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Archive-name: Family/barbara4.txt
Archive-author: A. Green
Archive-title: Freewheeling Barbara - 4
Also-title: Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys - Chapter Four

Keywords: also 3plus, First


  Barbara sat in the dark bar with Jason Greenway, trying to smile  and
nod  at  the appropriate places in the conversation, but  her  thoughts
were elsewhere.  She was remembering her young lover of the  afternoon,
dwelling  on  his  powerful physique and  boyish  face,  recalling  how
expertly  he  had  brought her smoldering  passions  into  flame.   She
shivered  slightly  as she pictured her uninhibited  enjoyment  of  the
boy's  advances,  and  a drop of moisture welled in  her  vagina.   She
pressed her legs together.
  "Isn't that so, Barbara?" asked Jason Greenway.
  "Oh.   Yes, of course.  You're absolutely right,"  Barbara  murmured.
Her  cunt  was itching and burning with repressed desire now,  and  she
felt that she couldn't stand sitting here listening to him much longer.
I  don't want to be here, she thought boldly. I want to enjoy myself  -
dance - I want to fuck somebody -anybody.  Her thoughts strayed to  the
exciting  picture of her young son jerking off, and she moaned  faintly
as she tried to banish the wicked thought.
  "I  say,  are you all right?" Jason peered at  his  companion's  face
worriedly.   She  had  seemed  strange all  evening  -  abstracted.  He
remembered that her son had come home unexpectedly and wondered if that
was  disturbing  her.  "Are you worried about Jerry?   He'll  be  fine.
He's  a grown man now, and you said his friend would be  here  tomorrow
morning."
  "Yes,  I mean, no, I'm not worried," Barbara said,  laughing  wildly.
If he only knew how worried I am! she thought to herself.  "I'm fine."
  "Well,  if you don't mind my saying so, you look a trifle  under  the
weather," Jason Greenway continued.  "If you'd prefer to go home ..."
  "No, no, I want to dance!" Barbara said suddenly, standing up.  "Come
on, Jason, dance with me."  Actually, she wanted to ride a bike!
  "Certainly,  my  dear," Jason replied ponderously, sliding  back  his
chair and joining her.  He led her to the floor and put his arms  about
her correctly, leading her in a slow step.
  Barbara  felt  the  music enter her, and she  swayed  to  the  rhythm
gracefully.   She  pressed close to her partner.   Jason  held  himself
stiffly  as the woman pressed into him.  He couldn't imagine  what  had
gotten  into her.  She was practically embracing him in the  middle  of
the  dance  floor!   He drew back slightly. This  would  never  do  ...
mauling  each other like a pair of horny teen-agers!  "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."
  "Good night," 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 unfinished.
  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 exhilaration  faded  as  she
watched her son swimming slowly toward her.  His face was contorted  in
a  grimace  as he swam jerkily.  She stood up, worried.  Jerry  was  an
excellent swimmer and should have beat her hands down.
  "Are  you  all right, dear?" she called.  Maybe he has a  cramp!  She
thought, diving back into the pool and swimming to her son.
  "I'm  okay, Mom, leave me alone," Jerry gasped.  Barbara put her  arm
around him as he paddled slowly to the shallow end.  "For Pete's sake!"
he cried, throwing off her arm.  "I'm okay."
  Barbara  stared  at her son, puzzled.  Her glance went over  him  and
rested  on  his  groin, as if drawn by a magnet.   The  magnet  of  his
pulsing erection pushing out the thin material of his trunks.
  "Oh,  Jerry,"  she whispered.  Her mind wavered.  She reached  out  a
hand  and gently touched the lump at his crotch, her fingers  stroking.
Her hand had a will of its own.  She watched dazed, as she squeezed her
son's  penis.  The scene blurred before her eyes as an electric  thrill
ran through her.  She caressed Jerry's rock-hard projection, staring at
him,  her eyes glazed, her mouth open.  Her breasts rose and fell  with
her  labored breathing and the burning in her cunt spread  through  her
body, making her legs weak and shaky.
  "Mom!"  Jerry cried in anguish.  He didn't know what  was  happening.
One minute he had been swimming painfully, impeded by his arousal,  the
next  his  mother  was  stroking him, staring at  him  with  a  strange
expression  in  her eyes.  His prick jumped under her fingers  and  his
hands burned to grasp her heaving breasts.
  At his voice, Barbara shook herself, emerging from a dream of lust to
reality.   Her hand dropped, she floundered backwards in the  water  as
she  plunged to shore.  Her only thought was to get out of here -  away
from the scene of her betrayal.  God, what am I doing?  Evil - wicked -
oh my Lord!  INCEST! she thought, horrified.  She left her son  without
a word, stumbling from the pool, racing upstairs.
  Jerry  just  stood  there.  "Mom, come back,"  he  called  forlornly.
Somehow  he had to comfort her - to let her know it was all  right.  He
had never seen such a look of terror on anyone's face before. He jumped
out  of the pool and ran after her - too late.  He heard the  car  roar
off  outside  and  slumped against the front  door,  oblivious  of  his
wetness.   His prick still throbbed.  It wanted back the hand that  had
stroked  it  so  lovingly.   He shook his head  and  went  back  inside
dispiritedly to wait for his friend Steve. He wanted desperately to  be
a child again.  He didn't know what he was going to say to his  mother,
or  do  about this situation, but he did know that he had grown  a  lot
older in the last half hour.  Grown from the touch of his mother's hand
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