YPA: Your Privacy Assured/YPA.ISO/text/barbara4.txt

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           Chapter Four - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

      Barbara sat in the dark bar with Jason Greenway, trying to
    smile and nod at the appropriate places in the conversation, but
    her thoughts were elsewhere.  She was remembering her young lover
    of the afternoon, dwelling on his powerful physique and boyish
    face, recalling how expertly he had brought her smoldering
    passions into flame.  She shivered slightly as she pictured her
    uninhibited enjoyment of the boy's advances, and a drop of
    moisture welled in her vagina.  She pressed her legs together.
      "Isn't that so, Barbara?" asked Jason 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 almost 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
    teenagers!  "Barbara ..." He pushed her away from him firmly and
    took charge again, leading her in correct steps.  He sighed
    faintly with relief.  He wanted her, certainly, but he preferred
    to court her slowly, in keeping with his age and station.  And a
    proper courtship certainly didn't include getting an erection on
    the dance floor!
      Barbara sighed in disappointment.  No use, she thought.  He's
    an old stick-in-the-mud.  I wonder if he'll ever do anything at
    all with me, or just wait until we both die of old age!  Out loud
    she said, "Jason, perhaps you're right.  I'm not feeling very
    well at all.  I guess we'd better go home."

      "Certainly, my dear," Jason replied, relieved.  Maybe he had
    imagined the wanton way she had pushed herself at him, after all,
    she was ill.  He felt a slight twinge of regret as he led her to
    the car.  Maybe he should speed things up a bit.  She had had
    plenty of time to get over her unfortunate divorce.  He resolved
    to go a bit farther than the customary kiss tonight.  After all,
    he was a man, and getting tired of buying sex from the whores
    downtown!  Perhaps he and Barbara could become engaged soon.  He
    smiled at her benignly and opened the door.  Barbara got in and
    sat morosely at the far side, next to the door.  She didn't know
    what was wrong with her.  First she'd fucked a boy young enough
    to be her son, then she watched her own son jack off and been
    terribly aroused by it, and now she practically attacked her
    staid boyfriend.  All because of that tormenting itch between her
    legs.  Angrily she chastised herself.  Jason wasn't rejecting her
    - he was just trying to show how much he respected her.  But I
    don't want to be respected, she thought.  I want to be fucked!
    If only he'd satisfy me - get rid of these horrible, sinful
    yearnings.  She looked appealingly at the man sitting next to
    her.
      Jason reached over and slid an arm around Barbara's shoulders,
    then lowered his head and kissed her firmly on the lips.  She
    stiffened, then relaxed against him, murmuring, kissing him back,
    using her teeth and tongue, sticking her soft wet tongue into his
    mouth and running it over his lips.  His arms tightened around
    her, and he slid one hand down to cup her breast through the thin
    fabric of her dress.  Instantly, the nipple hardened and pressed
    against his palm.
      She isn't wearing a bra, he thought in confusion.  Nice women
    didn't act like this, according to his experience.  His ex-wife
    certainly hadn't.  She had been cold and stiff from the day he
    married her to the day she died.  He had resigned himself to the
    fact, and had bought his sexual pleasures from willing young
    women.  When Barbara had divorced her husband and he had begun to
    see her her as his future wife, he had treated her as befitted a
    nice woman, and she had never shown any signs of wanting anything
    else.  Until now.  Unbelieving, he massaged the warm breast in
    his hand, hearing the quickened breathing of the woman in his
    arms.  She was squirming against him now, her dress hiked up over
    her thighs, inviting his hand to travel lower.  In a daze, he
    dropped his hand, reaching under the hem of her dress and probing
    gently at the mound of her groin, covered with damp nylon.  As
    his finger carefully snaked itself under the edge of her panties
    and crept into the damp warmth between her thighs, Barbara
    trembled convulsively and squirmed even nearer to him, her free
    hand fumbling with the zipper of his pants.
      "Oh, Jason. touch me, please ..." she moaned, unzipping his
    pants and capturing his penis.  He jumped at the shock of her
    touch.  He couldn't believe any of this.  He hadn't felt up a
    girl in the car since high school!  His thick penis was hardening
    slowly in her hand and he pushed his finger into her damp crotch,
    amazed at the wetness.
      "Barbara, maybe we should wait," he muttered.  "Take you to my
    house."

