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                 FREEWHEELING BARBARA TOYS WITH BOYS

                            Chapter Eight

 "What's going on! Mom - Steve?"  Jerry cried in anguish, staring at
 the scene on the bed.

 Steve stared at his friend with blank eyes. His cock slipped out of
 Barbara's relaxed  asshole with a  plop and lay  along his leg.  He
 looked  dully at  it. It  was  limp  with a  string of  semen still
 hanging from the head. "Uh, Jer - "

 "Get  out of  here. You  fucked my  mother!" Jerry screamed wildly,
 clenching  his fists.  He was  aware of  a wild  surge of  rage and
 jealousy.  She hadn't  pulled away  from Steve  leaving him with an
 aching erection like she had with him! "Go away!"

 Steve slid  off the bed hurriedly,  keeping his eyes away  from the
 recumbent figure  of Mrs. Anderson. She  was lying perfectly still,
 her head pressed into the pillows. He noticed something beside her.
 The salami! Guiltily  he sidled out of the  room, keeping away from
 Jerry.

 "Well, Mom?" Jerry asked, a sneering  note in his voice. "Turn over
 and look at me!"

 Barbara  turned  over  and  crouched  against  the  end of the bed,
 bringing  her  knees  up  before  her  breasts  to  hide them, then
 realized  that the  motion exposed  her inflamed  cunt to her son's
 eyes. Vainly, she tried to shield herself. She felt sunk.

 "Can't I  even look? Steve  got to touch  - touch, hell!  He fucked
 you!" Jerry advanced on her, his fists balled up.

 "Jerry ... I can explain. Let me tell you -" Barbara babbled.

 Jerry  waved his  hand at  her, indicating  her disarranged  state.
 "Explain what!?  That you are a  whore? Jesus ... look  at you!" he
 said in disgust.  "I saw you this afternoon  with that kid, kissing
 him in the parking lot! What is it? You just fuck kids? Is that it?
 Well  ... move  your hands.  I wanna  look at  what everybody  else
 fucks!" He grabbed her hands and  moved them away from her tits. He
 was  furious at  her for  lowering herself  from her  pedestal - at
 himself  for wanting  her. He  remembered when  she had watched him
 jack off, when she had touched him in the pool and left him aching.
 She hadn't left anyone else in that state. Just him.

 "Jerry,"  Barbara whispered.  "I don't  know what's  wrong with me.
 I've never  been like this  before. The last  few days have  been a
 nightmare. I can't control myself, I  even touched you, my own son!
 And  that's evil."  She looked   at him  earnestly, willing  him to
 understand.  He had  to understand.   She felt  like her  heart was
 breaking. Her  little boy - her  son - looking at  her with hate in
 his eyes. She moaned softly and she began to entice him in the only
 way she knew, with her body. She wanted to show him how it was, how
 it was to want  sex so bad that it hurt. That  you'd do anything to
 ease that pain. "I have to have it, Jerry."

 "But with  kids! Kids my  age! Why not  me? Why not?  You've fucked
 every kid  in town, probably,  why can't I  get it, too?  Don't you
 like  my  cock?  Isn't  it  big  enough  for  you? It's bigger than
 Steve's!  I saw  you looking  at it  before, well,  you can have it
 now!"  Jerry squealed  in a  high voice.  He held  his dick  like a
 weapon, pointing it at her. "Here, suck it like you did his! You're
 gonna do  everything with me you  did with him, and  then I'm gonna
 leave you  and never come back!"  He advanced on her,  pointing his
 cock at  her mouth. "Open your  mouth and suck my  cock, whore!" he
 shouted grabbing her  by the hair. "You love it  so much ... go on,
 then! Suck your son's dick!"

 "Oh, Jerry ...  don't let it be like this.  Don't hate me," Barbara
 mumbled. Her  voice was choked off  as Jerry rammed his  prick into
 her mouth choking her. Her nose  was buried in his sparse hair, her
 nostrils full  of the scent  of him. She  gagged and coughed,  then
 clamped on his cock. If he wanted it, she'd give it a good sucking!
 She wanted him to know how sex  was, well, this was her chance! She
 sucked  deeply on  his cock,  running her  tongue around  the head,
 drawing him into her mouth, yielding before him and taking him in.

