing her cunt against him, screwing herself up and down his pole. "I'm gonna cum, baby," Skip warned. "Hold tight. Fuck me good, hot mama, show me how you can shake that ass!" He pumped into her violently, and she felt the familiar tremor in his shaft that preceded orgasm. She rubbed violently against him, forcing herself to hurry. He'd be cumming any minute, and she had to make it. "Oh, don't stop! Just a little more," she pleaded, feeling her orgasm fluttering in the pit of her stomach, flinging tendrils of heat along her nerves. "I'll try," Skip grunted, his hands squeezed her buttocks mercilessly. His finger found the entrance to her back end and plunged in, stabbing her asshole. He felt her spasm against him and thankfully let go. He pounded into her, his ass moving in quick short jabs, then he burst inside her, his jism rushing up the long tube of his cock and gushing into her as she came in a flood of pussy juice. "Ohhhh ..." she groaned as his semen hit her, soothing her battered insides. She felt like she could fuck for hours, it was so good! He slipped out of her and they slumped against the wall of the shower, grinning at each other weakly. "Hot stuff!" he said teasingly, flicking her nipples. "Can't even take a shower without turning on! You're really one sexy lady. I don't know what I'm gonna do with you!" He took the soap from her hands. Somehow, she had held it throughout their fierce bout! "Now hold still while I wash you. And try to control yourself!" He laughed at her and began soaping her breasts. "Yes, sir," she answered happily. She closed her eyes. "Hey you guys! Hurry it up," Buddy called. "Don't fuck all day. Save it for a while!" Skip and Barbara smiled at each other. "Don't worry, Buddy, she can fuck all day and then some!" Skip answered. Barbara blushed, then giggled at her young lover. I don't care she thought fiercely. I don't care what people think or what happens - I'm just going to have fun! "Well, you heard the man!" she told Skip, repeating his earlier words teasingly. "Let's hurry and see what he's up to." "As if I didn't know," Skip grumbled, turning off the shower. "Oh, well, cast aside. Here, lady, dry yourself on this if you can!" He handed her the towel gingerly, grinning widely. "Hey, Buddy! Don't you have another towel in this dump?" Buddy appeared through the curtain and threw Skip a red cloth. "Use the bedspread. I need to get some more towels. I used to have some, but they're gone now." He grinned comically, lounging in the doorway. "God the floor's sopping wet. You must have fucked up a storm in here!" He looked at Barbara, his eyes taking in all of her damp body. "Wow, you're really a beautiful chick," he said sincerely. Barbara was embarrassed in spite of herself. She wasn't used to this completely matter-of-fact acceptance of sex. She was determined to brazen it out, to act as if this were an everyday occurrence for her. She smiled at Buddy, reaching up and fluffing her wet hair with her fingers, knowing that the movement of her arms brought her breasts into full globes. Her nipples were still erect from her recent lovemaking, and they stuck out of her brownish areolas. "Thank you, Buddy," she answered demurely. "Glad you approve," She brought the towel between her legs and rubbed back and forth against her damp snatch, watching his face. "Jesus! I can't stand it!" Buddy said, watching her admiringly. "Where did you find her? No, don't tell me, I'd rather guess. She's gotta be some kind of food for the gods!" He kissed her fingers extravagantly. "Don't mind Buddy. He's crazy," Skip offered. He threw the red bedspread into a damp corner and turned to his mistress. "Wanna beer or something? I'm thirsty as shit!" "Sure," Barbara replied, tossing her towel on top of his and stepping out of the shower stark naked. "Lead me to it!" She walked through the door, her breasts bobbling, brushing casually against the boy lounging in the doorway. As she entered the other room, she looked back at the two guys. "Well? Don't keep a lady waiting! she said. "You heard the lady!" both boys said together, looking at each other and bursting into laughter. Skip went over to Barbara and threw an arm around her waist, leading her to the pile of cushions and pulling her down. They fell in a heap, giggling, arms and legs entwined. Buddy dropped beside them and lay back, rummaging around until he found the cigarette that he had rolled earlier. He struck a match and lit it, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs and passing the joint to Barbara. "I don't smoke," she said, reclining against Skip and wondering what was going to happen now. She was a little peeved. She had expected both men to fall on her when they hit the cushions, and Buddy had just lain back and lit a cigarette! She wondered when they'd get down to business. "Go on, honey, take a drag. It's grass. You won't believe how it is to fuck on grass," Skip told her. Barbara shrugged. Why not, she thought. I've done everything else. I may as well try this too. She took the stick gingerly between thumb and forefinger and brought it to her lips, drawing the smoke into her lungs. She coughed violently, her eyes watering. "Hold the smoke," Buddy said, patting her on the back. "Just a couple of drags'll do it. This is dynamite weed." Barbara gamely drew some more smoke into her lungs and held her breath until she thought her ears would burst, then let it out. She was surprised to see only a small puff of smoke issue from her mouth. She looked at Buddy for approval. "Far out," he said nodding. "You and Skip share that one, I'm fucked up already." He was lying back in the nest of cushions, one hand lazily stroking his penis. Barbara stared at him. Somehow, he had removed his cut-offs and was as nude as she and Skip. She watched him fixedly, mesmerized by the action of his hand on his cock. Everything seemed slowed down, heightened. She took another drag from the joint Skip offered, never taking her eyes off Buddy's penis. It's longer than Skip's, and thinner, she thought dreamily. And his balls are huge. Suddenly she heard her voice saying. "You've got a beautiful cock, Buddy, I'd like to suck it. I'd love to taste your dick!" She was surprised. It didn't sound like her voice at all. "Sure, baby," Buddy said lazily. "Come here. Are you feeling good now?" "Oh yes ... soooo goood ... I want to blow you. It'll taste so good," Barbara murmured, crawling towards him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she reached him, sliding beside him, her face inches away from his cock. She lapped at it, swirling her tongue through his coarse bush of hair, nuzzling at the base of his cock. She made little mewling sounds as she licked around his cock, sliding her tongue up one side and down the other, licking under the head, sticking the tip of her tongue in the hole. She sucked gently on the tip, drawing his pre-cum fluids into her mouth, slobbering all over the head of his prick, drawing it into her mouth, sucking, sucking, her mouth slid lower, drawing his long thin prick into the wet cavern of her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, then relaxing her muscles and taking it in full length, down to the balls. She choked a little, but continued sucking, her cheeks caving in with the pressure, exerting an even pressure on the whole shaft. "Jesus! What a chick. She's taking the whole thing," Buddy groaned, twining his fingers in her hair and smashing her face against him. Her nose was buried in his hair and she snuffled as she fought for breath, but the incredible pressure did not stop. "God! She's like a fucking vacuum!" "Yeah," Skip agreed. He was watching Barbara blow his friend, noting the way her head bobbed up and down as she took it all in, watching her lips gripping firmly on the shaft. "It's in her throat, Buddy. Jeez! Look at her go!" Skip slid nearer to get a better view, sliding his hand between Barbara's legs as he did. "She's dripping wet already!" he cried. "Shit. I think I'm gonna eat me some pussy," he mumbled, probing at Barbara's slit. She was kneeling in front of Buddy, busy with his cock, and didn't notice as Skip slid his head between her legs from behind. He cupped his hand over her ass and pulled her dripping twat into his face, inhaling the odor of excited pussy. She jumped as his tongue snaked into her, then hunched violently into his face, mashing herself into his mouth. She was bobbing her head up and down on Buddy's prick now, using her lips and teeth as a ridge, exerting maximum pressure. Buddy pumped up into her mouth. He could see Skip's hands grasping her ass as his friend lapped her pussy. "Yeah, eat her out, Skip," he called. "Sit on his face, honey, and suck me good. Goddamn, that's some action ... far out! Fantastic! Suck me, sugar ... milk my balls. Squeeze my balls, baby. Yeah, man! That's it!" He watched his pecker sink into her mouth, feeling the rasp of her tongue. "The head. Suck the head harder, baby. Yeah! Get it on!" Skip slurped up Barbara's juices, running his tongue up and down her slot, nibbling at her clitoris, sucking the whole vulva into his mouth with smacking noises. She seemed to be coming constantly, pouring a flood of sticky fluid down his throat, trembling under his hands. His prick was erect again, pulsing between his legs, but he was too intent on eating her cum to bother about it now. Barbara sucked at Buddy's dick like a candy stick. Spittle ran out of her mouth, dripping down his shaft and matting in his pubic hair. She felt like she'd been eating him for hours. Her tongue knew every ridge of his prick by heart and titillated the most sensitive areas knowingly. She was in a continuous flow of orgasm, unbearably excited by Skip's tongue in her twat and Buddy's cock in her mouth. She wanted him to cum. She wanted to taste his thick sperm. She sucked harder, digging her finger under him to probe his asshole, grinding her cunt into Skip's face. His lips had clamped onto her clit now, and he was thrumming it with his tongue, sending incredible flashes of pleasure through her. She shook in the grasp of endless orgasm. It was going on forever. Time stood still as the three bodies writhed on the cushions, pleasuring each other with hand and tongue. Skip thrust a finger up her asshole and massaged her there, his other hand joining his tongue in her cunt, two fingers sliding into her distended hole. She bucked against his hand, sending his fingers up the slick canal, her cunt spasming and gushing. She slid her hand under Buddy's ass and rammed her forefinger into his asshole, massaging his prostate, while her thumb probed at the sensitive spot at the base of his prick. She felt his balls lift and harden in their wrinkled sac and knew that he was near orgasm. She held her mouth steady and he fucked upwards into it, using it like a cunt. "Hold on, baby. That's it! Jesus! I'm gonna shoot! Here it comes! Drink my cum, baby, AHHHH! Uh-UH-Uh-SHIT! HERE IT COMES!" Buddy yelled, twisting his hips, screwing his pecker into her mouth. At the last moment she felt his prick jerk and swell against her teeth, then it was jerking wildly, spewing a fountain of cum down her throat. She swallowed greedily, drinking in every bit of the gooey stuff, gargling it around her mouth, feeling the texture with teeth and tongue. As she raised her head, smiling mistily and licking her lips, Skip pulled his head from under her cunt and positioned himself behind her. Buddy lay back on the bed, his prick relaxed against his leg. A few last droplets of jism oozed from the head of the penis, and Barbara dipped her head and lapped them off, cleaning him carefully. "Mmmm," she murmured to him. "Tastes good, lover, I love the taste of cum!" She grinned at him loosely, showing her teeth and tongue which had given him such pleasure. "Yeah. You're one fantastic little cocksucker, for sure," Buddy replied fondly, running his hands over her face and hair, touching her lips, inserting the tip of his finger between them. She licked his finger, running her tongue over it as if it were a cock. "Hey, Buddy," Skip grunted. "Hold her for me. I'm going in the back door." He was kneeling behind Barbara, his prick in his hand, spreading her cheeks with the other. He stuck one finger up her asshole and Barbara wiggled against it, looking back over her shoulder and smiling encouragingly. "Hey, man, she digs cornholing, too? Buddy asked, watching. He knew that not many women were really turned on by sodomy, and he was eager to see one who really enjoyed it. "This chick digs every fucking thing you can do to her, don'tcha baby? Skip grinned. He screwed his finger in and out of her anal passage and Barbara moaned and ground against him. "Oh, yes, yes - anything you want. Fuck me anywhere, any way. Just stick your beautiful cock in me," she babbled. She was really turned on. Her pussy was running continuously from the constant stimulation. Her head spun. She had never imagined sex could be like this, one experience after another, one wrenching cum after cum from tortured insides. And she didn't want to stop - ever! "Just ram it in dry, honey ... don't bother to spit on it. Just give it to me!" She shuddered, anticipating the delicious pain. Her eyes were fixed on Buddy now, watching his reactions. She wanted to see his face while his friend cornholed her. His watching made it even more exciting. "Play with my tits, Buddy honey," she asked. "Rub'em good while Skip fucks my ass!" Buddy obligingly slid down and grasped her hanging tits in both hands, squeezing the nipples between his fingers, feeling the weight of them in his palms. "Beautiful tits," he whispered, his breath mingling with hers. "I could really go for you big, honey. You're a far out chick." He bent down and kissed her open lips,lashing his tongue into her mouth, sucking her breath wit his. Barbara kissed him back noisily, slurping his saliva greedily. As Skip fitted the head of his cock in the tiny hole of her bowels, she pushed out like she was shitting, opening herself to him. He tensed his muscles and with one mighty shove, ripped into her dry