      "No!  Here!  Fuck me here!" Barbara hissed, pulling him against
    her.  Her pulse was pounding.  She had no other thought than to
    get his prick inside her twitching cunt.  She jerked her skirt up
    around her waist, exposing her belly and nylon covered twat to
    his gaze.  "Take off my panties and stick it in," she cried
    lewdly bumping her hips so that his finger slipped all the way
    in.  "It feels so good, darling."  He pulled her panties down her
    long legs and finger-fucked her methodically.  His mind was
    a whirl with lust now.  He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
    He didn't care who she was or where they were ... he hadn't been
    so excited in years.  Grunting, he pulled his pecker free from
    her hand and hunched over her in the seat, not even bothering to
    pull down his trousers.
      "All right, if that's what you want," he muttered, positioning
    himself at the opening of her womb.
      "Hurry up, fuck me!  I need it!" Barbara squealed, opening her
    thighs wide.  Her head was mashed against the arm rest, and the
    steering wheel was digging into her legs, but she wanted to be
    fucked - now!  She pulled him on top of her, opening wide for the
    invasion of his prick.  She shut her eyes, every nerve atremble
    with the anticipation of having her hole filled.
      "Hey, Mac!  Cut it out ... can't do that here!" a sharp voice
    interrupted.  A flashlight swept the interior of the car,
    revealing Barbara, with her skirt bunched around her waist and
    her pussy bare.  Jason hurriedly withdrew to one side of the car,
    trying to push his penis inside his pants.  "Cover yourself," he
    hissed at Barbara.  He had never been so embarrassed in his life.
    Imagine him, Jason Greenway, being caught in a parking lot with
    his pants down like some kid.
      "Gimme your identification, buster," the policeman continued.
    Jason handed him his driver's license without a word.  As the cop
    perused the license, he jerked Barbara's skirt over her thighs,
    glaring at her.  She was just sitting there in a trance, her eyes
    unseeing.  Jason felt his anger at her for getting him into this
    mess.
      He patted her hand sympathetically.  Barbara stared at him.
    She was furious.  Just as she had been about to get a prick
    inside her this happened!
      "Don't worry dear ... I'm so sorry for this, couldn't control
    myself, never happen again," he soothed her.  He was willing to
    believe now that he had taken advantage of her.  After all that's
    how it should be.  He squared his shoulders and patted her hand
    as she sobbed in rage and frustration.
      "Okay, Mr. Greenway," the cop said, reluctantly handing back
    the papers.  "Just don't let it happen again.  Take the young
    lady somewhere else next time!"  He leered at Barbara knowingly,
    then snapped off his flashlight and departed.
      They drove off.  Both were silent on the way home.  As they
    drew up in front of her house, Barbara gathered up her purse,
    preparing to depart.
      "I can't tell you how sorry I am," Jason began, detaining her.
    "I was carried away by your - ah, beauty.  Perhaps it's best we
    were stopped.  I wanted our first time to be perfect ... not
    fumbling in a car like two kids!  I'll call you tomorrow dear."
      "Goodnight," Barbara said shortly, scrambling out of the car.

    Yeah, I'm sorry too, she thought furiously.  Another minute ...
    her pussy was still dripping wet and tingling with the need to be
    fucked.  Oh well, I'll just go in and masturbate, she thought.
    Tomorrow ... she felt the breeze hit her dripping twat and
    suddenly realized that her panties still lay in Jason's car.  At
    the thought of his shock when he found them, she giggled and felt
    better.

      Jerry felt better now.  He had gone to bed early the night
    before, and hadn't even heard his mother return from her date.
    Steve would be here at around lunch time, and he could forget all
    about the day before.  He fixed himself a bowl of cereal and
    consumed it methodically.  His mother was still asleep upstairs,
    and he had no wish to see her yet anyway.  He figured he'd take a
    swim after breakfast and then read until Steve got here.
      Barbara staggered into the kitchen, stopping short at the sight
    of her son.  She felt like she had a hangover.  Her body was
    heavy and unfulfilled, and her masturbation having brought no
    relief the night before.  Her cunt throbbed dully, aching.
      "Oh.  Jerry," she mumbled, keeping her eyes away from him.
    "Want anything else to eat?"
      "No, Mom, that's okay," Jerry said nervously.  He hadn't been
    prepared for the sight of his mother.  She was wearing a thin
    blue bathrobe, and her hair was angled down her back.  In the
    second before he turned away, he had seen the unfettered swell of
    her breasts against the robe, and his pulse jumped alarmingly.
    "I'm gonna take a swim.  Steve will be here in a couple of hours.
    See ya!"  The boy jumped up from the table and rushed from the
    room, leaving his cereal unfininshed.
      Barbara stared after him.  The sight of her son hadn't aroused
    her in any way.  Relieved, she pushed her hair back and fixed
    herself a cup of coffee.  She drank her coffee slowly, thinking
    of how nice it would be to have a husband to quell her lust, a
    good, strong man to depend on.  I don't know what came over me
    yesterday, but it'll never happen again, she promised herself.  I
    think I'll even take a swim with Jerry, to show it was all
    nonsense!  I must have imagined all those things.  I couldn't
    seriously want to fuck my son!  She laughed at her fantasies,
    secure now that she would soon have a way out of her
    difficulties.
      Jerry clattered down the stairs dressed in his bathing trunks.
    He could see his mother in the kitchen, drinking her coffee, and
    he breathed a sigh of relief as she rinsed out her cup and
    disappeared upstairs.
      "Now if she'll just stay away this morning, I'll be okay," he
    muttered to himself, diving into the pool.  He didn't understand
    his reactions of yesterday.  He knew his mother was a fine, pure
    woman who would have been horrified at his evil fantasies.  He
    would always be grateful for her calm acceptance of his
    masturbation, though, he decided, swimming around the pool.

