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                 FREEWHEELING BARBARA TOYS WITH BOYS

                            Chapter Four

 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 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."

 "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 cerel 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 ...