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          Chapter Three - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

      "Jerry!" she gasped.  "I thought you were at school!  How -
    what are you doing here?"
      "I got all A's so I didn't have to take exams," Jerry
    explained.  "Aren't you glad to see me, Mom?"
      "Of course I am.  I'm just a little surprised," Barbara
    answered.  Surprise wasn't the word for it.  What if he'd come
    five minutes sooner? she thought grimly, picturing her son's
    horror-stricken face.  She trod water, trying to compose her
    mind, trying to still her pounding heart.  Guilt flooded her.
    How could she have succumbed to her lust - right here in her own
    home, with her son only minutes away.  She closed her eyes.  She
    felt like she wa going to faint.
      "Are you okay, Mom?" Jerry asked worriedly, looking at his
    mother's flushed face.  "You look kinda weird."
      "Oh, I'm fine.  Just the heat.  Thought I'd cool off in the
    pool ..." Barbara became aware that she was babbling and pulled
    herself together.  "Well, I think it's wonderful you're home.
    Let's see, what time is it?  Maybe we could go out for supper."
    She clambered out of the water and stood beside her son.  She
    glanced down at her body - all in order, no telltale signs of
    passion.  "Would you like that?"
      "Sure, Mom," Jerry answered.  He looked at her out of the
    corner of his eye.  It had been some time since he'd seen his
    mother in a bikini, and he'd been too young before to appreciate
    her beauty.  For the first time he looked at her as a woman and
    not his mother.  He was slightly embarrassed at his feelings, and
    he tore his eyes away from the tempting display of nearly nude
    flesh.  He hadn't seen many girls in brief bathing attire this
    close.  He and his buddies at school occasionally sneaked up the
    hill and spied on the local bathing beauties at the beach ... but
    that was at a distance.  He swallowed nervously, fixing his eyes
    on the ground.  Unbidden, he thought of the pictures in his
    suitcase.  An older boy had given them to him, and he hadn't
    dared to examine them closely in the crowded dormitory.  He felt
    a sudden urge to run get them and take them to his bedroom to
    peruse them in private.  He was aware of a breathlessness - a
    tightening in his groin that occurred when he was stimulated.
      "Well, Jerry?  That okay?  I've got a date later on, but we can
    go to the pizza place or something first."  Barbara looked at her
    son anxiously.  Now he was looking odd.  Maybe the sun was
    getting him, too.  All the worried mother now, all thoughts of
    her former lust erased, Barbara put out one hand and stroked her
    I GUESS son's forehead.
      Jerry jumped as if he'd been shot.  "Yes, that'll be great,
    Mom.  I'll - I'll just run my bags upstairs."  He pulled away.
      "Why don't you lie down and rest for a while?  You look a
    little pale.  I know that bus trip is murder!" Barbara smiled at
    her son.  "And I am glad you're home early.  You just startled me
    earlier.  I wasn't expecting anyone."

      "The door was open, so I just came on in," Jerry answered.  "I
    think I will go lie down ..."  He looked at his mother, trying to
    appear sick.  If she'll leave me alone for an hour or so, I can
    look at my pictures, he thought feverishly.  The desire to gaze
    at the forbidden pictures had now reached an obsession.  He
    licked his lips slightly and glanced at his mother again,
    wondering if she suspected anything.  No, she wasn't even looking
    at him.  She was staring at a damp spot beside the pool, a funny
    look on her face.  He shrugged.  "See ya in a while, Mom," he
    said, turning and running upstairs.
      Barbara followed him more slowly.  I guess he didn't suspect
    anything, she mused.  He did look a little strange for a minute -
    he was staring at me ... but it was probably the heat.  I think
    I'll take a shower, too ... must get on with things.  I have to
    forget that boy - that must never happen again.  I wonder how old
    he is - nineteen?  He looks mature for his age.  As she
    remembered the most mature part of his body, she blushed vividly
    and thrust down the thought.  Never again.  I'll have to be sure
    to keep the door locked from now on.  Anyhow, now that Jerry's
    home for break, he won't bother me again.  I'll keep so busy with
    Jerry I won't have time to think about horrible lewd things.
    Filled with resolution, Barbara disappeared into her bedroom.
    God!  My own sin will be eighteen next week!  And here I was with
    a boy almost his own age!