      He swam vigorously, determined to live up to the image he
    imagined his mother had of him.  As he began his fifth lap, he
    looked up and saw his mother approaching the pool.  She had on a
    white bathing suit, different from yesterday's, but no less
    revealing.  Her full breasts spilled out of the top, and the
    bottom threatened to fall from her rounded hips at any moment.
      Oh, wow, Jerry thought wildly, staring.  She looked a hundred
    times better than any of the girls in the pictures.  And she was
    here.  Right in front of him.  He took a deep breath and dove
    under water, trying to ignore the involuntary hardening of his
    prick.  He swam under the water with bursting ears and tight
    loins, wondering miserably how the hell he was going to get out
    of the pool with a hard-on.  Finally he surfaced and regarded her
    warily from the far side of the pool.
      "Hope you don't mind me joining you!" Barbara called gaily.
      "Oh no, Mom, fine," Jerry replied, treading water, trying to
    keep the lower part of his body turned away from her.  It was
    under water, but the pool was crystal clear, and his pulsing
    erection could plainly be seen.
      Barbara dove cleanly into the water and surfaced shaking her
    head like a puppy.  "Whew!  Feels good!" she cried, swimming over
    to her son.  He turned his back to her and inched away from her,
    trying not to be too obvious.  The cool water was having
    absolutely no effect on his erection.  It throbbed unceasingly
    between his legs, growing bigger by the minute.
      "Wanna race?" he croaked.
      "Sure!  Five laps?" Barbara said vivaciously.  The water was
    soothing her jangled nerves.  She looked fondly at her son,
    wondering how she had ever entertained such lustful thoughts
    about him.  Why, he's just a little boy, she assured herself.
    "Let's go!" She struck off, turning her head briefly to insure
    that Jerry was racing with her, then settled down to swimming in
    earnest.  As she finished the last lap, she pulled herself onto
    the side of the pool.  Her exhileration faded as she watched her
    son swimming slowly toward her.  His face was contorted in a
    grimace as he swam jerkily.  She stood up, worried.  Jerry was an
    excellent swimmer and should have beat her hands down.
      "Are you all right, dear?" she called.  Maybe he has a cramp!
    She thought, diving back into the pool and swimming to her son.
      "I'm okay, Mom, leave me alone," Jerry gasped.  Barbara put her
    arm around him as he paddled slowly to the shallow end.  "For
    Pete's sake!" he cried, throwing off her arm.  "I'm okay."
      Barbara stared at her son, puzzled.  Her glance went over him
    and rested on his groin, as if drawn by a magnet.  The magnet of
    his pulsing erection pushing out the thin material of his trunks.
      "Oh, Jerry," she whispered.  Her mind wavered.  She reached out
    a hand and gently touched the lump at his crotch, her fingers
    stroking.  Her hand had a will of its own.  She watched dazed, as
    she squeezed her son's penis.  The scene blurred before her eyes
    as an electric thrill ran through her.  She caressed Jerry's
    rock-hard projection, staring at him, her eyes glazed, her mouth
    open.  Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing and
    the burning in her cunt spread through her body, making her legs
    weak and shaky.

      "Mom!" Jerry cried in anguish.  He didn't know what was
    happening.  One minute he had been swimming painfully, impeded by
    his arousal, the next his mother was stroking him, staring at him
    with a strange expression in her eyes.  His prick jumped under
    her fingers and his hands burned to grasp her heaving breasts.
      At his voice, Barbara shook herself, emerging from a dream of
    lust to reality.  Her hand dropped, she floundered backwards in
    the water as she plunged to shore.  Her only thought was to get
    out of here - away from the scene of her betrayal.  God, what am
    I doing?  Evil - wicked - oh my Lord!  INCEST! she thought,
    horrified.  She left her son without a word, stumbling from the
    pool, racing upstairs.
      Jerry just stood there.  "Mom, come back," he called forlornly.
    Somehow he had to comfort her - to let her know it was all right.
    He had never seen such a look of terror on anyone's face before.
    He jumped out of the pool and ran after her - too late.  He heard
    the car roar off outside and slumped against the front door,
    oblivious of his wetness.  His prick still throbbed.  It wanted
    back the hand that had stroked it so lovingly.  He shook his head
    and went back inside dispiritedly to wait for his friend Steve.
    He wanted desperately to be a child again.  He didn't know what
    he was going to say to his mother, or do about this situation,
    but he did know that he had grown a lot older in the last half
    hour.  Grown from the touch of his mother's hand ...