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  Barbara wearily pulled her car into the driveway.  She had
dropped Skip back at the store and came straight home, promising
to meet him the next day.  She wondered what his boss had thought
when he came in after four hours, disheveled, reeking of sex and
pot.
  "Oh well, he's a fast talker.  He'll get out it," she assured
herself, parking the car and walking into the house.  She hoped
she could get upstairs and clean up before her son or his friend
saw her, but one of the boys was coming downstairs as she opened
the front door.  He stopped dead and stared at her.
  "Hi.  It is Steve, isn't it?" Barbara said lamely, aware of her
messed up hair and sweat stained bikini.  She was carying her
green dress on one arm and she held it in front of her, covering
some of the ravages.  "Where's Jerry?"
  "Uh, he went to the store, Mrs. Anderson," the boy replied
nervously.  "I'm expecting a call from my mom, so I stayed here.
He said to tell you he'd be back in an hour or so."
  "Well, that's fine dear.  Just make yourself at home.  I'm
going to freshen up a bit.  I've been at the beach all day," she
explained, feeling a need to justify her appearance to the boy
who was staring at her.  She flushed, feeling his eyes go over
her, resting on her partially covered breasts and sliding away in
embarrassment.
  "Sure, nice to meetcha," the boy said hurriedly.  They were
face to face at the bottom of the stairs and he turned sideways
to let her go by, flattening against the wall.
  Barbara smiled at him in a dignified fashion and passed by him.
Her chest brushed his, and he blushed beet red at the contact.
  "Ah, uh, I'll just go outside and take a swim," he gasped, not
looking at her as he sidled by.  Barbara stood stock still, not
believing the flash of lust that swept her body at the involun-
tary contact.  My God, she thought severely.  Don't you ever get
enough?  Screwing all afternoon and still wanting more?  She
chastised herself: You're nothing but a perverted old woman ...
God, this boy is younger than your son!  And you promised not to
have anything to do with him!  She took a deep breath and walked
upstairs, not looking back.  If she had, she would have seen her
son's friend still standing at the foot of the stairs, his eyes
glued to the sway of her buttocks.
  Holy cow! he thought.  Jerry didn't tell me his mom  looked
like that!  He followed her with his eyes.  He was still a
virgin, but he had two older brothers who had told him all about
their conquests, and he could hardly wait to begin.  I wonder -
naw - she's a grown lady.  And Jerry's mom!  But she sure is
beautiful.  He heard the door slam upstairs and turned away
sighing, knowing he wouldn't see any more for a while.  He went
out to the pool, trying to put the sight out of his mind, trying
to forget the sexy sway of those barely covered buttocks.  His
penis was stirring in his trunks, and he sighed loudly, wishing
he were older and could get into those white pants.  I wouldn't
have a chance he told himself.  She wouldn't even think about a
kid like me.  He dove into the pool, reviewing the luscious
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  Barbara was taking a shower, letting the hot water wash away
all traces of sand and semen.  She moaned voluptuously as the
water kneaded her tired muscles and soothed away the red marks
left by Buddy and Skip's fingers, restoring her flesh to its
normal pink sheen.  She soaped her breasts admiringly, noting how
her resilient flesh bounded back into shape.  She had thought she
would be squashed flat!  She laughed gaily, going over every
detail of the afternoon in her mind.  At last she emerged from
the steamimg shower, her body glowing with remembered lust and
present satiation.
  "That should do it," she crowed silently, wrapping herself in a
huge towel.  "I shouldn't want any sex for a while!"  She had
conveniently forgotten her reaction to Steve's involuntary touch.
She threw a robe around herself and padded downstairs to the
kitchen, taking a cold drink from the refrigerator and sipping it
thirstily.  She was hungry too, she decided, and made herself a
sandwich.
  She munched thoughtfully, looking out the window to the pool.
She could see Jerry's little friend vigorously swimming back and
forth, and she smiled to herself at his innocent fun.  Her smile
changed to a gasp as the boy climbed from the pool.  He was stark
naked, having discarded his trunks, and his pecker stood straight
up like a sword rising from the base of his belly.  She clutched
the windowsill with both hands, feeling a tide of warmth envelop
her stomach at the sight of his penis.
  "Oh no," she whispered to herself.  "Not again ... not now!"