 Jerry gasped  as his prick sank  into his mother's mouth.  It was a
 wonderful feeling. Her tongue hit  all the most sensitive spots and
 made  his blood  race. He  hadn't imagined  it would  be this good,
 looking at  the pictures and  hearing the other  guys talk. He  had
 heard  quite a  few stories  about  girls  who gave  head, but  the
 reality far surpassed any story. Her lips were nibbling up and down
 the  surface  of  his  prick  and  she  sucked  it with an ecstatic
 expression on her  face, as if it were the  most delicious thing in
 the  world! Her  mouth felt  like a  hot wet  cavern, just made for
 sucking his cock. He dipped into  her and pulled out again, feeling
 the incredible suction as her cheeks caved in around it.

 "Oh, suck it  good," he murmured, looking at  his mother's face. He
 wound  his fingers  in her  red hair,  the same  color as  his, and
 pumped into her mouth. Her teeth  lightly scraped the ridges of his
 turgid cock,  sending thrills of  pleasure through him.  He hunched
 forward, driving into her mouth.  He couldn't stop. The whole world
 was a sucking mouth, pulling him into it! He twisted and turned his
 hips, slamming into her face, trying to hurt her, and she gave with
 every  stroke, sucking  him in,  greedily licking  his rod, wanting
 more.

 Barbara  sucked  at  her  son's  cock  in  delight.  It seemed that
 everything  else  had  just  been  leading  up  to  this, this last
 perversity.  She pulled  on him  avidly, remembering  how tiny  his
 peter  had been  when he  was  a  baby, and  contrasting it  to its
 present length. It tasted wonderful, the salty tang of his pre- cum
 filled her mouth, tantalizing her, making her want to taste his hot
 semen on her tongue. She cupped her hand under his balls and rolled
 them  in their  wrinkled sac,  feeling them  churn like  hard slick
 marbles in her palm.

 "Oh, Mom,  I'm gonna cum!  I can't help  it! I'm gonna  cum!" Jerry
 grunted,  pumping  furiously  into   her  open  mouth.  He  twisted
 violently against her lips, feeling his sperm foam in his balls and
 rise  in his  cock to  burst in  her mouth.  "I'M CUMMING!  IN YOUR
 MOUTH!"

 Barbara  sucked vigorously  at the   hot flow  of her  son's sperm,
 drinking from the spurting fountain of his prick. It seemed like it
 would  never quit.  She gulped  and swallowed  a bucket of frothing
 jism. Finally  she fell back on  the pillows and Jerry's  cock slid
 from her lips. He stared at her, a strange light in his eyes.

 "That was great," he admitted, slightly ashamed of his lust.

 "Do you see  how it is now? Did  you want me to stop  sucking you?"
 Barbara asked. "Could  you stop yourself ... once  you were fucking
 my mouth?"

 "No, no I couldn't," Jerry admitted.  "No way ... It was unreal, it
 was like I was just a cock and  I had to cum ..." his voice trailed
 off.

 "Would you like  to fuck me?" Barbara asked  casually, watching his
 face. She wanted him desperately. She  wanted his cock in her twat,
 and she also wanted him to experience  the whole of sex. She had to
 show him how powerful sex was -  how the more you got, the more you
 got, the more you wanted. She didn't  want him to think of her as a
 whore. She  wanted to show  him how  great  sex was and  how it got
 control of a  person. She still felt it was  wrong to fuck and suck
 her own son,  but she was committed now.  She promised herself that
 tomorrow she  would take care of  it all - tomorrow.  Right now she
 wanted to fuck her son.

 "God yes,  Mom ... I guess  I've wanted to for  a long time," Jerry
 admitted, looking at her squarely. "I was so jealous of those other
 guys, I wanted  to hurt you ... but  now, I'd love to fuck  you, if
 you want me  to." He looked at her pleadingly,  his eyes going over
 her  lush body,  her full  breasts tipped  with coral,  her slender
 waist  and flaring  hips encircled  by the  black garter  belt, her
 bright auburn pussy hair covering her mound of delight.