ass, tearing aside the tender membranes. She screamed silently into Buddy's mouth, his lips muffling her cry of pain. He pulled at her tits fiercely, mauling the sensitive flesh unmercifully, and pulled his head from hers, looking up to see Skip enter her ass. "Far fucking out," he breathed, seeing her flesh crumple under Skip's attack. "Get in there, Skip, give the lady a ride!" "I am, man, I am!" Skip grunted between thrusts. "It's hot as shit in here. My Goddamn cock's burning off! Whooee! Fuck my rod!" He clutched her sweaty ass for support and pounded into her, cleaving her ripe buttocks with powerful strokes. Barbara was moving her ass lustily against him now, her pain forgotten and swept away by an intense flood of lust. She ground her hips in circles, screwing herself up and down the flailing pole that flashed in and out of her chute. "Faster!" she cried. "Harder! Fuck me harder! I wanna feel it in my guts ... yes, yes, that's it! I'm full of your cock. It's so fucking big! It's splitting me in two!" She braced herself on hands and knees, giving herself totally to the feeling of being fucked in the ass by his youthful prick. She was a mass of nerve endings ... the air seemed to burn her skin. She could vaguely hear a sloshing sound as Skip pounded into her, and her twat lubricated furiously. She wished something was in there too. She wanted to be fucked everywhere. Barbara looked into Buddy's face, a few inches from hers. He was intent on the lascivious sight of Skip fucking her rear, and his hands were pressing and massaging her hanging tits. She glanced down at his penis. It was half hard again, but not hard enough to penetrate her. She groaned in frustration. "Buddy," she whispered. "Put something in my cunt. I've gotta have something in there! It's so fucking empty!" Her voice rose to a whine. "Please, fuck my pussy. It's so ready for it." Buddy ran his hand down her stomach, over her sopping bush and whistled between his teeth. "I'll say. You're wet as a river!" He looked at his cock and shook his head slightly. It wasn't quite ready yet, and she needed it now. She squirmed against his hand pleadingly and he glanced around the room. His wandering gaze lit on a long slender-necked wine bottle. "Wait a minute, honey. I've got it," he muttered, grabbing the bottle in one hand. It was a little dusty and he rubbed it off on the pillows, shining it. "Just the thing! This'll send you off!" he promised. "Stick your fist in her," Skip wheezed, slowing his strokes as he watched this by-play. "She can take your whole goddamn fist!" As he saw his friend take up the bottle, a slow grin spread over his features. He steadied himself against her ass. Barbara watched in partial fear. She wasn't sure how the inanimate glass bottle would feel inside her. "Be careful. It might break," she warned. "Don't worry, sugar. Buddy'd never hurt that cunt," Buddy replied. He was getting excited at the thought of sinking the bottle into her warm flesh now. He slid under her sideways, bottle in hand. "Open up. Here comes!" He located her pussy entrance with his finger and fitted the lip of the bottle into her. The bottle was shaped like a flask. It bellied out from a thin neck into a round bottom. The end slipped in easily, and he teased her clitoris with his fingers to make her relax. "Oooo! It's cold!" Barbara squealed. She had never felt anything like this before. She was slightly ashamed that she was so excited at being fucked with a bottle. Because she was excited, the perversity only added to her lust. Her cunt hungrily sucked at the bottle, drawing it in. It slipped easily for a ways, then stopped as the bottle grew too thick. "That's all she'll go, baby," Buddy said, disappointed. He had wanted to see the whole bottle slide past her fleshy lips, but it seemed it was too big. He didn't want to hurt her. He drew it out halfway and fucked it back and forth into her, rasping her sensitive lips with cold glass. "Aw, shit, Buddy, shove it in. She can take it!" Skip cried. He stroked into her ass a few times, warming her up. "It's a bottomless pit in there. I had my hand in past the wrist and she wanted more!" Buddy shrugged. He squinted his eyes in the dim light up at Barbara's cunt. The lips were fitted snugly around the bottle neck, and it seemed to him they were trying to crawl down farther, taking in more. Moisture dripped from her crack, and the glass surface was greasy with her secretions. Barbara rocked back and forth between the cock in her asshole and the bottle. The bottle did help to fill the void in her cunt, but she wanted more. "Put it all in," she whispered in a tiny voice, half hoping he didn't hear her. It seemed so dirty to beg someone to shove a bottle in your cunt. And it would hurt, she knew it would, but she had to have it. Her head spun from the grass she had smoked and the whole scene took on a wavering unreality. She couldn't believe she was actually kneeling on a pile of cushions in a dirty shack, with one man stuck up her ass and another ramming a bottle in her cunt. She hesitated. Maybe she should pull free and run. It was wrong and perverted, she knew that. Barbara's lust had cooled a little now. Skip had only been fucking her lazily for the last few minutes, saving himself, and the shock of the bottle in her cunt had sobered her slightly. She squirmed trying to free herself. "I'm going to leave now," she stuttered trying to get loose. But Buddy had anticipated her action. He knew how chicks sometimes got cold feet in the middle of a kinky scene. "Oh no you're not," he snarled at her. Barbara froze at the note in his voice. "I'm gonna ram this bottle in your cunt. You asked for it, and you're gonna get it! And I'm not through yet by a long shot. Relax and enjoy it, baby, you ain't going anywhere!" He screwed the bottle menacingly into her cunt. "And if you try anything else I will break it!" With this final threat, Barbara's resistance crumbled. She hadn't really wanted to leave anyway, she told herself, tears starting in her eyes. She obligingly relaxed her cunt muscles and Buddy started pushing the bottle slowly past her distended lips. As it hit the spot where he had stopped before, he paused, then, with a brutal shove, buried the whole wine bottle in her twat. Barbara groaned as the object burst through her ring of muscles and entered the corridor of her womb canal. She was stretched to the limit, her groaning muscles expanded around the slick surface of the bottle with protest, but they did expand. "Oh God!" she screamed. Skip plunged wildly into her rear at the same time the bottle hit the bottom of her cunt, and her hips moved automatically with his thrust. Despite herself, her body took the double invasion and reveled in it, seesawing back and forth between the two. She didn't know which hole felt more distended, the tiny passageway in her ass, or her bottle-filled cunt. She felt like a sausage - stuffed at both ends, and she groaned loudly, half in lust, half in pain as she shuddered under the assault. "She's got the whole motherfucker in her cunt!" Buddy cried to Skip. "You should see it, man, her lips are puffed out like you wouldn't believe! I've never seen a cunt like this one. You're right, she'll fuck anything! Jesus!" Buddy rammed the bottle in and out of the wide open cunt. Her juices ran out of the distended hole and trickled down his arm as he pinched her clitoris with his free hand. "I can feel it from here!" Skip screamed suddenly. "God! I can feel the bottle in her cunt! Oh, man. Fuck her with that bottle! It's hard as a rock against my prick! I'm gonna cum soon, I can't stand this shit!" He held tight onto Barbara's quaking ass and pumped into her. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on the weird sensation of feeling something in her cunt while he fucked her ass! Colors danced behind his closed eyelids as he built up to a mind-bending orgasm. "I'm gonna cum in your ass, baby!" he cried. "All in your hot little ass! Pull it out of me, milk my fucking balls! They're gonna bust - I've gotta cum AAAggghhh! I'M CUMMINNNGGG!!!" With a last lunge, he fell on her back, his cock twitching and jerking in the dank recesses of her bunghole as he shot his wad into her vitals. As he came, Barbara hunched down wildly on the bottle, almost taking in Buddy's hand in the process. "Fuck me harder," she moaned. "I want to cum, too! Oh God! Cram that thing in my cunt and make me cum!" But Buddy had other plans. His cock was hard now, and he wanted in on the action. He pulled the bottle out with a loud plop and jerked her forward against him, jerking her off of Skip's cock. As the stream of shit-stained semen poured from her empty asshole, he drew her onto him, lying back. "Okay, sweetheart, climb aboard," he grinned. "Ride my cock and fuck me good." Barbara felt the cool air hit her cunt as the bottle was extracted. She didn't want that, her orgasm was fluttering in the base of her stomach and she needed to reach it. She eyed his cock hungrily as it stood straight up from his belly and then straddled him, lowering herself. As the head entered her, she sighed, thinking that nothing felt like a stiff prick in the cunt. She loved it all - in her mouth, ass being eaten - even being fucked with a bottle - all were grist for her sexual mill. But nothing beat a cock in her dripping cunt. She slid down onto his stiff pole, her lips munching down the shaft like a greasy mouth, engulfing him. "Ride me, hot mama," Buddy replied, reaching out and grabbing her hanging tits. "Bounce that ass on my balls! Fuck, that's great. You got the best cunt action in town! That's how to fuck baby!" He twisted her tits in both hands and lay almost still, letting Barbara take the lead in balling him. And she did. She leaned forward and started an exciting circular movement with her pelvis, her hips moving like a well- oiled piston. She could feel him deep inside her, and it turned her on and inspired her to even more dextrous movements. Up and down she rose and fell on his stiff standing rod, screwing her cunt onto him. Lewd sounds burst from her open lips as she led the fuck, twisting her hips so that the extended nub of her clitoris rubbed against him and mashed into his pubic hair. The small nub of flesh had become highly sensitized. Every rasp of hair shot a new thrill through her. She needed her motions, her cunt was beginning to spasm. "She's starting to cum!" Skip called. His voice penetrated the lustful daze of the other two. Buddy looked at his friend and grinned. "She's too fucking much much, man," he grunted. "She's riding my cock like a cowgirl!" He was moving now in synchronization with the woman, his hips rising to meet hers and thrust his cock to the depths. Skip felt around on the bed. He knew Buddy had dropped the bottle somewhere. His searching fingers encountered the cold, cum-smeared glass and drew it to him, not letting on what he was going to do. He knelt behind the fucking pair and slowly fit the neck of the bottle between her asscheeks as she bent forward. Barbara jumped as she felt the cold neck hit her asshole. He wasn't! He couldn't! "NO! NO!" she cried in terror. But her protests died under a flood of orgasm that swept her as her wave of cum broke over her. He rammed the neck of the bottle into her rear. He knew it wouldn't go in all the way like it had in her cunt, but he shoved it as far as it would go. Through a mist of thrashing cum, Barbara felt the sharp pain in her rear, and then it was gone, only adding another sensation to the ones sweeping her. "I've got the bottle in her ass!" Skip called to Buddy. "Jesus!" Buddy screamed, unbearably excited by the thought. He could feel the presence of some foreign object pressing against his prick inside her. "I feel it! Holy shit!" His pecker jumped and his balls burst forth a flooding tide of hot semen, gushing into Barbara's overheated cunt, spattering the walls and clinging to them in gooey lumps. "I'm cumming! Oh, God, am I cumming! Feel it, baby, feel my hot fucking cum!" he yelled, picturing her shithole distended around the bottle. He opened his eyes and saw her contorted face as she spasmed through orgasm after orgasm, impaled on his prick and Skip's bottle. "OOOOHHHH!!! FUCK! SHOOT IN ME!" she squealed. The hard bottle in her rear end made her convulse again as Skip slammed it home. She could feel Buddy slipping out of her, and still she came, her tortured insides quivering as spasm after spasm wrenched her. She felt like the top of her head was blowing off and cum was shooting out of her brains. Finally her asshole twitched and she felt an overwhelming urge to shit. Just as she pressed with all the force on her bowels, Skip pulled out the bottle. "I think I've had enough," she whispered. And for the moment, she had. Her body was satisfied, her pussy weak and flabby feeling. "Man, I think we're all fucked out," Buddy quipped. "As well as fucked up!" He laughed hollowly. "I don't believe this chick. She's a fucking machine!" He stroked Barbara's red head tenderly. "You guys want a beer or some more weed? I gotta rest for a while." "No. No, I have to leave," Barbara murmured. "It's getting late. I'm exhausted, anyhow. And I don't need any more of that stuff!" "Hey, you bring her back soon, you hear me? I wanna see a lot of this lady. And, Barbara, if you're ever down this way by yourself, I'm here usually. And if I've got anybody else here, I'll kick them out if you want. You're the living end. I mean it." Buddy looked at her sincerely. He was too pooped to get up. "Kiss me goodbye." Barbara rolled off the pile of cushions and kissed him on the mouth. "Sure, Buddy, it was really fantastic. I'll be back," she promised. "Far out, baby. Anytime. You're a whole trip in itself," Buddy said, closing his eyes. "Take good care of her, Skip." "Oh, I will, Buddy, she's a special lady," Skip grinned, tousling her hair. He wasn't as wrung out as the other two, and he wondered if he could get Barbara to stop off and blow him before she went home. He looked at her. She was exhausted, but she smiled at him and winked, as if reading his mind.