But her body continued to burn inflamed by the sight of an erect
dick.  She pressed her legs together, trying to stop the
tormenting itch, but knew it was no use.  Once she was in the
grip of lust she was no longer responsible for her actions.  As
if in a dream, she watched the boy as he lay back on the patio,
his dick standing up.  He surrounded it with both hands and began
to jerk it slowly.
  "How can he?  Right here in my house!  How does he know I won't
come downstairs?" she asked herself wildly, her lips parting as
if to drink in the sexy scene.  Her hand slipped under her robe
and she stroked the moist cunt, sliding her finger into her
groove and tickling her clit.  "No, this is wrong.  He's a kid
 ... he's too innocent to know what he's doing," she told
herself, already walking outside, the ache in her twat drawing
her to the boy like a magnet.  She stood above him, staring down,
her lips pursed in an O.  He didn't see her.  He was intent on
what he was doing, rubbing his immature prick between his
fingers, a half smile on his tender lips.
  "Ah," Barbara breathed involuntarily.  Steve heard her and
looked up, consternation crossing his features.
  "Mrs. Anderson!" he cried, covering himself with his hands.
  "No, don't stop," the sex-crazed woman breathed.
  He noticed that her robe hung open and she was stark naked
beneath it, her big tits swelling free.  His eyes traveled down
her body and he saw her red thatch of hair, with one of her
fingers buried in it!  He gulped noisily, wondering what to do
now.  He had never in his wildest dreams imagined a beautiful
woman standing over him while he jerked off, her hand sunk in her
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  "Gosh," he breathed, staring at her. "Wow!" his gaze was locked
on her reddish pussy.  As he watched, she spread her legs
slightly and opened the lips of her cunt, revealing the juicy
interior.
  "Have you ...have you ever seen a cunt before, Steve?" Barbara
asked, her voice hoarse.  She felt an electric thrill of
excitement at exposing herself to the boy, watching his eyes
glaze with desire.
  "No ... no, ma'am, just in pictures," the boy stuttered.  "Can
I ..." he stopped.  She's probably just teasing me, he thought.
And if I do anything she'll kick me out.  He was confused.  He
had never heard of a woman doing things like this one was doing.
  Barbara knelt beside him, her tits dangling in his face.
"These are my titties, Steve," she murmured to him, cupping them
in one hand.  "Would you like to feel them?  They're soft and
nice.  You'll like the way they feel," she urged.
  "Yes.  Yes I would," Steve said boldly, burning his bridges.
He wanted to feel her up.  He didn't care what happened to him
afterwards.  He wasn't going to miss this opportunity to touch a
real live woman.  He stretched out one hand and ran it over the
curved surface of the offered breast.
  "Squeeze the nipples, dear.  Tweak them in your fingers,"
Barbara whispered to the boy.  He complied, and she groaned at
the fire that ran through her veins.  "Suck them, honey, kiss my
tits.  You'll like that, baby ... sucking my tits."  She moaned
as the boy's lips clamped on her turgid nipple and drew it into
his hot mouth.  He sucked wildly, bobbing his head back and forth
between her breasts, laving the tits with his raspy tongue.
Barbara shivered and lay back, no longer caring if it were wrong
or not.  It's my duty, she thought in confusion.  Teach him about
sex - no one will know - I'll make sure he doesn't tell Jerry.
Oh, God.  I'm evil and perverted but I have to have it.  I want
him to stick his finger up me and bring me off.  I want his dick
in me.
  "Steve, look at my cunt, Steve," she commanded.  The boy
stopped sucking her nipples and they stood straight up, cooled by
the sucking they had had but craving more.  She held her fleshy
twat open with her hands and directed his gaze to the pit of
pleasure.  "That's my pussy, dear ... Why don't you stick your
finger in it and see how it feels.  You'll like it.  All boys
do."   She squirmed on the patio floor, raising her hips so Steve
could see her fully.
  "Golly - it's all wet!" Steve said.  He was kneeling forward
and peering up into her twat with the greatest concentration.
His forefinger stroked along the fat lips and diddled in the
outer chambers.
