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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.

  "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...