      Jerry sprawled on the bed.  He had closed his door and felt
    quite safe.  His Mom never came in when the door was closed.  She
    was a great believer in privacy.  He spread the pictures in front
    of him and began to look at each one carefully.  He had pulled
    his pants off in preparation for his jack-off session.  He
    figured that if he came really good, it would wipe out the
    thoughts he'd had looking at his mother.  Jerry knew how awful it
    was to have thoughts like that about your mother - it was a major
    sin.  Not only that, if anyone found out they'd probably put him
    in a home or something.  Someplace for perverted, evil boys.  He
    shivered and resolved never to look at his mother again.  He
    concentrated on the pictures.
      There were seven of them.  The first was of a buxom blonde.
    She was naked except for a garter belt and black nylons, and she
    was staring at the camera with a lascivious expression on her
    face, her tongue protruding from her full lips.
      Jerry drew a deep breath, wondering how it would feel to kiss
    her on those full wet lips.  As his eyes slowly took in the rest
    of the picture, his breathing quickened and his hand dropped to
    his penis, which was hardening against his leg.  He grasped it
    between thumb and forefinger and began slowly stroking it.  He
    looked at the woman's pictured breasts for a long time, his
    breath coming in ragged puffs as he ran his finger over the
    picture, imagining how those big boobs would feel under his hand.
    "Oh, baby," he breathed.  "What a set!"  He breathed harder,
    picturing his lips fastened on the erect nipples.  Almost
    unwillingly, he slid his eyes farther down.

      The woman's legs were widespread, and she was holding her cunt
    open with one hand, showing the treasures inside.  A thick growth
    of bushy curls covered her twat, curling along the extended lips
    of her open cunt.  Jerry could just make out the ridges and
    convolutions of the slit.  He peered closer.  It looked wet.  It
    almost glistened in the picture, seeming to beckon him nearer.
    He stroked it with a trembling finger, fantasizing that he was
    running his digit over a real, wet cunt.  He had touched a cunt
    before - the gardener's daughter let the boys at school feel her
    for a dollar.  But she didn't have one like this.  Hers was
    sparsely furred and the slit was tiny, nothing like this fleshy
    abundance.  Jerry could see a tiny knob of flesh at the top of
    the opening.  He wondered if that was the thing the boy who had
    given him the picture had told him about.  Supposedly you could
    just press on this nub of flesh and the girl would let you do
    anything you wanted.  Jerry's hand moved faster on his pecker as
    he imagined what he would do.  He put the picture aside and went
    on to the next.
      In this picture a young red-headed woman was sucking a guy off.
    The girl's body wasn't as full as the other woman's - her breasts
    were small and tilted upwards.  Jerry thought they looked like
    ripe fruit and wished he could bite into them.  Her body was bent
    over, showing her luscious ass, and the contrast of her long red
    hair against the white ass made Jerry's heart stop.  But the
    interesting thing was - her mouth was completely full - her lips
    distended around this enormous dick she was trying to swallow
    whole.  Jerry looked at the man's genitals appreciatively and
    wondered if his would ever be that size.
      The man's root was huge.  It sprang from a nest of dense black
    curls, pointing straight up, obviously fully aroused.  The head
    and about half the shaft were buried in the red head's sucking
    mouth.  Her cheeks puffed out and around it, trying to
    accommodate the rod.  One of the man's hands was caught in the
    girl's hair, holding her head steady, the other was squeezing one
    of her breasts.  Her hands were cupped under his balls, one of
    them disappearing under his bottom.  Jerry wondered what she was
    doing, then it came to him!  She was feeling the guy's asshole!
    He shivered, wondering how it would feel to have a lady sucking
    on his dick and fingering his shithole at the same time.  His
    hand stroked up and down his pecker in short quick strokes, then
    slowed.  He could feel his cum building up, and he wanted to look
    at the rest of the pictures before he came.  He flipped to the
    next one, his hand keeping a steady rhythm on his penis.
      "Hoo, boy!" he breathed.  This was the best one yet.  In this
    picture a busty brunette was lying spreadeagled on the bed, her
    heavy breasts hanging to the side, her widespread thighs facing
    the camera.  Above her, his dick still spurting, a man knelt.  He
    had apparently just fucked her, for gobs of semen clung to her
    open vagina and dripped from the head of his softening prick.
      The photographer had caught the moment perfectly.  The woman's
    face was glazed with lust, her nipples still turgid with passion.
