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Chapter Three - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys
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"Jerry!" she gasped. "I thought you were at school! How -what are you
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doing here?"
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"I got all A's so I didn't have to take exams," Jerry explained. "Aren't
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you glad to see me, Mom?"
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"Of course I am. I'm just a little surprised," Barbara answered. Surprise
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wasn't the word for it. What if he'd come five minutes sooner? she thought
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grimly, picturing her son's horror-stricken face. She trod water, trying to
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compose her mind, trying to still her pounding heart. Guilt flooded her. How
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could she have succumbed to her lust - right here in her own home, with her
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son only minutes away. She closed her eyes. She felt like she wa going to
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faint.
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"Are you okay, Mom?"Jerry asked worriedly, looking at his mother's flushed
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face. "You look kinda weird."
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"Oh, I'm fine. Just the heat. Thought I'd cool off in the pool.." Barbara
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became aware that she was babbling and pulled herself together. "Well, I
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think it's wonderful you're home. Let's see, what time is it? Maybe we could
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go out for supper." She clambered out of the water and stood beside her son.
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She glanced down at her body - all in order, no telltale signs of passion.
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"Would you like that?"
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"Sure, Mom,"Jerry answered. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
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It had been some time since he'd seen his mother in a bikini, and he'd been
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too young before to appreciate her beauty. For the first time he looked at
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her as a woman and not his mother. He was slightly embarrassed at his
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feelings, and he tore his eyes away from the tempting display of nearly nude
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flesh. He hadn't seen many girls in brief bathing attire this close. He and
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his buddies at school occasionally sneaked up the hill and spied on the
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local bathing beauties at the beach ... but that was at a distance. He
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swallowed nervously, fixing his eyes on the ground. Unbidden, he thought of
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the pictures in his suitcase. An older boy had given them to him, and he
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hadn't dared to examine them closely in the crowded dormitory. He felt a
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sudden urge to run get them and take them to his bedroom to peruse them in
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private. He was aware of a breathlessness - a tightening in his groin that
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occurred when he was stimulated.
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"Well, Jerry? That okay? I've got a date later on, but we can go to the
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pizza place or something first." Barbara looked at her son anxiously. Now he
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was looking odd. Maybe the sun was getting him, too. All the worried mother
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now, all thoughts of her former lust erased, Barbara put out one hand and
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stroked her son's forehead.
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Jerry jumped as if he'd been shot. "Yes, that'll be great, Mom. I'll -
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I'll just run my bags upstairs." He pulled away.
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"Why don't you lie down and rest for a while? You look a little pale. I
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know that bus trip is murder!" Barbara smiled at her son. "And I am glad
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you're home early. You just startled me earlier. I wasn't expecting anyone."
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"The door was open, so I just came on in," Jerry answered. "I think I will
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go lie down ..." He looked at his mother, trying to appear sick. If she'll
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leave me alone for an hour or so, I can look at my pictures, he thought
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feverishly. The desire to gaze at the forbidden pictures had now reached an
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obsession. He licked his lips slightly and glanced at his mother again,
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wondering if she suspected anything. No, she wasn't even looking at him. She
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was staring at a damp spot beside the pool, a funny look on her face. He
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shrugged. "See ya in a while, Mom," he said, turning and running upstairs.
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Barbara followed him more slowly. I guess he didn't suspect anything, she
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mused. He did look a little strange for a minute - he was staring at me ...
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but it was probably the heat. I think I'll take a shower, too .. must get on
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with things. I have to forget that boy - that must never happen again. I
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wonder how old he is - nineteen? He looks mature for his age. As she
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remembered the most mature part of his body, she blushed vividly and thrust
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down the thought. Never again. I'll have to be sure to keep the door locked
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from now on. Anyhow, now that Jerry's home for break, he won't bother me
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again.I'll keep so busy with Jerry I won't have time to think about horrible
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lewd things. Filled with resolution, Barbara disappeared into her bedroom.
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God! My own son will be ninteen next week! And here I was with a boy his own
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age!
