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Archive-name: Family/barbara8.txt
Archive-author: A. Green
Archive-title: Freewheeling Barbara - 8
Also-title: Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys - Chapter Eight

Keywords: also 3plus, First


  "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! HOT SHIT!  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 cunt-lips.
  "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  valiant
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 aureoles.  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.

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