  "That means I want you - it means my cunt wants to be filled
up," Barbara wheezed.  She didn't know if she were explaining it
right or not.  Her body was on fire and she had to have something
in her twat.  "Put your finger in!" she snapped suddenly.  "Don't
be afraid - it won't bite!  Shove your finger into my cunt,
Steve!"  He hesitated and she grasped his wrist and pushed his
finger into her, sighing.  "There!  Now pull it in and out, twist
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  Steve felt the squishy flesh engulf his finger.  It seemed to
be sucking at it!  With more enthusiasm he pumped his finger in
and out, watching it disappear into the pink hole.  "That's where
I put my thing, isn't it, Mrs. Anderson?" he asked innocently.
"In there?"
  "Yes, darling ... your cock.  That's where you put your cock -
in my cunt," Barbara muttered, her hips twisting under his
finger.  The thought that she was corrupting him had ceased to
bother her.  Now it turned her on!  She thought of herself as a
fat spider, luring young boys into the web of her twat, and the
perverted thought made her groan with lust.  "Go on, Stevie, put
it in.  Put your cock in my cunt!  And then you can fuck me,
darling."
  Steve knelt between her thighs uncertainly.  He knew what to
do.  His brothers had told him, and the boys at school had
laughed about it, and he had seen pictures.  But actually doing
it was far different!  He held his pecker in his hand and pointed
it at the gaping wet mouth of her pussy.  "I - would you help me?
I'm not sure ... I've never done this before," he said miserably.
  "Oh, darling ... here, I'll help you," Barbara said.  She
reached out, guiding his dick to her steamy hole.  "Just put it
where your finger was and move it back and forth like you did
your finger," she crooned, incredibly turned on by the thought of
taking on a virgin.  She held herself in check, not wanting to
scare him with a thrashing display of lust.  Let him get in
first, she told herself, opening her hole for him with one hand
and guided his turgid pecker with the other.
  "Aaaaaaggghhh," Steve groaned as the head of his pecker slipped
into her cunt.  It was incredible, feeling her hot cuntlips
grasping his pecker, drawing him into her hole.  With a grunt he
thrust forward, his hips taking the sexual motion as second
nature.  He sliced into her hot cunt, cleaving her passageway
until he felt his balls smash against her ass, then drew it out
again and pushed it forward.  In and out.  In and out.
  "I'm fucking!" he yelled.  "I'm doing it!  I'm fucking your
cunt!"  He could feel his cum trying to flood the tube of his
penis and resolutely restrained himself.  He knew that girls
didn't want a guy to cum immediately.  They wanted to ride the
dick for a while.  And he wanted to keep Mrs. Anderson happy.
This was a thousand times better than jacking off, and he wanted
to do again - and again!  And he knew he couldn't make her mad by
cumming too soon, or she might not want to do it anymore!
  "That's it!" Barbara called encouragingly.  She allowed her
hips to go with his motion, adding a twist or two along the way.
She figured he was probably having trouble controlling himself,
and she wanted to help him out as much as she could.  She bucked
her hips up to his and rolled with him, feeling his pecker zip in
and out of her hole.  It felt small compared to Skip's and
Buddy's, but she rode it for all she was worth.  And the mental
stimulation was terrific - she was almost cumming just from the
perversity of seducing such a young boy.  "Fuck me, Steve!" she
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  Steve grunted with the effort not to cum.  His hands were
clamped on her tits, using them as handles, and he flailed back
and forth between her hot thighs.  He could feel her cunt
clasping and unclasping around his pecker, and suddenly it
grabbed him really hard, squeezing him unmercifully.  He felt his
cum rising and knew there was nothing he could do about it.
  "I'm cumming!" he sobbed, pounding into her cunt.  He felt her
start to shake under him and wondered if she were having a fit,
but his mind was blocked by the roar of orgasm.  His tight little
balls lifted and blew, shooting his thick young semen into her
spasming hole.  He felt like it was gushing out of his guts.  He
couldn't remember cumming like this when he jacked off!  "Oh ...
what's happening?  It won't stop, ohhh!" Steve fell against her,
his hips still pumping weakly as he shot wad after wad into her.
  Barbara was still shaking from her first orgasm.  She knew that
if Steve had been more experienced he could have brought her off
several more times, but she wouldn't trade this tide of virgin
cum for the world!  She shivered as she felt the endless flood
splattering into her cunt, clinging to the slick walls like hot
grease, filling her to the brim.  She put her arms around him as
he collapsed on her chest, smoothing his hair, running her hands
lasciviously over his slim young hips.  Mine ... she thought
lewdly.  I have his first cum in a woman.  It's in me now, I can
feel it sloshing in my cunt.  She squeezed her cunt together,
trying to hold his penis in, but it slipped out with a plop,
trailing a stream of semen.