Chapter Seven - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

Barbara wearily pulled her car into the driveway. She had dropped Skip back at the store and came straight home, promising to meet him the next day. She wondered what his boss had thought when he came in after four hours, disheveled, reeking of sex and pot. "Oh well, he's a fast talker. He'll get out it," she assured herself, parking the car and walking into the house. She hoped she could get upstairs and clean up before her son or his friend saw her, but one of the boys was coming downstairs as she opened the front door. He stopped dead and stared at her. "Hi. It is Steve, isn't it?" Barbara said lamely, aware of her messed up hair and sweat stained bikini. She was carying her green dress on one arm and she held it in front of her, covering some of the ravages. "Where's Jerry?" "Uh, he went to the store, Mrs. Anderson," the young man replied nervously. "I'm expecting a call from my mom, so I stayed here. He said to tell you he'd be back in an hour or so." "Well, that's fine dear. Just make yourself at home. I'm going to freshen up a bit. I've been at the beach all day," she explained, feeling a need to justify her appearance to the man who was staring at her. She flushed, feeling his eyes go over her, resting on her partially covered breasts and sliding away in embarrassment. "Sure, nice to meetcha," he said hurriedly. They were face to face at the bottom of the stairs and he turned sideways to let her go by, flattening against the wall. Barbara smiled at him in a dignified fashion and passed by him. Her chest brushed his, and he blushed beet red at the contact. "Ah, uh, I'll just go outside and take a swim," he gasped, not looking at her as he sidled by. Barbara stood stock still, not believing the flash of lust that swept her body at the involun- tary contact. My God, she thought severely. Don't you ever get enough? Screwing all afternoon and still wanting more? She chastised herself: You're nothing but a perverted old woman ... God, this man is as young as your son! And you promised not to have anything to do with him! She took a deep breath and walked upstairs, not looking back. If she had, she would have seen her son's friend still standing at the foot of the stairs, his eyes glued to the sway of her buttocks. Holy cow! he thought. Jerry didn't tell me his mom looked like that! He followed her with his eyes. He was still a virgin, but he had two older brothers who had told him all about their conquests, and he could hardly wait to begin. I wonder - naw - she's a grown lady. And Jerry's mom! But she sure is beautiful. He heard the door slam upstairs and turned away sighing, knowing he wouldn't see any more for a while. He went out to the pool, trying to put the sight out of his mind, trying to forget the sexy sway of those barely covered buttocks. His penis was stirring in his trunks, and he sighed loudly, wishing he were older and could get into those white pants. I wouldn't have a chance he told himself. She wouldn't even think about a kid like me. He dove into the pool, reviewing the luscious curves in his mind. Barbara was taking a shower, letting the hot water wash away all traces of sand and semen. She moaned voluptuously as the water kneaded her tired muscles and soothed away the red marks left by Buddy and Skip's fingers, restoring her flesh to its normal pink sheen. She soaped her breasts admiringly, noting how her resilient flesh bounded back into shape. She had thought she would be squashed flat! She laughed gaily, going over every detail of the afternoon in her mind. At last she emerged from the steamimg shower, her body glowing with remembered lust and present satiation. "That should do it," she crowed silently, wrapping herself in a huge towel. "I shouldn't want any sex for a while!" She had conveniently forgotten her reaction to Steve's involuntary touch. She threw a robe around herself and padded downstairs to the