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Jerry sprawled on the bed. He had closed his door and felt quite safe. His
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Mom never came in when the door was closed. She was a great believer in
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privacy. He spread the pictures in front of him and began to look at each
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one carefully. He had pulled his pants off in preparation for his jack-off
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session. He figured that if he came really good, it would wipe out the
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thoughts he'd had looking at his mother. Jerry knew how awful it was to have
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thoughts like that about your mother - it was a major sin. Not only that, if
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anyone found out they'd probably put him in a home or something. Someplace
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for perverted, evil boys. He shivered and resolved never to look at his
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mother again. He concentrated on the pictures.
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There were seven of them. The first was of a buxom blonde. She was naked
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except for a garter belt and black nylons, and she was staring at the camera
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with a lascivious expression on her face, her tongue protruding from her
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full lips. Jerry drew a deep breath, wondering how it would feel to kiss her
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on those full wet lips. As his eyes slowly took in the rest of the picture,
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his breathing quickened and his hand dropped to his penis, which was
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hardening against his leg. He grasped it between thumb and forefinger and
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began slowly stroking it. He looked at the woman's pictured breasts for a
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long time, his breath coming in ragged puffs as he ran his finger over the
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picture, imagining how those big boobs would feel under his hand."Oh, baby,"
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he breathed. "What a set!" He breathed harder, picturing his lips fastened
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on the erect nipples. Almost unwillingly, he slid his eyes farther down.
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The woman's legs were widespread, and she was holding her cunt open with one
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hand,showing the treasures inside. A thick growth of bushy curls covered her
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twat,curling along the extended lips of her open cunt. Jerry could just make
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out the ridges and convolutions of the slit.He peered closer. It looked wet.
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It almost glistened in the picture, seeming to beckon him nearer. He stroked
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it with a trembling finger, fantasizing that he was running his digit over a
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real, wet cunt. He had touched a cunt before - the gardener's daughter let
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the boys at school feel her for a dollar. But she didn't have one like this.
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Hers was sparsely furred and the slit was tiny, nothing like this fleshy
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abundance. Jerry could see a tiny knob of flesh at the top of the opening.
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He wondered if that was the thing the boy who had given him the picture had
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told him about. Supposedly you could just press on this nub of flesh and the
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girl would let you do anything you wanted. Jerry's hand moved faster on his
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pecker as he imagined what he would do. He put the picture aside and went on
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to the next.
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In this picture a young red-headed woman was sucking a guy off. The girl's
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body wasn't as full as the other woman's - her breasts were small and tilted
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upwards. Jerry thought they looked like ripe fruit and wished he could bite
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into them. Her body was bent over, showing her luscious ass,and the contrast
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of her long red hair against the white ass made Jerry's heart stop. But the
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interesting thing was - her mouth was completely full - her lips distended
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around this enormous dick she was trying to swallow whole. Jerry looked at
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the man's genitals appreciatively and wondered if his would ever be that
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size. The man's root was huge. It sprang from a nest of dense black curls,
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pointing straight up, obviously fully aroused. The head and about half the
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shaft were buried in the red head's sucking mouth. Her cheeks puffed out and
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around it, trying to accommodate the rod. One of the man's hands was caught
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in the girl's hair, holding her head steady, the other was squeezing one of
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her breasts. Her hands were cupped under his balls, one of them disappearing
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under his bottom. Jerry wondered what she was doing, then it came to him!
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She was feeling the guy's asshole! He shivered, wondering how it would feel
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to have a lady sucking on his dick and fingering his shithole at the same
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time. His hand stroked up and down his pecker in short quick strokes, then
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slowed. He could feel his cum building up, and he wanted to look at the rest
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of the pictures before he came. He flipped to the next one, his hand keeping
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a steady rhythm on his penis.
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"Hoo, boy!" he breathed. This was the best one yet. In this picture a
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busty brunette was lying spreadeagled on the bed, her heavy breasts hanging
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to the side, her widespread thighs facing the camera. Above her, his dick
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still spurting, a man knelt. He had apparently just fucked her, for gobs of
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semen clung to her open vagina and dripped from the head of his softening
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prick. The photographer had caught the moment perfectly. The woman's face
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was glazed with lust, her nipples still turgid with passion. Her open cunt
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seemed to quiver with its load of fresh sperm. Her twat hairs were coated
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with the sticky stuff - it was running down her legs and over her stomach.