 "Oh yes,  Jerry, I want you  to," Barbara breathed. "Come  up here.
 You can suck my titties if you like ... suck the nipples good, son,
 and I'll  love it! And  touch my pussy.  Just slide your  hand down
 there." She guided his hand to  her pubic area and opened her legs,
 letting him slip his fingers in.

 "Gosh, our hair's the same  color down there," Jerry said, laughing
 nervously.  He felt  his mother's  cunt open  invitingly under  his
 fingers as he probed. He sank  his middle finger in to the knuckle,
 feeling around her cunt, sliding it in and out of the canal. He was
 amazed at the pressure her twat  exerted on his finger. He wondered
 how his cock would feel in that tight, sucking well and shivered in
 anticipation. His  young pecker was erect  again, standing straight
 out from his  stomach in an arching curve, out  of his soft nest of
 reddish curls.

 "It's wet," he confided, diddling  her with his fingers, smiling as
 she quivered. He knew he was turning  her on, and he was proud. His
 mother was quivering and trembling  under him, wanting him to stick
 his cock in her cunt. "It's all wet and squishy in there."

 Thank God Steve  didn't cum in my cunt,  Barbara thought fervently.
 She wouldn't  want her son's first  fuck to be sloppy  seconds! Out
 loud she murmured,  "That's because I want you  so, darling! I love
 your finger in my cunt, fucking me! Do it harder ... make me cum on
 your hand!  That's it! Yes,  oooohhhh yes ...  fingerfuck me, baby,
 fuck your  mama with your hand!  Make me cum." She  flopped around,
 impaled on  his fingers like a  fish on a hoop,  her orgasm causing
 her to shimmer and shake. Her pussy gushed, wetting his hand.

 "Did you pee  on my hand, Mom?" Jerry asked  as the warm, hot fluid
 gushed over his fingers. Barbara was silent as her orgasm subsided,
 then said  hoarsely, "No, darling, that  was my cum -  that's how a
 girl cums. Now fuck me, for God's  sake, get on me and fuck me! Put
 your cock in my hole and fuck your mama!"

 Jerry  scrambled  on  top  of  his  mother.  She  raised  her hips,
 presenting  her pussy  in a  blatant invitation.  He sank his prick
 between her legs, searching for the  wet, warm hole he had imagined
 receiving him. And then he found it.  With a cry of triumph he sank
 into her, his cock plunging into the vagina that had given birth to
 him eighteen years ago. "I'm in, Mom, I'm in your cunt!" he cried.

 "Yes, oh yes, you are! Your beautiful  prick is in my twat - deep -
 so deep - and good - oh  God! It's driving me wild!" Barbara cried,
 wrapping her legs around her son's  back and rocking under him. She
 felt her  insides melt into  a mass of  sex crazed flesh,  her twat
 opening under  his forceful plunges.  She could imagine  no greater
 thrill than this, fucking her son, receiving his sperm in her cunt!
 The depravity  and perverseness excited her  even more. She drummed
 her heels against  his legs as she lifted  and churned beneath him,
 using her pussy  like a vise to clamp him  to her. She never wanted
 it  to end.  She wanted  to go  on and  on in  this lustful  dream,
 floating on a cloud of desire,  her body spasming and convulsing in
 a powerful orgasm.

 "Fuck me, fuck  me, Jerry!" she cried wildly.  She was smashed into
 the bed with  each lunge of his prick. She  wished she could engulf
 him completely,  take his whole body  back into her womb.  She felt
 his balls smashing against the distended  lips of her cunt, and she
 crazily tried to open them, to pull him all inside.

 "I  am fucking  you, Mom,  oh, MAMA!  I'M FUCKING  YOUR CUNT!  It's
 fantastic! I love to fuck you.  OH MOM! I LOVE IT!" Jerry screamed.
 He  thrust furiously  into the  sucking maw  of his  mother's twat,
 feeling  his cock  sink to  the hilt  in the  swampy marsh.  He was
 swimming in a sea of cunt. He felt like he was surrounded by it. He
 could smell the odor from their clashing sex orgasm mingle with the
 smell of  their sweat and  he loved it.  He loved the  way her cunt
 gripped his penis,  sending waves of pleasure through  his body. He
 could feel  it to the  tips of his  toes. His leg  muscles twitched
 with the  sensation. He bent forward  and grabbed her tits  in both
 hands, wrapping  his fingers around the  creamy globe and squeezing
 roughly.