kitchen, taking a cold drink from the refrigerator and sipping it thirstily. She was hungry too, she decided, and made herself a sandwich. She munched thoughtfully, looking out the window to the pool. She could see Jerry's little friend vigorously swimming back and forth, and she smiled to herself at his innocent fun. Her smile changed to a gasp as the boy climbed from the pool. He was stark naked, having discarded his trunks, and his pecker stood straight up like a sword rising from the base of his belly. She clutched the window sill with both hands, feeling a tide of warmth envelop her stomach at the sight of his penis. "Oh no," she whispered to herself. "Not again ... not now!" But her body continued to burn inflamed by the sight of an erect dick. She pressed her legs together, trying to stop the tormenting itch, but knew it was no use. Once she was in the grip of lust she was no longer responsible for her actions. As if in a dream, she watched him as he lay back on the patio, his dick standing up. He surrounded it with both hands and began to jerk it slowly. "How can he? Right here in my house! How does he know I won't come downstairs?" she asked herself wildly, her lips parting as if to drink in the sexy scene. Her hand slipped under her robe and she stroked the moist cunt, sliding her finger into her groove and tickling her clit. "No, this is wrong. He's young ... he's too innocent to know what he's doing," she told herself, already walking outside, the ache in her twat drawing her to him like a magnet. She stood above him, staring down, her lips pursed in an O. He didn't see her. He was intent on what he was doing, rubbing his prick between his fingers, a half smile on his tender lips. "Ah," Barbara breathed involuntarily. Steve heard her and looked up, consternation crossing his features. "Mrs. Anderson!" he cried, covering himself with his hands. "No, don't stop," the sex-crazed woman breathed. He noticed that her robe hung open and she was stark naked beneath it, her big tits swelling free. His eyes traveled down her body and he saw her red thatch of hair, with one of her fingers buried in it! He gulped noisily, wondering what to do now. He had never in his wildest dreams imagined a beautiful woman standing over him while he jerked off, her hand sunk in her own snatch. "Gosh," he breathed, staring at her. "Wow!" his gaze was locked on her reddish pussy. As he watched, she spread her legs slightly and opened the lips of her cunt, revealing the juicy interior. "Have you ...have you ever seen a cunt before, Steve?" Barbara asked, her voice hoarse. She felt an electric thrill of excitement at exposing herself to the boy, watching his eyes glaze with desire. "No ... no, ma'am, just in pictures," the boy stuttered. "Can I ..." he stopped. She's probably just teasing me, he thought. And if I do anything she'll kick me out. He was confused. He had never heard of a woman doing things like this one was doing. Barbara knelt beside him, her tits dangling in his face. "These are my titties, Steve," she murmured to him, cupping them in one hand. "Would you like to feel them? They're soft and nice. You'll like the way they feel," she urged. "Yes. Yes I would," Steve said boldly, burning his bridges. He wanted to feel her up. He didn't care what happened to him afterwards. He wasn't going to miss this opportunity to touch a real live woman. He stretched out one hand and ran it over the curved surface of the offered breast. "Squeeze the nipples, dear. Tweak them in your fingers," Barbara whispered to the boy. He complied, and she groaned at the fire that ran through her veins. "Suck them, honey, kiss my tits. You'll like that, baby ... sucking my tits." She moaned as his lips clamped on her turgid nipple and drew it into his hot mouth. He sucked wildly, bobbing his head back and forth between her breasts, laving the tits with his raspy tongue. Barbara shivered and lay back, no longer caring if it were wrong or not. It's my duty, she thought in confusion. Teach him about sex - no one will know - I'll make sure he doesn't tell Jerry. Oh, God. I'm evil and perverted but I have to have it. I want him to stick his finger up me and bring me off. I want his dick in me. "Steve, look at my cunt, Steve," she commanded. The boy stopped sucking her nipples and they stood straight up, cooled by the sucking they had had but craving more. She held her fleshy twat open with her hands and directed his gaze to the pit of pleasure. "That's my pussy, dear ... Why don't you stick your finger in it and see how it feels. You'll like it. All boys do." She squirmed on the patio floor, raising her hips so Steve could see her fully. "Golly - it's all wet!" Steve said. He was kneeling forward and peering up into her twat with the greatest concentration. His forefinger stroked along the fat lips and diddled in the outer chambers. "That means I want you - it means my cunt wants to be filled up," Barbara wheezed. She didn't know if she were explaining it right or not. Her body was on fire and she had to have something in her twat. "Put your finger in!" she snapped suddenly. "Don't be afraid - it won't bite! Shove your finger into my cunt, Steve!" He hesitated and she grasped his wrist and pushed his finger into her, sighing. "There! Now pull it in and out, twist it around in there!" Steve felt the squishy flesh engulf his finger. It seemed to be sucking at it! With more enthusiasm he pumped his finger in and out, watching it disappear into the pink hole. "That's where I put my thing, isn't it, Mrs. Anderson?" he asked innocently. "In there?" "Yes, darling ... your cock. That's where you put your cock - in my cunt," Barbara muttered, her hips twisting under his finger. The thought that she was corrupting him had ceased to bother her. Now it turned her on! She thought of herself as a fat spider, luring young men into the web of her twat, and the perverted thought made her groan with lust. "Go on, Stevie, put it in. Put your cock in my cunt! And then you can fuck me, darling." Steve knelt between her thighs uncertainly. He knew what to do. His brothers had told him, and the guys at school had laughed about it, and he had seen pictures. But actually doing it was far different! He held his pecker in his hand and pointed it at the gaping wet mouth of her pussy. "I - would you help me? I'm not sure ... I've never done this before," he said miserably. "Oh, darling ... here, I'll help you," Barbara said. She reached out, guiding his dick to her steamy hole. "Just put it where your finger was and move it back and forth like you did your finger," she crooned, incredibly turned on by the thought of taking on a virgin. She held herself in check, not wanting to scare him with a thrashing display of lust. Let him get in first, she told herself, opening her hole for him with one hand and guided his turgid pecker with the other. "Aaaaaaggghhh," Steve groaned as the head of his pecker slipped into her cunt. It was incredible, feeling her hot cuntlips grasping his pecker, drawing him into her hole. With a grunt he thrust forward, his hips taking the sexual motion as second nature. He sliced into her hot cunt, cleaving her passageway until he felt his balls smash against her ass, then drew it out again and pushed it forward. In and out. In and out. "I'm fucking!" he yelled. "I'm doing it! I'm fucking your cunt!" He could feel his cum trying to flood the tube of his penis and resolutely restrained himself. He knew that girls didn't want a guy to cum immediately. They wanted to ride the dick for a while. And he wanted to keep Mrs. Anderson happy. This was a thousand times better than jacking off, and he wanted to do again - and again! And he knew he couldn't make her mad by cumming too soon, or she might not want to do it anymore! "That's it!" Barbara called encouragingly. She allowed her hips to go with his motion, adding a twist or two along the way. She figured he was probably having trouble controlling himself, and she wanted to help him out as much as she could. She bucked her hips up to his and rolled with him, feeling his pecker zip in and out of her hole. It felt small compared to Skip's and Buddy's, but she rode it for all she was worth. And the mental stimulation was terrific - she was almost cumming just from the perversity of seducing such a young man. "Fuck me, Steve!" she called. "Give it to me hard!" Steve grunted with the effort not to cum. His hands were clamped on her tits, using them as handles, and he flailed back and forth between her hot thighs. He could feel her cunt clasping and unclasping around his pecker, and suddenly it grabbed him really hard, squeezing him unmercifully. He felt his cum rising and knew there was nothing he could do about it. "I'm cumming!" he sobbed, pounding into her cunt. He felt her start to shake under him and wondered if she were having a fit, but his mind was blocked by the roar of orgasm. His tight little balls lifted and blew, shooting his thick young semen into her spasming hole. He felt like it was gushing out of his guts. He couldn't remember cumming like this when he jacked off! "Oh ... what's happening? It won't stop, ohhh!" Steve fell against her, his hips still pumping weakly as he shot wad after wad into her. Barbara was still shaking from her first orgasm. She knew that if Steve had been more experienced he could have brought her off several more times, but she wouldn't trade this tide of virgin cum for the world! She shivered as she felt the endless flood splattering into her cunt, clinging to the slick walls like hot grease, filling her to the brim. She put her arms around him as he collapsed on her chest, smoothing his hair, running her hands lasciviously over his slim young hips. Mine ... she thought lewdly. I have his first cum in a woman. It's in me now, I can feel it sloshing in my cunt. She squeezed her cunt together, trying to hold his penis in, but it slipped out with a plop, trailing a stream of semen. "Oh, Mrs. Anderson! Wow - it was great!" Steve mumbled into her neck. He was drained but happy! He hadn't noticed the looseness of her cunt. It was his first, and he thought he had had the best fuck in the world. How it could be any better he couldn't imagine. Barbara lay back. Her cunt was still burning. She needed a lot more. But she didn't want to force him. She wanted him to rest and think about his first fuck for a minute before she tried again. She slid out from under him and headed for the pool. As she slipped into the cool water, some measure of sanity returned. She looked back at the man and noticed how young he was, and it horrified her now instead of exciting her. "God! What have I done!?" she murmured, diving under the water. "He'll tell Jerry. Oh, Lord, I've got to put a stop to this right now!" The cool water entered cunt, washing out the thick sperm and refreshing her hot insides, diminishing her desires. She could still feel her lust coiled in the pit of her stomach, ready to spring, but it was quiet now, and she intended to take advantage of the fact. She swam to the side of the pool and got out quickly, skirting the boy. He looked at her sleepily. "I'll see you later, darling," she murmured. "Now don't tell Jerry or anybody. I've got some things to do. You guys go out for supper or something. I'll leave you some money. It was really wonderful ... but don't tell anybody!" She looked at him fiercely, trying to impress the importance of this on his mind. "Oh, I won't, not even Jerry! I guess you wouldn't want him to know!" Steve laughed a little. "But you will let me play with you some more, fuck you again, won't you? I'm going home tomorrow." He looked at her wistfully as Barbara's heart leapt in relief. If she could just make it till tomorrow. "Jerry wants to go over to my place for a couple of days." "I thought you didn't have any place to go for break," Barbara said, confused. Surely Jerry had said ... "Oh no. I was going home, but Jerry wanted me to come visit, and now he wants to go to my house," Steve said glibly, frowning a little. "Maybe I can change his mind. I'd sure rather stay here!" He grinned at her confidingly, reaching up to touch her. Barbara moved back quickly. "No, you better go home. Your mother probably wants to see you." she babbled, wondering why Jerry had lied to her about Steve's situation. "I'll see you before you leave - maybe we'll have a chance. I don't really know," she said quickly, striding off without looking back. She didn't want to see the boy's expression. She might relent, and that would be fatal! It was late that night. Barbara had dressed and gone out - and stayed out, sitting at one bar after another, not wanting to go home. Several men tried to pick her up, but she was repelled by their leering faces and sagging bodies and waved them away in disgust. Finally she couldn't stand it anymore, and returned home. "They'll be asleep by now," she told herself as she let herself in quietly and mounted the stairs. "I'll get up early in the morning and stay away until I'm sure they're gone. If I can just have some time to myself, I know I'll solve this before Jerry comes home gain. I'll get married, see a psychiatrist - something. But I can't think if I have to see them. I want them too much! Oh God - I'm abnormal ... nobody else feels like this. I've never heard of any mother lusting after her son, except in books. And this is real ... too real." She went into her room and shut the door quietly, noticing that there was no light under Jerry's door. She breathed a sigh of relief and began unhooking her dress, stripping to bra and garter belt in the dark. She had worn a bra for protection. She didn't usually use one, but tonight she had donned all her armor. She had on bra, slip, hose and garter belt. She didn't turn on the light, knowing that she might inadvertently see her body and be aroused. She had come to terms with her overwhelming sexuality, and her only thoughts were to keep it at bay. She was turning down her bed and and preparing to don a robe to go to the bathroom when she heard the doorknob turn. Her heart stopped. A dark figure slipped into the room and stood facing her. "Mrs. Anderson. It's me Steve," a small voice whispered. "I was afraid you weren't gonna come home - and I wouldn't see ya again, like you promised." There was a hint of petulance in the boy's tone. "Steve - ssshhh!" Barbara whispered frantically. "Jerry." "Dead to the world," Steve said complacently. He walked up to her, his eyes adjusting to the dark, and ran his hands over her hips boldly. "What have you got on?" he asked curiously, his hands finding the straps of the garter belt and playing with them, then dipping lower. Barbara gasped as his fingers brushed her pubic bush. "No! No, go away," she muttered, wrenching free. "You mustn't!" "Why not? We did this afternoon," Steve said reasonably. "I've got some things I want to try. I was looking at some pictures." Barbara groaned inwardly at the remembrance of the filthy pictures. "Steve, I was carried away," she said earnestly. "You have to forget about this afternoon. Believe me, it's best. You're too young for me. It's all wrong." "You didn't think so before," Steve persisted. He sounded like he was about to cry, and Barbara's heart melted. "No, no, Steve. I enjoyed it, really." "Then why can't we do it some more?" Steve burst out. "You said we would. I stayed up waiting for you! You've just gotta help me ... my cock's hard and it hurts, Mrs. Anderson, really, it does. It's been hard all night and I've gotta -" Steve babbled incoherently, his head buried in Barbara's stomach. His hot breath fanned against her skin, and her nerves crawled. She didn't know what to do, she was determined not to have