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Archive-author: A. Green
Archive-title: Freewheeling Barbara - 3
Also-title: Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys - Chapter Three

Keywords: also 3plus, First


  "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 wa 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  I  GUESS  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 nineteen 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 spread-eagled 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 roundness 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 gray-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 ...

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