  "Oh, Mrs. Anderson!  Wow - it was great!" Steve mumbled into
her neck.  He was drained but happy!  He hadn't noticed the
looseness of her cunt.  It was his first, and he thought he had
had the best fuck in the world.  How it could be any better he
couldn't imagine.
  Barbara lay back.  Her cunt was still burning.  She needed a
lot more.  But she didn't want to force the boy.  She wanted him
to rest and think about his first fuck for a minute before she
tried again.  She slid out from under him and headed for the
pool.  As she slipped into the cool water, some measure of sanity
returned.  She looked back at the boy and noticed how young he
was, and it horrified her now instead of exciting her.
  "God!  What have I done!?" she murmured, diving under the
water.  "He'll tell Jerry.  Oh, Lord,  I've got to put a stop to
this right now!"  The cool water entered cunt, washing out the
thick sperm and refreshing her hot insides, diminishing her
desires.  She could still feel her lust coiled in the pit of her
stomach, ready to spring, but it was quiet now, and she intended
to take advantage of the fact.  She swam to the side of the pool
and got out quickly, skirting the boy.  He looked at her
sleepily.
  "I'll see you later, darling," she murmured.  "Now don't tell
Jerry or anybody.  I've got some things to do.  You guys go out
for supper or something.  I'll leave you some money.  It was
really wonderful ... but don't tell anybody!"  She looked at him
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  "Oh, I won't, not even Jerry!  I guess you wouldn't want him to
know!" Steve laughed a little.  "But you will let me play with
you some more, fuck you again, won't you?  I'm going home
tomorrow."  He looked at her wistfully as Barbara's heart leapt
in relief.  If she could just make it till tomorrow.  "Jerry
wants to go over to my place for a couple of days."
  "I thought you didn't have any place to go for break," Barbara
said, confused.  Surely Jerry had said ...
  "Oh no.  I was going home, but Jerry wanted me to come visit,
and now he wants to go to my house," Steve said glibly, frowning
a little.  "Maybe I can change his mind.  I'd sure rather stay
here!"  He grinned at her confidingly, reaching up to touch her.
  Barbara moved back quickly.  "No, you better go home.  Your
mother probably wants to see you." she babbled, wondering why
Jerry had lied to her about Steve's situation.  "I'll see you
before you leave - maybe we'll have a chance.  I don't really
know," she said quickly, striding off without looking back.  She
didn't want to see the boy's expression.  She might relent, and
that would be fatal!
  It was late that night.  Barbara had dressed and gone out - and
stayed out, sitting at one bar after another, not wanting to go
home.  Several men tried to pick her up, but she was repelled by
their leering faces and sagging bodies and waved them away in
disgust.  Finally she couldn't stand it anymore, and returned
home.
  "They'll be asleep by now," she told herself as she let herself
in quietly and mounted the stairs.  "I'll get up early in the
morning and stay away until I'm sure they're gone.  If I can just
have some time to myself, I know I'll solve this before Jerry
comes home gain.  I'll get married, see a psychiatrist -
something.  But I can't think if I have to see them.  I want them
too much!  Oh God - I'm abnormal ... nobody else feels like this.
I've never heard of any mother lusting after her son, except in
books.  And this is real ... too real."  She went into her room
and shut the door quietly, noticing that there was no light under
Jerry's door.  She breathed a sigh of relief and began unhooking
her dress, stripping to bra and garter belt in the dark.  She had
worn a bra for protection.  She didn't usually use one, but
tonight she had donned all her armor.  She had on bra, slip, hose
and garter belt.  She didn't turn on the light, knowing that she
might inadvertently see her body and be aroused.  She had come to
terms with her overwhelming sexuality, and her only thoughts were
to keep it at bay.  She was turning down her bed and and
preparing to don a robe to go to the bathroom when she heard the
doorknob turn.  Her heart stopped.  A dark figure slipped into
the room and stood facing her.
  "Mrs. Anderson.  It's me Steve," a small voice whispered.  "I
was afraid you weren't gonna come home - and I wouldn't see ya
again, like you promised."  There was a hint of petulance in the
boy's tone.