 Barbara rolled with each thrust. His  pecker was a hot rod of iron,
 stoking the fire in her twat. Sweat poured from her thrashing body,
 making her skin  meet his with a sucking noise.  The air was filled
 with the suckings and gurglings of sex. Her pussy plopped each time
 he thrust into  her, emitting a squishing noise.  The slap of their
 sweaty  bodies  and  their  mingled  grunts  and groans of pleasure
 filled  the  air.  "Give  it  to  me  faster,  faster, harder," she
 muttered. She pulled his head to  hers and their open mouths met in
 a passionate kiss,  tongues mingling and  thrashing. She sucked  in
 his breath  eagerly. She felt  like his tongue  was a prick  in her
 mouth, stabbing away at the soft insides in unison with his jabbing
 pecker. She  drank his saliva avidly,  swallowing, imagining it was
 jism from a spurting cock.

 Jerry increased his  tempo ... his balls were  bursting and he knew
 he had to cum soon. He pounded lustily into his mother.

 "I'm  gonna cum.  I'm gonna  shoot my  wad in  your pussy, Mom!" he
 warned. "I'm gonna cum all in your hot cunt!"

 "Yes, darling, cum in your mother, let me have your sperm!" Barbara
 screeched. She was beside herself with lust. All she wanted to feel
 her son's  hot semen bursting inside  her aching cunt. She  knew it
 would bring her off again. She wanted  to feel it! "Cum in me, fuck
 me, cum, cum," she chanted in rhythm to her son's strokes.

 His pecker zipped in and out of her cunt with increasing speed. His
 lithe young hips flailed tirelessly above her, driving the shaft of
 his penis into  her waiting cunt. He could feel  the texture of her
 canal change as  she rode the crest of her  orgasm. It tightened as
 she came, then felt loose and  flabby, then tightened in an endless
 cycle of  lust. "Here it comes!  OH GOD! HOTSHIT! FEEL  IT, MOM ...
 FEEL ME  CUMMING IN YOU ...  I'M CUMMING..." With a  loud cry Jerry
 fell onto Barbara's  body, his knees buckling as  his orgasm ripped
 through him. He felt like his head was blowing up. His guts twisted
 as his balls burst. "I'M BLOWING MY NUTS!" Rope after rope of semen
 gushed from the  head of his prick, inundating  Barbara's womb with
 her son's sperm.

 "Ooooh-h,  yessss. I  FEEL YOUR  CUM! IT'S  SO HOT!" Barbara cried,
 bucking against  son, swallowing his prick  with her spasming cunt,
 gripping tightly with her legs, imprisoning  him in her hot box. He
 didn't seem to want to escape. He lay against her, his cock jerking
 weakly as the last bits of  semen oozed from the shrinking tube. He
 raised his head and grinned at her.

 "Just lie still, honey," she said.  "Let your cock soak in my twat.
 I'm going to bring it to a  stand again inside me. Just don't move,
 or it'll  slip out!" She  bore down on  his limp penis,  holding it
 firmly inside her with her cuntlips.

 "Okay, Mom,"  Jerry answered, lying against  her, his head pillowed
 on the soft  cushions of her breasts. He had  never heard of such a
 thing.  But  she  was  his  mom,  and  he'd  do what she asked. She
 certainly seemed to know a lot about  sex! He thrust down a pang of
 jealousy and lay quiescent on  her breast, feeling her twat muscles
 caress his tired prick.

 "Can you feel it, dear?" Barbara asked, concentrating. She tried to
 imagine his limp prick resting  inside her and clenched her muscles
 about it, thinking of her cunt  as a stroking hand, bringing him to
 erection.

 "yeah. You're squeezing  me down there with your  cunt," Jerry said
 excitedly. He could feel her cunt gently kneading his penis, and he
 thought he could feel a spark of  life as it raised its head in the
 dark cavern.