sex with the boy again, but he was so unhappy. If she turned him down he'd think it was because of the size of his cock and he might be scarred for life! Besides, her insides were melting with longing to touch him just one more time. "All right, ssshhh. We have to be very quiet. But this is the last time, you hear me? And you must never tell a living soul!" Steve nodded happily and followed her to the bed. He was willing to agree to anything to get into her pussy again. She turned on the bedside lamp and stretched langorously in the dim glow, her body showing in sharp relief. "Wow," he breathed, looking at her. He had forgotten how beautiful she was. Her breasts were encased in a lacy black bra, forcing them upward in rich curves, spilling from the top of the cups, and her hips were encircled by a black lace garter belt, black silk stockings on her sleek legs. He could see her red bush peeping out of the front of the garter belt, with a suggestion of the inner lips peeking through. "Would you - take off your bra, Mrs. Anderson?" he asked. "But leave that other thing on? I like it." He was dressed only in a bathrobe, and he let that fall to the floor and stood before her nude, his eager young prick jutting from his stomach. She smiled at him and slowly unhooked her bra, letting it free her big breasts. She dropped it on the bed and cupped her hands under her tits, rubbing them thoughtfully. "What is it you wanted to try, dear?" she asked, spreading her legs lewdly so that he could see her cunt. "Would you like to put it in my mouth and have me suck it for you?" Steve nodded dumbly. He was mesmerized by the wet place between her legs, his hands drawn to it like a magnet. He thrust his hand between her legs and stuck his finger up her, whirling it around in the sticky softness. "Sit on the bed," he muttered hoarsely. "And I'll put it in your mouth." Barbara complied, sitting on the edge of the bed and licking her lips, looking at his cock avidly. "If you like," she whispered. "You can kiss me down there, too. Men really love to do that, kiss a girl's cunt while she sucks their cock! Why don't you try it?" She squirmed in anticipation, wondering if she could get him to eat her. She knew there was often an initial resentment to the act. Her husband had never lapped her cunt! "If you do, I'll do anything you want," she promised. "I love it when a man sucks my cunt ... please do it!" Steve looked at her doubtfully. He didn't particularly want to stick his face there - but, if it'd keep her happy, and get her mouth on his cock ... He stretched out beside her, his face next to her twat, his hips by her head, and carefully opened her cunt with his fingers, looking into the depths. Now that he was here, he grew excited at the notion of sucking her. She looked so beautiful down there, the black garter belt against the white of her thighs and the auburn bush of her pubic hair. He gazed into the depths of her cunt, looking into the pink-lined hole. "Kiss it, darling!" Barbara cried, squirming her hips. She felt that if he didn't do something soon she'd go crazy. Steve looked at the fat lips close up it looked like a mouth! He pursed his lips and advanced his mouth to her cunt. She could feel his hot breath on her wet twat ... closer, closer, his tongue stuck out like a snake and darted into her hot box. Barbara moaned. The feeling was fantastic! The tentative touch of the boy's tongue was really turning her on. He stuck it in there, sliding it up and down the groove, opening her cunt with his fingers. "That's it! Oooo! Lick my hole! Stick your tongue in my slit! Yes! Yes! Oh God, I'm going insane. Lick it in and out, honey!" Barbara moaned, trembling under the boy's tongue. He was getting into it now, plunging his tongue into her depths like a miniature cock, tongue-fucking her furiously. "Now suck! Suck it all into your mouth!" Barbara instructed, looking down past her breasts, watching the boy's dark head dip into her twat. He covered her entire snatch with his mouth and drew it in with a loud gurgling noise. His wandering tongue inadvertently hit her clit and her body shook. Steve was a quick learner. He returned to the nub of flesh that had produced such a reaction and clamped his mouth on it, tickling it with his tongue. "Oh God!" Barbara screamed, muffling her voice in the pillow. Incredible flashes of feeling shot through her as the boy sucked her clit. Then she felt him raise his head. "Don't stop!" she hissed in panic. "Please ... that's great, do it some more and I'll cum in your mouth!" Steve rubbed her clit with his fingers and said calmly, "Would you take my cock in your mouth now, Mrs. Anderson? I'll suck you good if you will." As if to demonstrate, he lowered his head again and rasped his tongue over the tender nub of flesh. "Oh, oh yes, I'm sorry, I forgot," Barbara bubbled, reaching for his small pecker. As her hand enfolded it lovingly, she wondered how she could have possibly forgotten it. It was so smooth, so excited, with the veins pulsing with excitement. She formed her lips into an O and slipped them over the head, sucking gently on the mushroom cap, licking the exposed nerves under the edge of the cap. Slowly, she sucked the whole shaft into her mouth, right down to the balls. As her nose buried itself in his pubic hair, she sniffled deeply, inhaling the musky odor of sex, and gently cupped his balls in her hand. Pulling him atop her, she positioned her lips so he could fuck down into her mouth, using it like a cunt. She felt his pecker hit the back of her throat, tickling her palate, and she loosened her throat muscles to let him enter. Steve had kept almost still as his pecker sank into the warm cavern of Barbara's mouth. It was an entirely new sensation. He could feel her teeth scraping gently at his flesh as her lips pulled him in. He moaned and fucked down into her wet mouth, feeling the softness of her throat give way under his thrust. Her hand was under his balls, squeezing gently, probing the sensitive area at the base of his prick. And one finger was curved up the crack of his ass, probing. He felt the scratch of her fingernail as she found his youthful bum hole and pressed. His flesh resisted, then gave way and her finger shot into his rear, massaging his prostate. "Aaaggghhh!" he grunted into her cunt. The smell of her arousal filled his nostrils as he dug his face into her snatch. His busy tongue cleaned out her canal, slurping up the juice as fast as she made it. He tasted the hot salty fluid and loved it. He realized it was her equivalent of cum, and he slurped the thick fluid happily. He could feel her whole cunt vibrating against his mouth as she gushed, her twat grabbed at his tongue and squeezed it like a hand, sending thrill after thrill through him. He was really aroused now ... his cock was pumping in and out of her mouth like a pile driver, flashing between her lips. Barbara's cheeks caved in as she sucked the boy's cock. She was in the throes of orgasm now, her cunt spasming and gushing, her skin crawling as her muscles rippled and knotted with cumming. She sucked avidly at the dick in her mouth, wriggling her finger in his little asshole, prodding him to cum. She wanted to taste his youthful semen - she wanted to feel it gushing down her throat. Steve tensed. His marble-shaped balls lifted and hardened, then collapsed, shooting a gush of sperm through his jerking cock into Barbara's mouth. Her finger in his asshole was like a red hot wand, stirring his prostate, massaging the back of his prick, forcing him to cum. He twisted into her face and lay still, screwing his cock in one final turn as his cum burst from the head, filling her mouth. He felt like the top of his head was coming off. He swallowed convulsively, choking on a mouthful of pussy cum as his dick shot wads of thick white goo into her mouth. He shuddered convulsively and was still. Barbara cleaned his cock lovingly, licking off the delicious sperm. It seemed to her the sweetest drink she'd ever had, this man's thick semen. She could feel his mouth still sucking gently at her dripping mound, performing the same service for her. She raised her head finally, letting his prick slide from her mouth, smiling at him. He looked at her, too, his face glistening with pussy cum. "Was it good, Mrs. Anderson? Did I do it right?" he asked, pleased with himself. He knew the answer from the way her body had responded, but he wanted to hear her tell him. "Oh, yes, you're a real little cunt lapper," she said. "Come up here and kiss me. I want to taste my cum on your lips!" He shivered at the dirty sound of the words - it was perverse, he felt, for her to want to taste her own cum, and that made it even more exciting. He scrambled beside her and planted a wet noisy kiss on her lips, imparting the musky taste of pussy to her. He drew back and grinned. "I think it tastes great," he confided. "How does mine taste?" Barbara smiled at his curiosity. "Like, like," she stopped, helpless, unable to describe the taste of semen. "Anyway, it's good!" "Are you ready now?" he asked, eyeing her speculatively. "Ready for what?" Barbara asked nervously. "Well, you said you'd do anything I wanted, didn't you?" he asked, smiling at her innocently. "Oh yes, darling, what is it you want?" she smiled at him, wondering what such an inexperienced man could know about sex. "I saw some pictures," he started hesitantly. "Jerry has them. Well, there was one that I really liked. There was this lady, lady, and she - well she was sticking this thing up her - you know - up her cunt, and this guy was doing it in her rear. I'd really like that, Mrs. Anderson! Really I would! I know my cock's small for your cunt. I'd really like to try that!" Barbara looked at him in consternation, remembering the boys sticking the bottle in her this afternoon. She couldn't understand this male fascination with sticking strange objects up her. It seemed filthy and perverted to her. "Why don't you just put it back in my cunt again, honey," she said soothingly. "Or maybe in my rear if you want. I like that, too." "No!" he said stubbornly. "I want to see you put something like a - I dunno - a cucumber or a bottle or something up there while I get ready. If you don't let me, I'll go tell Jerry!" He stared at her commandingly, then collapsed. "It'll be okay, really it will. The lady in the picture looked like she really liked it." Barbara sighed, lying back on her bed. Really, it was amazing how quickly he had learned to manipulate her, she mused. He knew she'd do anything not to have Jerry find out. "Okay, Stevie, whatever you want. What do you want to use?" She looked at him narrowly, hoping that he didn't really have anything ready. He grinned back and slid off the bed. "Wait here," he said. "I'll be right back." "Careful," she hissed. "Jerry ..." But he was gone. She rolled over on her stomach, deeply ashamed about the whole scene, but at a loss to know how to get out of it now. To her amazement, she was actually excited at the prospect of being fucked with something weird. She thought of the bottle and shivered, hoping it wouldn't be that big. Steve returned, triumphantly waving a long salami. "Got it!" he whispered. "I found this earlier tonight when I was waiting for you!" He handed it to her and looked at her expectantly, his young eyes shining with lust. "Well, go on, do yourself with it!" Barbara took the salami in her hands and stared at it. It was fairly long and and thick, about the size of a grown man's prick. She looked at him pleadingly. Really, this was the limit - fucking with a salami while this man watched, waiting to be excited. He held his pecker in his hands, obviously planning to jerk off with her. "Go on, Mrs. Anderson! Stick that salami in your cunt! I wanna see it!" Barbara sighed and fitted the salami between her legs, probing for the opening to her cunt. The end fitted nicely into her opening and she pressed firmly, forcing it into her. "Open you legs," the boy insisted, bending closer. "I wanna watch it go in." Barbara opened her legs obediently, offering a good view of her twat. Her pussy lips were stretched wide around the salami, which looked like a disembodied red prick gaining admittance. She raised her hips and slid it in, noticing that her insides were sopping wet. Wet for a salami, she thought in disgust. I'm really sunk now. I'll fuck anything. Really it didn't feel too bad. The rough coating was scraping her insides in a pleasing fashion. With a twist of the wrist she sent the whole salami inside her and took her hand away, showing the boy that it was all inside. "Wow," he breathed, his little hand moving fast on his pecker. "Better than the picture. It's all inside. Jeez! Turn over on your hands and knees, Mrs. Anderson." He knelt between her legs and peered through them. Her cuntlips were distended several inches, holding the salami firmly inside her. He positioned himself behind her and felt for the end of it, getting a firm grip and running it in and out of her gorged snatch. Barbara groaned in excitement and humiliation. Here she was on her hands and knees, with a man pounding a sausage into her from behind - and she loved it! There was no doubt that she loved it! Her cunt snapped hungrily at the salami, drawing it inside her, filling her cuntal passageway. She could hear his heavy breathing behind her as he fucked her brutally with the surrogate prick. Suddenly, she felt something warm and wet on her ass. He was licking crack! She moaned at the new sensation, shivering as his tongue found her puckered pink asshole and swirled around in there. It felt great - her ass was still sore from the afternoon's fucking, and his tongue was a soothing balm. "Oh yes, lick my asshole - rim me out," she called encouragingly. She bucked her hips against the salami, enjoying the feel of it now. And then she felt his pecker probing at the ass entrance. With a lunge, he was buried in her shithole! Fire rippled along her nerves and she moaned louder, forgetting her son down the hall. "Fuck my ass ... fuck my cunt ... oh, oh, oh, slam it in there," she babbled, twisting her ass against him, feeling his balls slap her butt. Steve sighed. His cock felt like it was in a hot vise - much tighter than her cunt, much dryer, much hotter. It was so hot he thought his prick might melt in there! He jabbed in and out of her, fucking her twat with the salami at the same time. He could feel the salami through the thin membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole, and he imagined feverishly that it was another cock, that another boy was fucking her cunt, prick to prick, and they'd fill her up at the same time! "Oh, it's so hot! So good!" he mumbled, thrusting into her creamy ass. He was having trouble keeping his balance, her ass was churning so, but he valiently fucked on, never missing a stroke. Then he had to drop the salami, leaving it wedged in her cunt, and hold on with both hands. He felt his orgasm coming. He shuddered and shot into her bowels, filling her ass with thick cum suds. "Oh ... I'M CUMMMING!!!" he screeched, forgetting everything but the fantastic sensation of cumming in her ass. Her ass sucked at his prick, squeezing it like a vise, and he filled it with sperm. Barbara had grabbed the salami when he dropped it and fucked herself with it expertly, bringing herself off in a few strokes to join his orgasm. Her sticky fluids gushed over her hands. She was delirious. She couldn't believe she had cum so hard with a salami, but she had, though his spurting prick in her ass had certainly helped! She sank forward in ecstasy, her cunt throbbing with fullfillment, her asshole clutching at his shrinking cock. And the light came on.