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"Wow - he must've really shot a wad," Jerry breathed.
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He wished it were his sperm that was dripping down the woman's outspread
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legs.He wondered how it felt to spurt into a cunt-to cover a woman with cum.
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His hand was moving furiously now. He wanted to cum - to pretend he was
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spurting all over the woman in the picture. "God ... fuck me, baby," he said
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hoarsely, squeezing at his prick as he thought a cunt would. "I'm gonna
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shoot all over your twat!" The lewd words coming from his mouth excited him
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even more and he hurriedly turned to the next picture.
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There were three people in this one. A woman knelt in the center, her full
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breasts hanging down loosely. Behind her, a dark man was plunging into her
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ass, his dick cleaving her buttocks neatly, his balls smashed against the
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full roudness of her buttocks. He was reaching under her with one hand,
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feeling her twat. In front of her another man was thrusting his turgid prick
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into her open mouth. He was holding her by the hair and pinching her breasts
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with his free hand. The woman seemed in an ecstatic trance, her mouth wide
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to receive the giant prick, her buttocks spread to accommodate the man
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behind her. Jerry couldn't decide which guy he'd rather be, the one with his
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prick buried in that hot asshole, or the one with his dick in the wet
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sucking mouth.
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"Wow ... shake it, baby," he murmured to the woman, feeling his pecker
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buried in the convulsing asshole. "Give me a ride!" He thrust wildly into
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his hand. He could feel his balls tightening and lifting, and knew he
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couldn't hold off any longer. The other pictures would have to wait. He
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jacked off furiously, his eyes glued to the lustful threesome, his mind
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whirling with the stimulus he had received. "Oh, fuck, fuck me, I'm cumming
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... suck it baby ... I'm gonna shoot! I'm cummingggg!!" His young penis
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began spurting wildly, gobs of thick creamy cum jerking from the head in an
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endless stream, gushing through his hand, landing on the pictures, on his
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stomach, on the bedspread. Jerry couldn't remember ever cumming so much - it
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seemed like it would never end. Unbidden, a picture of his mother in her
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bikini flashed into his mind and he convulsed again, his tortured balls
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giving up the last burst of sperm. "Oh, oh, good!" he mumbled, turning over,
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rolling toward the edge of the bed. Then he saw her. His mother. Standing in
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the doorway, her eyes fixed on his dangling penis, a strange expression on
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her face.
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"Mom!" he gasped in horror. Of all the things he had imagined, he had
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never thought of his mom catching him jacking off. "Oh no, Mom!" He stared
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at her in abject amazement. He couldn't think what to do next. It was
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perfectly obvious what he had been doing - there was no way to hide his
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cum-smeared young hard-on and the assortment of pictures. Jerry wondered how
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long she had been standing there. Had she actually seen him cum? Through the
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embarrassment and fear that filled him, he was aware of a twinge of lust at
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the thought of his lovely mother watching him jack off.
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"It's okay, dear ... nothing to be ashamed of," Barbara said. "I'm sorry -
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I knocked, but I thought you said come in. It's perfectly normal. I didn't
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realize you were growing up so fast." Barbara smiled at her son, hoping her
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emotions were well hidden. For what she felt was not motherly at all-she was
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suffused with sudden lust! She had knocked at the boy's door - that was true
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- but she had heard his voice crying out lewd words, accompanied by grunts
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and moans. She hadn't been able to resist opening the door quietly, driven
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by curiosity and something else she couldn't name. And she had seen her son,
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his hand wrapped around his prick, jerking off as he writhed on the bed, his
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eyes fixed on a picture he held in his other hand. She blushed, remembering
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the picture - a woman being screwed in the ass while she blew another guy.
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Part of her wondered how it would feel to take on two men at once - but she
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quickly squelched that thought. Her eyes had been full of her son's jumping
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dick.She couldn't move-couldn't force herself away. As he neared completion,
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her hand had strayed inside her robe and found her cunt dripping with
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moisture. When he came, she had plunged her finger into herself, frigging
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her clitoris desperately. She hadn't had time to cum, and she was in a state
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of aroused passion,her body aching with lust as she tried to calmly reassure
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herself that masturbation was normal.