    Her open cunt seemed to quiver with its load of fresh sperm.  Her
    twat hairs were coated with the sticky stuff - it was running
    down her legs and over her stomach.  "Wow - he must've really
    shot a wad," Jerry breathed.

      He wished it were his sperm that was dripping down the woman's
    outspread legs.  He wondered how it felt to spurt into a cunt -
    to cover a woman with cum.  His hand was moving furiously now.
    He wanted to cum - to pretend he was spurting all over the woman
    in the picture.  "God ... fuck me, baby," he said hoarsely,
    squeezing at his prick as he thought a cunt would.  "I'm gonna
    shoot all over your twat!"  The lewd words coming from his mouth
    excited him even more and he hurriedly turned to the next
    picture.
      There were three people in this one.  A woman knelt in the
    center, her full breasts hanging down loosely.  Behind her, a
    dark man was plunging into her ass, his dick cleaving her
    buttocks neatly, his balls smashed against the full roudness of
    her buttocks.  He was reaching under her with one hand, feeling
    her twat.  In front of her another man was thrusting his turgid
    prick into her open mouth.  He was holding her by the hair and
    pinching her breasts with his free hand.  The woman seemed in an
    ecstatic trance, her mouth wide to receive the giant prick, her
    buttocks spread to accommodate the man behind her.  Jerry
    couldn't decide which guy he'd rather be, the one with his prick
    buried in that hot asshole, or the one with his dick in the wet
    sucking mouth.
      "Wow ... shake it, baby," he murmured to the woman, feeling his
    pecker buried in the convulsing asshole.  "Give me a ride!" He
    thrust wildly into his hand.  He could feel his balls tightening
    and lifting, and knew he couldn't hold off any longer.  The other
    pictures would have to wait.  He jacked off furiously, his eyes
    glued to the lustful threesome, his mind whirling with the
    stimulus he had received.  "Oh, fuck, fuck me, I'm cumming ...
    suck it baby ... I'm gonna shoot!  I'm cummingggg!!"  His young
    penis began spurting wildly, gobs of thick creamy cum jerking
    from the head in an endless stream, gushing through his hand,
    landing on the pictures, on his stomach, on the bedspread.  Jerry
    couldn't remember ever cumming so much - it seemed like it would
    never end.  Unbidden, a picture of his mother in her bikini
    flashed into his mind and he convulsed again, his tortured balls
    giving up the last burst of sperm.  "Oh, oh, good!" he mumbled,
    turning over, rolling toward the edge of the bed.
      And then he saw her.  His mother.  Standing in the doorway, her
    eyes fixed on his dangling penis, a strange expression on her
    face.
      "Mom!" he gasped in horror.  Of all the things he had imagined,
    he had never thought of his mom catching him jacking off.  "Oh
    no, Mom!" He stared at her in abject amazement.  He couldn't
    think what to do next.  It was perfectly obvious what he had been
    doing - there was no way to hide his cum-smeared young hard-on
    and the assortment of pictures.  Jerry wondered how long she had
    been standing there.  Had she actually seen him cum?  Through the
    embarrassment and fear that filled him, he was aware of a twinge
    of lust at the thought of his lovely mother watching him jack
    off.

      "It's okay, dear ... nothing to be ashamed of," Barbara said.
    "I'm sorry - I knocked, but I thought you said come in.  It's
    perfectly normal.  I didn't realize you were growing up so fast."
    Barbara smiled at her son, hoping her emotions were well hidden.
    For what she felt was not motherly at all - she was suffused with
    sudden lust!  She had knocked at the boy's door - that was true -
    but she had heard his voice crying out lewd words, accompanied by
    grunts and moans.  She hadn't been able to resist opening the
    door quietly, driven by curiosity and something else she couldn't
    name.  And she had seen her son, his hand wrapped around his
    prick, jerking off as he writhed on the bed, his eyes fixed on a
    picture he held in his other hand.  She blushed, remembering the
    picture - a woman being screwed in the ass while she blew another
    guy.  Part of her wondered how it would feel to take on two men
    at once - but she quickly squelched that thought.
      Her eyes had been full of her son's jumping dick.  She couldn't
    move - couldn't force herself away.  As he neared completion, her
    hand had strayed inside her robe and found her cunt dripping with
    moisture.  When he came, she had plunged her finger into herself,
    frigging her clitoris desperately.  She hadn't had time to cum,
    and she was in a state of aroused passion, her body aching with
    lust as she tried to calmly reassure herself that masturbation
    was normal.