Chapter Eight - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

"What's going on! Mom - Steve?" Jerry cried in anguish, staring at the scene on the bed. Steve stared at his friend with blank eyes. His cock slipped out of Barbara's relaxed asshole with a plop and lay along his leg. He looked dully at it. It was limp with a string of semen still hanging from the head. "Uh, Jer - " "Get out of here. You fucked my mother!" Jerry screamed wildly, clenching his fists. He was aware of a wild surge of rage and jealousy. She hadn't pulled away from Steve leaving him with an aching erection like she had with him! "Go away!" Steve slid off the bed hurriedly, keeping his eyes away from the recumbent figure of Mrs. Anderson. She was lying perfectly still, her head pressed into the pillows. He noticed something beside her. The salami! Guiltily he sidled out of the room, keeping away from Jerry. "Well, Mom?" Jerry asked, a sneering note in his voice. "Turn over and look at me!" Barbara turned over and crouched against the end of the bed, bringing her knees up before her breasts to hide them, then realized that the motion exposed her inflamed cunt to her son's eyes. Vainly, she tried to shield herself. She felt sunk. "Can't I even look? Steve got to touch - touch, hell! He fucked you!" Jerry advanced on her, his fists balled up. "Jerry ... I can explain. Let me tell you -" Barbara babbled. Jerry waved his hand at her, indicating her disarranged state. "Explain what!? That you are a whore? Jesus ... look at you!" he said in disgust. "I saw you this afternoon with that kid, kissing him in the parking lot! What is it? You just fuck kids? Is that it? Well ... move your hands. I wanna look at what everybody else fucks!" He grabbed her hands and moved them away from her tits. He was furious at her for lowering herself from her pedestal - at himself for wanting her. He remembered when she had watched him jack off, when she had touched him in the pool and left him aching. She hadn't left anyone else in that state. Just him. "Jerry," Barbara whispered. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never been like this before. The last few days have been a nightmare. I can't control myself, I even touched you, my own son! And that's evil." She looked at him earnestly, willing him to understand. He had to understand. She felt like her heart was breaking. Her little boy - her son - looking at her with hate in his eyes. She moaned softly and she began to entice him in the only way she knew, with her body. She wanted to show him how it was, how it was to want sex so bad that it hurt. That you'd do anything to ease that pain. "I have to have it, Jerry." "But with kids! Kids my age! Why not me? Why not? You've fucked every kid in town, probably, why can't I get it, too? Don't you like my cock? Isn't it big enough for you? It's bigger than Steve's! I saw you looking at it before, well, you can have it now!" Jerry squealed in a high voice. He held his dick like a weapon, pointing it at her. "Here, suck it like you did his! You're gonna do everything with me you did with him, and then I'm gonna leave you and never come back!" He advanced on her, pointing his cock at her mouth. "Open your mouth and suck my cock, whore!" he shouted grabbing her by the hair. "You love it so much ... go on, then! Suck your son's dick!" "Oh, Jerry ... don't let it be like this. Don't hate me," Barbara mumbled. Her voice was choked off as Jerry rammed his prick into her mouth choking her. Her nose was buried in his sparse hair, her nostrils full of the scent of him. She gagged and coughed, then clamped on his cock. If he wanted it, she'd give it a good sucking! She wanted him to know how sex was, well, this was her chance! She sucked deeply on his cock, running her tongue around the head, drawing him into her mouth, yielding before him and taking him in. Jerry gasped as his prick sank into his mother's mouth. It was a wonderful feeling. Her tongue hit all the most sensitive spots and made his blood race. He hadn't imagined it would be this good, looking at the pictures and hearing the other guys talk. He had heard quite a few stories about girls who gave head, but the reality far surpassed any story. Her lips were nibbling up and down the surface of his prick and she sucked it with an ecstatic expression on her face, as if it were the most delicious thing in the world! Her mouth felt like a hot wet cavern, just made for sucking his cock. He dipped into her and pulled out again, feeling the incredible suction as her cheeks caved in around it. "Oh, suck it good," he murmured, looking at his mother's face. He wound his fingers in her red hair, the same color as his, and pumped into her mouth. Her teeth lightly scraped the ridges of his turgid cock, sending thrills of pleasure through him. He hunched forward, driving into her mouth. He couldn't stop. The whole world was a sucking mouth, pulling him into it! He twisted and turned his hips, slamming into her face, trying to hurt her, and she gave with every stroke, sucking him in, greedily licking his rod, wanting more. Barbara sucked at her son's cock in delight. It seemed that everything else had just been leading up to this, this last perversity. She pulled on him avidly, remembering how tiny his peter had been when he was a baby, and contrasting it to its present length. It tasted wonderful, the salty tang of his pre- cum filled her mouth, tantalizing her, making her want to taste his hot semen on her tongue. She cupped her hand under his balls and rolled them in their wrinkled sac, feeling them churn like hard slick marbles in her palm. "Oh, Mom, I'm gonna cum! I can't help it! I'm gonna cum!" Jerry grunted, pumping furiously into her open mouth. He twisted violently against her lips, feeling his sperm foam in his balls and rise in his cock to burst in her mouth. "I'M CUMMING! IN YOUR MOUTH!" Barbara sucked vigorously at the hot flow of her son's sperm, drinking from the spurting fountain of his prick. It seemed like it would never quit. She gulped and swallowed a bucket of frothing jism. Finally she fell back on the pillows and Jerry's cock slid from her lips. He stared at her, a strange light in his eyes. "That was great," he admitted, slightly ashamed of his lust. "Do you se how it is now? Did you want me to stop sucking you?" Barbara asked. "Could you stop yourself ... once you were fucking my mouth?" "No, no I couldn't," Jerry admitted. "No way ... It was unreal, it was like I was just a cock and I had to cum ..." his voice trailed off. "Would you like to fuck me?" Barbara asked casually, watching his face. She wanted him desperately. She wanted his cock in her twat, and she also wanted him to experience the whole of sex. She had to show him how powerful sex was - how the more you got, the more you got, the more you wanted. She didn't want him to think of her as a whore. She wanted to show him how great sex was and how it got control of a person. She still felt it was wrong to fuck and suck her own son, but she was committed now. She promised herself that tomorrow she would take care of it all - tomorrow. Right now she wanted to fuck her son. "God yes, Mom ... I guess I've wanted to for a long time," Jerry admitted, looking at her squarely. "I was so jealous of those other guys, I wanted to hurt you ... but now, I'd love to fuck you, if you want me to." He looked at her pleadingly, his eyes going over her lush body, her full breasts tipped with coral, her slender waist and flaring hips encircled by the black garter belt, her bright auburn pussy hair covering her mound of delight. "Oh yes, Jerry, I want you to," Barbara breathed. "Come up here. You can suck my titties if you like ... suck the nipples good, son, and I'll love it! And touch my pussy. Just slide your hand down there." She guided his hand to her pubic area and opened her legs, letting him slip his fingers in. "Gosh, our hair's the same color down there," Jerry said, laughing nervously. He felt his mother's cunt open invitingly under his fingers as he probed. He sank his middle finger in to the knuckle, feeling around her cunt, sliding it in and out of the canal. He was amazed at the pressure her twat exerted on his finger. He wondered how his cock would feel in that tight, sucking well and shivered in anticipation. His young pecker was erect again, standing straight out from his stomach in an arching curve, out of his soft nest of reddish curls. "It's wet," he confided, diddling her with his fingers, smiling as she quivered. He knew he was turning her on, and he was proud. His mother was quivering and trembling under him, wanting him to stick his cock in her cunt. "It's all wet and squishy in there." Thank God Steve didn't cum in my cunt, Barbara thought fervently. She wouldn't want her son's first fuck to be sloppy seconds! Out loud she murmured, "That's because I want you so, darling! I love your finger in my cunt, fucking me! Do it harder ... make me cum on your hand! That's it! Yes, oooohhhh yes ... fingerfuck me, baby, fuck your mama with your hand! Make me cum." She flopped around, impaled on his fingers like a fish on a hoop, her orgasm causing her to shimmer and shake. Her pussy gushed, wetting his hand. "Did you pee on my hand, Mom?" Jerry asked as the warm, hot fluid gushed over his fingers. Barbara was silent as her orgasm subsided, then said hoarsely, "No, darling, that was my cum - that's how a girl cums. Now fuck me, for God's sake, get on me and fuck me! Put your cock in my hole and fuck your mama!" Jerry scrambled on top of his mother. She raised her hips, presenting her pussy in a blatant invitation. He sank his prick between her legs, searching for the wet, warm hole he had imagined receiving him. And then he found it. With a cry of triumph he sank into her, his cock plunging into the vagina that had given birth to him eighteen years ago. "I'm in, Mom, I'm in your cunt!" he cried. "Yes, oh yes, you are! Your beautiful prick is in my twat - deep - so deep - and good - oh God! It's driving me wild!" Barbara cried, wrapping her legs around her son's back and rocking under him. She felt her insides melt into a mass of sex crazed flesh, her twat opening under his forceful plunges. She could imagine no greater thrill than this, fucking her son, receiving his sperm in her cunt! The depravity and perverseness excited her even more. She drummed her heels against his legs as she lifted and churned beneath him, using her pussy like a vise to clamp him to her. She never wanted it to end. She wanted to go on and on in this lustful dream, floating on a cloud of desire, her body spasming and convulsing in a powerful orgasm. "Fuck me, fuck me, Jerry!" she cried wildly. She was smashed into the bed with each lunge of his prick. She wished she could engulf him completely, take his whole body back into her womb. She felt his balls smashing against the distended lips of her cunt, and she crazily tried to open them, to pull him all inside. "I am fucking you, Mom, oh, MAMA! I'M FUCKING YOUR CUNT! It's fantastic! I love to fuck you. OH MOM! I LOVE IT!" Jerry screamed. He thrust furiously into the sucking maw of his mother's twat, feeling his cock sink to the hilt in the swampy marsh. He was swimming in a sea of cunt. He felt like he was surrounded by it. He could smell the odor from their clashing sex orgasm mingle with the smell of their sweat and he loved it. He loved the way her cunt gripped his penis, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel it to the tips of his toes. His leg muscles twitched with the sensation. He bent forward and grabbed her tits in both hands, wrapping his fingers around the creamy globe and squeezing roughly. Barbara rolled with each thrust. His pecker was a hot rod of iron, stoking the fire in her twat. Sweat poured from her thrashing body, making her skin meet his with a sucking noise. The air was filled with the suckings and gurglings of sex. Her pussy plopped each time he thrust into her, emitting a squishing noise. The slap of their sweaty bodies and their mingled grunts and groans of pleasure filled the air. "Give it to me faster, faster, harder," she muttered. She pulled his head to hers and their open mouths met in a passionate kiss, tongues mingling and thrashing. She sucked in his breath eagerly. She felt like his tongue was a prick in her mouth, stabbing away at the soft insides in unison with his jabbing pecker. She drank his saliva avidly, swallowing, imagining it was jism from a spurting cock. Jerry increased his tempo ... his balls were bursting and he knew he had to cum soon. He pounded lustily into his mother. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot my wad in your pussy, Mom!" he warned. "I'm gonna cum all in your hot cunt!" "Yes, darling, cum in your mother, let me have your sperm!" Barbara screeched. She was beside herself with lust. All she wanted to feel her son's hot semen bursting inside her aching cunt. She knew it would bring her off again. She wanted to feel it! "Cum in me, fuck me, cum, cum," she chanted in rhythm to her son's strokes. His pecker zipped in and out of her cunt with increasing speed. His lithe young hips flailed tirelessly above her, driving the shaft of his penis into her waiting cunt. He could feel the texture of her canal change as she rode the crest of her orgasm. It tightened as she came, then felt loose and flabby, then tightened in an endless cycle of lust. "Here it comes! OH GOD! HOTSHIT! FEEL IT, MOM ... FEEL ME CUMMING IN YOU ... I'M CUMMING..." With a loud cry Jerry fell onto Barbara's body, his knees buckling as his orgasm ripped through him. He felt like his head was blowing up. His guts twisted as his balls burst. "I'M BLOWING MY NUTS!" Rope after rope of semen gushed from the head of his prick, inundating Barbara's womb with her son's sperm. "Ooooh-h, yessss. I FEEL YOUR CUM! IT'S SO HOT!" Barbara cried, bucking against son, swallowing his prick with her spasming cunt, gripping tightly with her legs, imprisoning him in her hot box. He didn't seem to want to escape. He lay against her, his cock jerking weakly as the last bits of semen oozed from the shrinking tube. He raised his head and grinned at her. "Just lie still, honey," she said. "Let your cock soak in my twat. I'm going to bring it to a stand again inside me. Just don't move, or it'll slip out!" She bore down on his limp penis, holding it firmly inside her with her cuntlips. "Okay, Mom," Jerry answered, lying against her, his head pillowed on the soft cushions of her breasts. He had never heard of such a thing. But she was his mom, and he'd do what she asked. She certainly seemed to know a lot about sex! He thrust down a pang of jealousy and lay quiescent on her breast, feeling her twat muscles caress his tired prick. "Can you feel it, dear?" Barbara asked, concentrating. She tried to imagine his limp prick resting inside her and clenched her muscles about it, thinking of her cunt as a stroking hand, bringing him to erection. "yeah. You're squeezing me down there with your cunt," Jerry said excitedly. He could feel her cunt gently kneading his penis, and he thought he could feel a spark of life as it raised its head in the dark cavern. "Don't move, son," Barbara cautioned. "I read about this ... how it's possible to fuck this way without even moving, just using your muscles. Hindus or somebody do it this way." She repressed a bump of excitement as she definitely felt Jerry's pecker move inside her. "I can feel you moving in me," she confided. "Your cock's swelling up ..." She worked her cunt on his prick, rippling the muscles up and down. She could almost see his prick in her mind - growing slowly inside her canal! Her cunt exuded moisture as the excitement of her success got to her, and as she grew aroused, her muscle action grew stronger, pulling silently at Jerry's hidden prick. "Oh, boy, I can really feel it now!" Jerry cried in excitement. He hadn't thought it possible, but it was happening! His soft prick was hardening and lengthening inside his mother's cunt, gaining new strength with each stroke of her talented pussy. "It's getting hard. I can feel my balls filling up again! Wow!" "Yes, yes, I can feel it, too," responded his mother. "It's filling me up - getting big again. Jerking around, oh, Jerry, it's wonderful!" She smiled mistily up at the face of her son. This was a new experience for her, this slow filling of her womb! She was suffused with love as her vagina filled with her son's growing prick. She had never felt so close to any of her lovers before. This was an incredibly fulfilling experience. She wondered if they could really fuck to orgasm this way - just using their muscles. She was determined to try. "Don't move your hips," she told her son as he started to move involuntarily. He looked at her in amazement. He was hard again and ready to fuck now. That was the point wasn't it? "We'll just keep on like this - use our muscles and cum that way," his mother told him. "Like the Hindus?" Jerry laughed, catching on. "Okay, if you want - it feels great right now, though I don't see how anything could be better than plain old fucking!" He forced his hips to remain still and pressed more deeply into his mother. Maybe, maybe I can make it jerk around in there, he thought. The idea of muscle control was a new one to him, but he could see how it would improve regular fucking if he could make his prick jerk at will. He carefully tightened his ass muscles and was gratified to find his penis jerked in accord. "Did you feel that, Mom?" he cried. "Yes, dear, that's the way. Now let's just quietly lie here and do that to each other. Let's try to move in rhythm," she answered, giving a few quick jabs with her twat. They lay together, tightly clasped in each other's arms, letting their sex organs mesh together in harmony. As he jerked his prick inside her, she rippled her cunt along his shaft. She could feel him filling her whole cavity now, his dick pushing against the pulsing walls of her cunt. As her pussy juices flowed, she felt an unbearable urge to grind her hips beneath him, hastening her orgasm, but she restrained herself, merely increasing the pressure. For an inexperienced man, Jerry was doing a great job. He used his ass and pelvic muscles, causing his prick to bounce inside his mother. He could feel his balls lifting in their sac and climbing up, hardening and tightening. He wanted desperately to rise up and fuck in and out as hard as he could. His hips quivered under the strain. "Oh, Mom, I can't stand it! I gotta move!" he groaned. "Just a little more, son, try to relax," Barbara grated through clenched teeth, trying to follow her own advice. But it was too late. Jerry's hips suddenly shook and ground into her, pulling and shoving with age-old motions of intercourse. She sighed and moved with him, letting herself be carried off, her orgasm breaking over her in a whirl of feeling. "That's okay. Fuck me harder now, son, give it to your mother," she called encouragingly. Jerry pounded into her. He had wanted to finish the other way, but he couldn't. He just couldn't stand it! The tide of lust swept over him, forcing his hips to plow into his mother's cunt desperately. "I'm gonna cum. I waited so long, I can't help it. Hold me, Mom. I'm fucking you ..." Barbara held her son tight, her body churning under his, ready to receive his second cum without withdrawing. He had mad a valient effort to do the muscle fuck, and she would reward him by giving him a good cum! She reached behind him, bypassing his sweaty balls, and probed for his asshole - finding it, she pressed through the opening and buried her finger in him. As she sank her digit into his buttery ass, she felt his prick spasm and burst inside her, splattering her cunt walls with hot thick sperm. "AAAGGGHHH! FUCK! I'M CUMMING! HOLD ME, MOMMA!" Jerry screamed. Mother and son convulsed in each other's arms, holding each other for dear life, cunt and cock cumming in perfect unison. Finally they fell apart, Jerry's cock slipping from Barbara's cunt. "I tried, Mom," he said weakly, laughing a little. "I guess those Hindus practice a lot." "I guess they do," Barbara answered fondly, stroking her son's head. "We'll have to practice, too," he said boldly, looking at her from the corner of his eye. "Whenever I'm home from school ..." Barbara accepted the inevitable. "Yes, we'll practice," she whispered. She wasn't going to tell him again what a dreadful sin this was. She would bear the load of guilt herself. She had brought this incestuous affair on herself, and she alone would pay the consequences, she resolved. What was she going to do while Jerry was away at school, she had no idea. She didn't want to go on as she had, seducing every young man she could get her hands on. She sighed, putting it from her mind. Something would happen and solve her problem. Jerry looked at his mother. She was lying back, relaxed, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing. He ran his hand over her tits lovingly. They were soft now, their turgid nipples slowly subsiding into the twin brown areolas. She smiled back at him as his hand caressed her sweat-slick flesh. "It was great, Mom, I never knew how wonderful it could be," he admitted. "I think I understand it now. You just can't help yourself, can you? And I guess just one guy isn't enough for you." He looked at her longingly, wishing he alone could satisfy her hunger, but knowing he couldn't. "No, I guess not," Barbara admitted. It was a big admission for her, and contrary to everything she had previously believed. Everyday morality dictated that one man should be sufficient for one woman, and, until the last few days, she had believed it. But now she wasn't too sure that society was right. Hadn't her actions proved that she needed almost constant sex? And what one man could satisfy that? "I bet you could go again easy," Jerry continued. "If you want, well, would you like me to get Steve in here? Maybe the two of us could keep you happy, for a while at least." He frowned, wishing he didn't have to go back to school. Barbara's heart leaped. She couldn't believe her son was suggesting this solution. "You wouldn't mind?" she breathed, her body already tingling at the thought of taking on the two men. Why, they can fuck me in the ass and cunt at the same time, she thought. She had wanted to try that since this afternoon, when Skip and Buddy had used the bottle on her empty orifice. Imagine what two cocks could do. She shuddered. "Well, I do mind in a way," Jerry admitted. "But," he got a mental picture of he and his friend plowing simultaneously into his mother's trembling body, "anything for you. I wouldn't be jealous - I know you need it!" He grinned at her, not admitting even to himself that his prime motive was a selfish desire. "Oh, Jerry darling, I love you! You're so understanding. Go get your friend," Barbara said excitedly. "I'd love to have you both. Of course you'll always be first," she added comfortingly as a shadow of doubt crossed her son's face. "Okay, Mom," Jerry said, jumping off the bed, stark naked. "Just a second. I'll get him!" He walked out of the room. Barbara lay back on the bed, scarcely about to breathe for excitement. Both of them at once, doing what I want. God! she mused, her mind full of lascivious pictures. She hugged herself in anticipation, rocking back and forth on the bed.



