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 .... -- .