 "Don't move,  son," Barbara cautioned.  "I read about  this ... how
 it's possible to fuck this way without even moving, just using your
 muscles. Hindus or  somebody do it this way."  She repressed a bump
 of  excitement as  she definitely  felt Jerry's  pecker move inside
 her.  "I can  feel you  moving in  me," she  confided. "Your cock's
 swelling up  ..." She worked  her cunt on  his prick, rippling  the
 muscles up and  down. She could almost see his  prick in her mind -
 growing slowly  inside her canal!  Her cunt exuded  moisture as the
 excitement of her success got to  her, and as she grew aroused, her
 muscle  action grew  stronger, pulling  silently at  Jerry's hidden
 prick.

 "Oh, boy, I can really feel  it now!" Jerry cried in excitement. He
 hadn't thought  it possible, but  it was happening!  His soft prick
 was hardening and lengthening inside his mother's cunt, gaining new
 strength  with each  stroke of  her talented  pussy. "It's  getting
 hard. I can feel my balls filling up again! Wow!"

 "Yes, yes, I can feel it, too," responded his mother. "It's filling
 me  up  -  getting  big  again.  Jerking  around,  oh,  Jerry, it's
 wonderful!" She smiled mistily up at  the face of her son. This was
 a new experience  for her, this slow  filling of her womb!  She was
 suffused  with love  as her  vagina filled  with her  son's growing
 prick. She  had never felt  so close to  any of her  lovers before.
 This was an incredibly fulfilling  experience. She wondered if they
 could really  fuck to orgasm this  way - just using  their muscles.
 She was determined to try. "Don't move your hips," she told her son
 as he started to move involuntarily.

 He looked at her in amazement. He  was hard again and ready to fuck
 now. That was the point wasn't it?

 "We'll just keep on like this -  use our muscles and cum that way,"
 his mother told him.

 "Like the Hindus?" Jerry laughed, catching on. "Okay, if you want -
 it feels great right now, though  I don't see how anything could be
 better than plain old fucking!" He  forced his hips to remain still
 and pressed more deeply into his mother. Maybe, maybe I can make it
 jerk around in there, he thought.  The idea of muscle control was a
 new  one to  him, but  he could  see how  it would  improve regular
 fucking  if he  could make  his prick  jerk at  will. He  carefully
 tightened  his ass  muscles and   was gratified  to find  his penis
 jerked in accord. "Did you feel that, Mom?" he cried.

 "Yes, dear, that's the way. Now  let's just quietly lie here and do
 that to  each other. Let's  try to move  in rhythm," she  answered,
 giving a few  quick jabs with her twat.  They lay together, tightly
 clasped  in  each  other's  arms,  letting  their  sex  organs mesh
 together in harmony. As he jerked his prick inside her, she rippled
 her  cunt along  his shaft.  She could  feel him  filling her whole
 cavity now, his dick pushing against the pulsing walls of her cunt.
 As her  pussy juices flowed, she  felt an unbearable urge  to grind
 her  hips beneath  him, hastening  her orgasm,  but she  restrained
 herself, merely increasing the pressure.

 For an inexperienced man, Jerry was  doing a great job. He used his
 ass  and pelvic  muscles, causing  his prick  to bounce  inside his
 mother. He could  feel his balls lifting in  their sac and climbing
 up, hardening and tightening. He  wanted desperately to rise up and
 fuck in  and out as hard  as he could. His  hips quivered under the
 strain. "Oh, Mom, I can't stand it! I gotta move!" he groaned.

 "Just  a little  more, son,  try to  relax," Barbara grated through
 clenched teeth,  trying to follow  her own advice.  But it was  too
 late. Jerry's hips suddenly shook  and ground into her, pulling and
 shoving with  age-old motions of intercourse.  She sighed and moved
 with him, letting herself be  carried off, her orgasm breaking over
 her in a  whirl of feeling. "That's okay. Fuck  me harder now, son,
 give it to your mother," she called encouragingly.

 Jerry pounded into her. He had  wanted to finish the other way, but
 he couldn't. He just couldn't stand it! The tide of lust swept over
 him, forcing his  hips to plow into his  mother's cunt desperately.
 "I'm gonna  cum. I waited so  long, I can't help  it. Hold me, Mom.
 I'm fucking you ..."