Chapter Nine - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

Steve slipped through the door and looked at Barbara hesitantly. He had been sitting in his room, wondering if he should pack and get a bus or call his parents, but he didn't know what reason he could give for leaving a day early. It would hardly do to tell them Jerry had caught him fucking his mother and kicked him out. He was in a mess! The only bright spot was his recollection of screwing Mrs. Anderson, and he had a feeling that that made up for it all! Jerry had been gone for a long time. He hoped he wasn't being too hard on his mother. She was really a nice lady! He couldn't believe she had been nice enough to initiate him into sex. He'd always remember her with gratitude as well as desire. He sighed. If only Jerry hadn't come in on them, there was a lot of other stuff he would have liked to try with her! When Jerry had come into his room, he had cowered back, fearful that his friend was still mad. But Jerry had grinned at him and motioned him to get up. "Steve? Why don't you go in and see Mom again? She'd really like you to." Steve looked at his friend in consternation. Jerry's eyes were shining with a hot light and his face was flushed. And he was nude. Steve wondered what was going on. He wasn't to be left in doubt long for his friend urged him to follow. "I'm gonna take a piss. You just go on in - she's ready for you. I'll be in in a minute!" Jerry left him at the door to Barbara's room and disappeared into the bathroom. Steve followed him with his eyes. His mind boggled. If what he said was true, Jerry was telling him to go back in and screw his Mom and he'd join them. Steve cautiously opened the door, expecting Jerry to return at any moment and drag him out boldly. "Uh, Jerry sent me, Mrs. Anderson," he stuttered, his eyes going over the reclining figure on the bed. She was still dressed as she had been before, in garter belt and hose. She just looked a trifle more disheveled. Her lips were bright red and wet as she smiled at him, and he saw the stains of semen on her auburn bush. So Jerry screwed her, too, he mused, his prick stirring at the thought. "Come here, dear," Barbara crooned, raising her arms. "Jerry and I had a long talk, and we decided to include you in our understanding. We're going to have a lot of fun together!" "You bet!" Steve exclaimed, his eyes glowing. "Wow! This is unreal!" He sat on the edge of the bed gingerly and reached out to touch her swollen boobs. "Jerry said he'd be here in a minute, for us to go ahead," he said. "Would you like me to lick your pussy for a while? I really liked the way it tasted before!" "Oh, yes, darling, lick my cunt," Barbara murmured, raising her hips and presenting her cunt in open invitation for his tongue. He fell to his knees and advanced his head eagerly. His tongue darted into her swollen hole. It was a dirty, filthy thought, and the perversity made it the most exciting thing he could imagine. If anyone had ever told him that the taste of a boy's cum would turn him on, he would have hit him - he was no queer! But eating out of a woman's cunt, the taste of sperm mingled with the sharp tang of pussy, that was something else! He licked her out happily, swallowing fresh pussy juice in huge gulps, his tongue vibrating against the slick walls of her cunt. "Oooooh, Stevie, suck my cunt good. I love the way your tongue is fucking me. Clean it out, baby, clean my kitchen, swallow my cum. Oh yes, please, suck it," she mumbled, her hands pinching and massaging her swollen tits. Her whole body felt light. She was floating on a cloud of lust. She bucked her hips into the boy's sucking face, imprisoning his bobbing head with her firm thighs. Steve clamped his lips on her clitoris - it wobbled under his touch and tried to slip away, but he pulled it from its sheath and nibbled on the shiny head, causing her to buck wildly. He bunched two fingers together and slid then into her pulsing hole, finger-fucking her as he sucked on her clitoris. Barbara groaned in lust. Steve was learning fast, she thought crazily. He sucked her cunt like he'd been doing it for years, expertly rasping he sensitive clit with his tongue, ramming his fingers into her twat in perfect rhythm. She looked down past her breasts. She could see his head between her thighs, his dark hair splashing against her white thighs, tickling them. She could even feel his nose in her twat, rubbing back and forth along her distended lips, sliding in her slippery groove. She wondered how he could breathe. Surely he was choking from her copious fluids! But he didn't seem to mind. He dug away unceasingly with fingers and tongue, sending her over the brink into a crashing orgasm. "Oh, oh, oh! I'm cumming Steve! Cumming in your face! Oh, eat me, darling! Eat my cum!" she screamed, her hips bucking under his face. He sucked harder and faster, his tongue flashing over the whole swollen surface, his teeth clamped on her clit, his fingers pounding in her cunt. As she gushed, he pulled out his fingers and glued his mouth to her sticky slot, drinking in the sweet fluids of her cum. Finally he lifted his face and grinned at her, pussy juice trickling down his chin, and, without a pause, climbed on top of her, sinking his hard dick into her still trembling hole. Barbara shuddered, her pussy grasping eagerly at the new invader, drawing his cock into her spasming canal greedily, sucking at him with greasy cuntlips. "Oh, yes, fuck me, now!" "I am," Steve said, feeling her pussy engulf him. The incredible sensation of her still quivering cunt grasping his dick sent tremors of excitement through his body. Her cunt felt like it had fingers, fingers that clasped his dick and squeezed it, pulling him into a bottomless pit. "Give it to me hard," she begged, looking up at him with moist eyes. She cupped her breasts together and offered them to him, hoping he would suck on the tender nipples. "I will, Mrs. Anderson," Steve promised. "I'll fuck you as hard as I can!" He bent forward and slipped her nipples into his mouth, sucking on the turgid tips. Barbara shivered as fire lanced through her chest and joined the molten blaze in her stomach. She felt like she was burning up now, her whole body smoldering, waiting to be ignited by his cock to a consuming blaze. She kept her heels flat on the bed, her back arching as she undulated her hips under his attack. His pecker zipped in and out of her steaming hole. It was a delicious friction. She wished he were a little larger and could reach the most sensitive places in the back of her cunt, but she knew Jerry would be here soon to help out, and she wouldn't be unsatisfied. Besides, her body still glowed from her orgasm under Steve's tongue, and his prick was doing a good job of keeping her passions going. She raised her legs and put them over his shoulders, knowing that this would tighten her cunt, but it wasn't enough. She groaned in partial frustration and wished Jerry would hurry! Steve was unaware of Barbara's frustration. He pounded into her cunt, not noticing that he was a little small for her distended hole. Her hole was flabby, puffed from the successive screwings with salami and Jerry's bigger cock. Steve didn't care. He was too relieved at getting his opportunity to fuck her again to worry about minor details. He was getting enough stimulation. He knew he was going to cum soon. "Steve, hold it, darling. Let me turn over. You can go in doggy style, from the back, it'll be tighter," Barbara said finally. She didn't want him to stop, but it was maddening to her to be right at the brink of orgasm and not be able to go over. And she was tired of waiting for Jerry. It seemed like he'd been away for hours! And she wanted a good, tight fuck now! "I don't wanna fuck your ass right now," Steve complained. "No, just go in my pussy from the back," Barbara explained, turning over quickly and sticking her butt up in the air. Steve stared at her rear end. He could see her pussy lips hanging down, looking slightly obscene and bloated with lust. He was a little disgusted. He had never seen a cunt from this angle, and he didn't like the way it looked, but he was too excited to be picky. He felt between her legs and located her gaping hole easily, then brought his prick to the mark and shoved it in. She was right - it was a lot tighter from this angle, and his prick hit some new areas he couldn't reach before. He pumped into her, careful not to dislodge himself until they got a rhythm going. "Reach in there and grab my clit!" Barbara commanded hoarsely. This was more like it. Her cunt was much tighter around his cock, and the curving angle of his prick made it hit excitingly against her canal. As the boy's hand snaked between her thighs and grabbed in her soppy cunt for her clitoris, she shook in passion. His finger touched the slippery button, and she squealed in pleasure. "That's the way, oh fuck me, harder, harder! I'm going to cum all over the place - God, I can feel it in my stomach!" Steve grimly clung to her churning ass, one hand wrapped around her hips, his fingers clawing at her clit, the other hand cupping one of her hanging tits, pinching the nipple with his fingers. "That's the way, Mrs. Anderson, shake your ass!" he crowed. "I'm gonna cum soon. I'm fill your fucking cunt." The two humped frantically on the bed, trying to gain maximum stimulation from this position. Barbara's head was pressed into the mattress, her body bent like a bow from the force of the young boy's cock thrusts. She panted like a steam engine, her body quaking with each blow, her insides churning as she strove toward orgasm. Finally she knew she was there - a few more strokes into her sensitive cunt and she'd make it! "Just a little more, Steve, fuck me hard!" she yelled. "I'm trying, but I gotta cum quick. My balls are about to blow!" Steve pumped violently into her sloppy cunt. His cock squished through her fleshy parts like a knife through soft cheese, parting her dripping membranes, slamming into the back wall of her cunt. Every time his cock hit the spot near the opening of her womb, she spasmed around his pole. But he couldn't keep it up much longer. The need for release was coursing through him. "Hold on! I'M GONNA BLOW MY NUTS! HERE IT COMES! OH, FUCK, FUCK! CUMMING! OHHHHHH!" and his tube began to spurt, sending a hot stream of cum into her hot pussy. Barbara didn't mind. Her orgasm had flooded her seconds before his announcement, and she was swept away on a tide of pussy fluid, her stomach muscles convulsing with the strain, her cunt spasming. "Ohhh, cum in me! Fuck your beautiful sperm into me," she moaned, collapsing forward on the bed. The man fell with her, his shrinking prick slipping from her hole with a plop. "Beautiful," a voice said cheerfully. "Move over, Steve, I want to get some of my Mom's cunt, too," Jerry said. He had arrived for the last of the previous scene, and had restrained an impulse to jump in. He wanted to watch for a minute, see how it looked from an outside view. The last time he had seen Steve fuck his mother, he was too pissed off to observe closely. This time he had watched carefully with bated breath, one hand stroking his dick, his eyes glued to the fucking bodies in amazement. He had watched as Steve plunged his thin pecker into his mother's rear. For a minute he'd thought he was going in her bung hole, but then he saw the distended lips of her pussy bulge around his friend's cock. He had been especially turned on by the action of his mother's hips. They had swung in circles and bumped up and down as if on well-oiled springs. Steve's prick had looked like a dark nail as it hammered in and out of Barbara's cunt, disappearing into her recesses. He had noticed how fluids ran down her thighs and soaked his balls, and when the two came, that was the most exciting part of all! He had recognized Barbara's orgasm by the frantic trembling of her body, her skin rippling over her bunched up muscles. And a few seconds later Steve had shot his wad. He watched as Steve's body smashed into his Mom's cunt and ground his hips furiously, screwing himself in to the root. When he pulled out his shrunken cock, semen dripped from Barbara's open cunt, running down her legs and puddling on the sheet. Jerry's cock was standing straight up, ready for action. He had watched enough! Barbara's heart leaped as she heard her son's voice. Her body was still on fire. She had had two mind-blowing orgasms and was ready for more! Her cunt exuded a dollop of sperm and she rolled over on her back, smiling at Jerry. Steve lay beside her breathing heavily. "Wow, your Mom's really something," he told Jerry. "Yeah, well, Mom, where do you want it? I think I'd like to have you give me head." Without waiting for an answer, Jerry straddled his mother's chest, poising his prick before her mouth. It stuck straight out from his stomach, a thick shaft of pulsing red topped with a rosy head. His mother's luscious lips gladly received her son's love shaft and sucked him to orgasm. Jerry smiled, knowing that he and Steve would have many more good times together with his Mom.



The advertisement in the newspaper was more than interesting to Barbara. She had been scanning the ads for days, and here it was! The answer to her problem. She had decided she had to get out of her present lifestyle, have something to do, something more than bicycle riding off into the hills every so often with Annette. Something to insure that she would not be at home when her son came home on his future vacations. This terrible thing had to stop. If she was home, uninvolved, it would happen again and again. She had to get involved with something.

Business Opportunity

BIKE SHOP, SALES AND SERVICE. GOOD LOCATION. JUST OFF COLLEGE CAMPUS. PLENTY OF STUDENT TRAFFIC. QUALIFIED STAFF RUN SHOP. OWNER LEAVING STATE. $15,000 HANDLES.

But that wasn't the best part of it! The bike shop was just off the campus where Jim attended State College! She thought about Jim, thought how wonderful it would be. "Bike freak" is what he had called himself. He could work for her! It was, if nothing else, a way out. Two days later she was looking over the shop. They carried an inventory of every make of bike, even had a few mopeds. She gave the old man who owned the shop a certified check and said she would take over the business in one week. Barbara and Annette pumped their bikes up a steep hill. "But why didn't you tell me what you were doing? I could have been your partner, Barbara. Think of it, a bike shop!" Annette queried. "No, Annette, this has to be something I do by myself. Besides, it won't interfere with our bike jaunts. I only have to be up at the shop two days a week. Doing the books and such." "But we've always been partners in this bike thing. I'm hurt, Barbara, I must tell you that." They reached the top of the hill and coasted downward. And Barbara thought, but I've had other partners besides you, sweet Annette. Oh! If you only knew! "We've only got two miles to go," Annette called. "I can't wait to see your new bike shop." "Yes, well you go on. I'll give you the keys and you can look it over. I have an errand to run first." "An errand? To where?" Annette asked quizzically. "Personal. It's a call I have to make on a friend at the college. The campus is off to the left, the shop is off to the right. I'll join you in an hour or so. And Annette, I have a present for you. When you get to the shop pick out whatever bike you want, it's yours. After all, it's you who introduced me to the bike world." They did not stop riding while Barbara handed Annette the keys to the shop. Then Barbara turned off to her left, Annette attacking an up-grade to the right, toward the shop. The up- grade was not a problem, but she struggled to remember the address of the shop. "Sometimes I think you're crazy, Barb," Annette yelled as she turned. Then she puffed hard, her legs working and straining. "I think I'm getting old." Well, get old by yourself, love. I never felt younger in my life! Barbara thought as she headed into the campus grounds. It was just as Jim had described it, one block off campus, right on the beach, a New Orleans atmosphere with funny little balconies, and the freshman girls pedaling their bikes down the street in their little bikinis, no bras under their T-shirts. She walked down three steps and knocked at the door of Jim's basement apartment. There was no answer, so she knocked again. Still nothing. She tried the door and it was unlocked. Entering and calling his name, she came upon a small living room with a floor piled high with books, old newspapers, girlie magazines, and Playboy pinups on the wall, beer cans in the corner, and an odor of pot hanging heavy in the air. "Who the hell is it?" a voice came from the bathroom. "Barbara. Is that you, Jim?" "Barbara who?" The voice seemed strained. "Barbara, the bike freak," she laughed. "No shit? C'mon in." She opened the bathroom door and saw him sitting in a wooden chair that was placed directly below a shower that poured water on his head a shoulders. His body was perfectly tanned, beautiful muscular perfection. She had to smile. He looked so wonderfully young. "What in the world are you doing? You'll ruin that chair. It looks like an antique." "Naw," Jim said, his hair washed flat down over his face. "Early Salvation Army. These landlord gougers give us shit for furniture, they figure they've got a captive audience. Serves 'em right, the bastards." "But how long have you been sitting there? Your skin's shriveling up." "Big bash last night. This is the best thing for a hangover. Cold water, man. Cold water and then a hot woman. Cure you every time." "oh? Well then you've got both, haven't you." She started slipping out of her shorts. "Yeah, awesome. I'm just lucky, I guess. You like cold showers? Climb in. To tell you the truth I've thought about you a lot. You were some kinda lay, lady. Hmmm. That brings back some memories ..." Barbara was stark naked now as she stepped into the shower stall. She wasted no time kneeling to her hot young hunk. Barbara's lips and tongue were busy doing what they did best. In the middle of the heated session in the cold shower, the old chair broke. Neither the hot sucking woman nor the young horny college student cared. Barbara hungrily continued blowing her dream lover knowing that all her plans would work out.

T H E E N D

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Okay, folks, that's the end of Barbara's Freewheeling adventures. I hope you enjoyed it. Unfortunately Barbara has been forced into permanent retirement by some Jerry Falwell supporters. So please be advised that all BARBARA?.TXT files will be purged on June 10th. If any of you have suggestions as to where Barbara could continue her adventures (ie. adult BBS), please write: A. Green 1601 West 2nd Street #C4 Brooklyn, New York

 

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