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Maybe that is, but what I'm feeling is perverted - wrong - immoral, she
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thought to herself. Screwing this afternoon was bad enough - this - this,
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this is a sin. No mother should think this way about her son. It's
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impossible ... I must be insane! She drew her robe closely around her, as if
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she could shut away her depraved desires. "Don't worry about it, dear. I'll
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never come in your room and disturb you again. And please, don't worry.
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We'll forget about the whole episode. I'm going to get dressed for supper
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now. Pizza okay?" She smiled brightly at her son and backed out of the room,
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closing the door gently behind her. Jerry still sat on the edge of the bed,
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his thoughts in turmoil. He hadn't believed it when his mother had walked in
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on him. He still didn't in fact. But she had been real nice about it. She
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hadn't seemed too shocked or anything. Jerry blushed again. He didn't see
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how he could look her in the face again after what she'd seen! And if she
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knew that he'd been thinking about her when he came ... Jerry winced. Still,
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she hadn't seemed horrified. In fact her expression had reminded him of
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someone. He thought a minute, then his eyes lit on the first picture, the
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one with the big blonde, her face glazed with lust. He stared at the picture
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wondering how it could remind him of his mom as she had stood in the
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doorway, then shrugged. He'd do what she had suggested - forget the whole
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thing, pretend it had never happened. But maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to
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get one of his buddies to spend break with him.For some reason, Jerry didn't
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want to be in the house alone with his mother. Not if she was going to keep
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running around in bikinis and bathrobes! Jerry clattered down the stairs,
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dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. "Okay, Mom, ready to go!" he sang out.
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Barbara got up slowly from the couch and smiled at her son. She was
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dressed in a green dress with a low neckline, and as Jerry saw the twin
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swell of her breasts, his resolve hardened. He just couldn't stay alone with
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her, not thinking the thoughts he did! If Steve or Richard was here he could
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control himself better, could go off with them and try to ignore this sexy
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creature who happened to be his mother.
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"Hey, Mom, would it be all right if I called up Steve and asked him to
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spend break with me? He didn't have anywhere to go. He's still at school. I
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told him I'd ask you and he could come up later if it was okay with you.
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He'll be finished with exams by tomorrow."
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"Sure, hon," Barbara answered, aware of a pang of disappointment at not
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having her son to herself. "Call him right away ... tell him I'd be glad to
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have him visit. I know you boys don't want to be around us old folks all the
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time!" She smiled at him lovingly, wishing she could see him without visual-
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izing his young pecker spurting his hot, tasty-looking cream.
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"Oh, it's not that, Mom! You're sure not old. I mean, it's just that I
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promised Steve ... that is, he's all alone at school." Jerry floundered in
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explanation, hoping he hadn't hurt his mother by intimating that he didn't
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want to be around her.
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"I understand, Jerry. Why don't you call him now, and then we'll go out
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for supper. I have a date with Mr. Greenway tonight. Will you be all right
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by yourself? I didn't know you were coming home, or I'd surely stay. I can
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break the date if you'd rather have me stay."
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"Oh no. I mean ... I'll be fine. Got some reading to do - wouldn't be good
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company anyhow," Jerry stuttered, completely unnerved by the prospect of his
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mother remaining home.
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"I guess so. You're a big boy now, after all," Barbara looked at her son,
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and they both flushed and looked away as they remembered what a big boy he
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was. No, not a boy. He was almost a man now. Why did this thought hurt? Her
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own age? Life slipping away from her. Was this why she peddled that damned
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bicycle mile after tortuous mile?To somehow, some way, hold on to her youth?
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She looked at her legs.They were tanned and muscular. "Bike freak," she said
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to herself, using the same intonation that young Jim had that day at the
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motel. But what could the damned bike do when her chin began to sag, or the
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crow's feet began to spider around her eyes? When would that be, five years,
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six years? What would she end up, a little old grey-haired lady with a trim,
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tight body that didn't match her false teeth?
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She had read an advertisement in today's newspaper. A plastic surgeon
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saying he understood, the dilemma of the "aging woman." Eyelid-lifts, chin
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lifts, brow-creases eliminated. No. She wasn't to that yet. But how long
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would a lousy two-hundred dollar bicycle keep her young? Not long. Not long
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...
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