 Barbara held her  son tight, her body churning  under his, ready to
 receive his  second cum without  withdrawing. He had  mad a valient
 effort to  do the muscle fuck,  and she would reward  him by giving
 him a good cum! She reached behind him, bypassing his sweaty balls,
 and probed  for his asshole -  finding it, she pressed  through the
 opening and  buried her finger in  him. As she sank  her digit into
 his buttery  ass, she felt  his prick spasm  and burst inside  her,
 splattering her cunt walls with hot thick sperm.

 "AAAGGGHHH! FUCK! I'M CUMMING! HOLD ME, MOMMA!" Jerry screamed.

 Mother and son  convulsed in each other's arms,  holding each other
 for  dear life,  cunt and  cock cumming  in perfect unison. Finally
 they fell apart, Jerry's cock slipping from Barbara's cunt.

 "I tried, Mom,"  he said weakly, laughing a  little. "I guess those
 Hindus practice a lot."

 "I  guess they  do," Barbara  answered fondly,  stroking her  son's
 head.

 "We'll have to practice, too," he  said boldly, looking at her from
 the corner of his eye. "Whenever I'm home from school ..."

 Barbara  accepted  the  inevitable.   "Yes,  we'll  practice,"  she
 whispered. She wasn't  going to tell him again  what a dreadful sin
 this was. She would bear the load of guilt herself. She had brought
 this  incestuous affair  on herself,  and she  alone would  pay the
 consequences, she  resolved. What was  she going to  do while Jerry
 was away at  school, she had no idea.  She didn't want to go  on as
 she had, seducing  every young man she could get  her hands on. She
 sighed, putting it from her  mind. Something would happen and solve
 her problem.

 Jerry  looked  at  his  mother.  She  was  lying back, relaxed, her
 breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing. He ran his hand
 over her  tits lovingly. They  were soft now,  their turgid nipples
 slowly subsiding  into the twin  brown areolas. She  smiled back at
 him as his hand caressed her sweat-slick flesh.

 "It was  great, Mom, I  never knew how  wonderful it could  be," he
 admitted.  "I  think  I  understand  it  now.  You  just can't help
 yourself, can you? And I guess  just one guy isn't enough for you."
 He  looked at  her longingly,  wishing he  alone could  satisfy her
 hunger, but knowing he couldn't.

 "No, I  guess not," Barbara  admitted. It was  a big admission  for
 her,  and  contrary  to  everything  she  had  previously believed.
 Everyday morality  dictated that one  man should be  sufficient for
 one woman, and,  until the last few days, she  had believed it. But
 now she wasn't too sure that  society was right. Hadn't her actions
 proved that she needed almost constant  sex? And what one man could
 satisfy that?

 "I bet  you could go  again easy," Jerry  continued. "If you  want,
 well, would you like  me to get Steve in here? Maybe  the two of us
 could keep you happy, for a while at least." He frowned, wishing he
 didn't have to go back to school.

 Barbara's heart leaped. She couldn't believe her son was suggesting
 this solution. "You wouldn't mind?"  she breathed, her body already
 tingling at  the thought of  taking on the  two men. Why,  they can
 fuck me in the ass and cunt  at the same time, she thought. She had
 wanted to  try that since this  afternoon, when Skip and  Buddy had
 used the bottle on her empty  orifice. Imagine what two cocks could
 do. She shuddered.

 "Well, I do mind in a way,"  Jerry admitted. "But," he got a mental
 picture  of  he  and  his  friend  plowing  simultaneously into his
 mother's trembling body, "anything for you. I wouldn't be jealous -
 I know  you need  it!" He  grinned at  her, not  admitting even  to
 himself that his prime motive was a selfish desire.

 "Oh,  Jerry darling,  I love  you! You're  so understanding. Go get
 your friend," Barbara  said excitedly. "I'd love to  have you both.
 Of  course you'll  always be  first," she  added comfortingly  as a
 shadow of doubt crossed her son's face.

 "Okay, Mom," Jerry said, jumping off  the bed, stark naked. "Just a
 second. I'll get him!" He walked out of the room.

 Barbara  lay  back  on  the  bed,  scarcely  about  to  breathe for
 excitement.  Both of  them at  once, doing  what I  want. God!  she
 mused, her mind full of  lascivious pictures. She hugged herself in
 anticipation, rocking back and forth on the bed.