      Maybe that is, but what I'm feeling is perverted - wrong -
    immoral, she thought to herself.  Screwing this afternoon was bad
    enough - this - this, this is a sin.  No mother should think this
    way about her son.  It's impossible ... I must be insane!  She
    drew her robe closely around her, as if she could shut away her
    depraved desires.  "Don't worry about it, dear.  I'll never come
    in your room and disturb you again.  And please, don't worry.
    We'll forget about the whole episode.  I'm going to get dressed
    for supper now.  Pizza okay?"  She smiled brightly at her son and
    backed out of the room, closing the door gently behind her.
      Jerry still sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts in
    turmoil.  He hadn't believed it when his mother had walked in on
    him.  He still didn't in fact.  But she had been real nice about
    it.  She hadn't seemed too shocked or anything.  Jerry blushed
    again.  He didn't see how he could look her in the face again
    after what she'd seen!  And if she knew that he'd been thinking
    about her when he came ... Jerry winced.  Still, she hadn't
    seemed horrified.  In fact her expression had reminded him of
    someone.  He thought a minute, then his eyes lit on the first
    picture, the one with the big blonde, her face glazed with lust.
    He stared at the picture wondering how it could remind him of his
    mom as she had stood in the doorway, then shrugged.  He'd do what
    she had suggested - forget the whole thing, pretend it had never
    happened.  But maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get one of his
    buddies to spend break with him.  For some reason, Jerry didn't
    want to be in the house alone with his mother.  Not if she was
    going to keep running around in bikinis and bathrobes!
      Jerry clattered down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a T-
    shirt.  "Okay, Mom, ready to go!" he sang out.

      Barbara got up slowly from the couch and smiled at her son. She
    was dressed in a green dress with a low neckline, and as Jerry
    saw the twin swell of her breasts, his resolve hardened. He just
    couldn't stay alone with her, not thinking the thoughts he did!
    If Steve of Richard was here he could control himself better,
    could go off with them and try to ignore this sexy creature who
    happened to be his mother.
      "Hey, Mom, would it be all right if I called up Steve and asked
    him to spend break with me?  He didn't have anywhere to go.  He's
    still at school.  I told him I'd ask you and he could come up
    later if it was okay with you.  He'll be finished with exams by
    tomorrow."
      "Sure, hon," Barbara answered, aware of a pang of
    disappointment at not having her son to herself.  "Call him right
    away ... tell him I'd be glad to have him visit.  I know you boys
    don't want to be around us old folks all the time!"  She smiled
    at him lovingly, wishing she could see him without visualizing
    his young pecker spurting his hot, tasty-looking cream.
      "Oh, it's not that, Mom!  You're sure not old.  I mean, it's
    just that I promised Steve ... that is, he's all alone at
    school."  Jerry floundered in explanation, hoping he hadn't hurt
    his mother by intimating that he didn't want to be around her.
      "I understand, Jerry.  Why don't you call him now, and then
    we'll go out for supper.  I have a date with Mr. Greenway
    tonight.  Will you be all right by yourself?  I didn't know you
    were coming home, or I'd surely stay.  I can break the date if
    you'd rather have me stay."
      "Oh no.  I mean ... I'll be fine.  Got some reading to do -
    wouldn't be good company anyhow," Jerry stuttered, completely
    unnerved by the prospect of his mother remaining home.
      "I guess so.  You're a big boy now, after all," Barbara looked
    at her son, and they both flushed and looked away as they
    remembered what a big boy he was.
      No, not a boy.  He was almost a man now.  Why did this thought
    hurt?  Her own age?  Life slipping away from her.  Was this why
    she peddled that damned bicycle mile after tortuous mile?  To
    somehow, some way, hold on to her youth?
      She looked at her legs.  They were tanned and muscular.  "Bike
    freak," she said to herself, using the same intonation that young
    Jim had that day at the motel.  But what could the damned bike do
    when her chin began to sag, or the crow's feet began to spider
    around her eyes?  When would that be, five years, six years?
    What would she end up, a little old grey-haired lady with a trim,
    tight body that didn't match her false teeth?
      She had read an advertisement in today's newspaper.  A plastic
    surgeon saying he understood, the dilemma of the "aging woman."
    Eyelid-lifts, chin lifts, brow-creases eliminated.  No.  She
    wasn't to that yet.  But how long would a lousy two-hundred
    dollar bicycle keep her young?  Not long.  Not long ...