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Freewheeling Barbara toys with boys #4
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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 Greenway.
"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 Greenway 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 tumbling 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 ...
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