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  "Dead to the world," Steve said complacently.  He walked up to
her, his eyes adjusting to the dark, and ran his hands over her
hips boldly.  "What have you got on?" he asked curiously, his
hands finding the straps of the garter belt and playing with
them, then dipping lower.  Barbara gasped as his fingers brushed
her pubic bush.
  "No!  No, go away," she muttered, wrenching free.  "You
mustn't!"
  "Why not?  We did this afternoon," Steve said reasonably.
"I've got some things I want to try.  I was looking at some
pictures."
  Barbara groaned inwardly at the remembrance of the filthy
pictures.  "Steve, I was carried away," she said earnestly.  "You
have to forget about this afternoon.  Believe me, it's best.
You're too young for me.  It's all wrong."
  "You didn't think so before," Steve persisted.  He sounded like
he was about to cry, and Barbara's heart melted.
  "No, no, Steve.  I enjoyed it, really."
  "Then why can't we do it some more?" Steve burst out.  "You
said we would.  I stayed up waiting for you!  You've just gotta
help me ... my cock's hard and it hurts, Mrs. Anderson, really,
it does.  It's been hard all night and I've gotta -" Steve
babbled incoherently, his head buried in Barbara's stomach.  His
hot breath fanned against her skin, and her nerves crawled.  She
didn't know what to do, she was determined not to have sex with
the boy again, but he was so unhappy.  If she turned him down
he'd think it was because of the size of his cock and he might be
scarred for life!  Besides, her insides were melting with longing
to touch him just one more time.
  "All right, ssshhh.  We have to be very quiet.  But this is the
last time, you hear me?  And you must never tell a living soul!"
  Steve nodded happily and followed her to the bed.  He was
willing to agree to anything to get into her pussy again.  She
turned on the bedside lamp and stretched langorously in the dim
glow, her body showing in sharp relief.
  "Wow," he breathed, looking at her.  He had forgotten how
beautiful she was.  Her breasts were encased in a lacy black bra,
forcing them upward in rich curves, spilling from the top of the
cups, and her hips were encircled by a black lace garter belt,
black silk stockings on her sleek legs.  He could see her red
bush peeping out of the front of the garter belt, with a
suggestion of the inner lips peeking through.  "Would you - take
off your bra, Mrs. Anderson?" he asked.  "But leave that other
thing on?  I like it."  He was dressed only in a bathrobe, and he
let that fall to the floor and stood before her nude, his eager
young prick jutting from his stomach.  She smiled at him and
slowly unhooked her bra, letting it free her big breasts.  She
dropped it on the bed and cupped her hands under her tits,
rubbing them thoughtfully.
  "What is it you wanted to try, dear?" she asked, spreading her
legs lewdly so that he could see her cunt.  "Would you like to
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  Steve nodded dumbly.  He was mesmerized by the wet place
between her legs, his hands drawn to it like a magnet.  He thrust
his hand between her legs and stuck his finger up her, whirling
it around in the sticky softness.  "Sit on the bed," he muttered
hoarsely.  "And I'll put it in your mouth."
  Barbara complied, sitting on the edge of the bed and licking
her lips, looking at his cock avidly.  "If you like," she
whispered.  "You can kiss me down there, too.  Boys really love
to do that, kiss a girl's cunt while she sucks their cock!  Why
don't you try it?" She squirmed in anticipation, wondering if she
could get him to eat her.  She knew there was often an initial
resentment to the act.  Her husband had never lapped her cunt!
"If you do, I'll do anything you want," she promised.  "I love it
when a boy sucks my cunt ... please do it!"
  Steve looked at her doubtfully.  He didn't particularly want
to stick his face there - but, if it'd keep her happy, and get
her mouth on his cock ... He stretched out beside her, his face
next to her twat, his hips by her head, and carefully opened her
cunt with his fingers, looking into the depths.  Now that he was
here, he grew excited at the notion of sucking her.  She looked
so beautiful down there, the black garter belt against the white
of her thighs and the auburn bush of her pubic hair.  He gazed
into the depths of her cunt, looking into the pink-lined hole.
  "Kiss it, darling!" Barbara cried, squirming her hips.  She
felt that if he didn't do something soon she'd go crazy.
  Steve looked at the fat lips close up; it looked like a mouth!
He pursed his lips and advanced his mouth to her cunt.  She could
feel his hot breath on her wet twat ... closer, closer, his
tongue stuck out like a snake and darted into her hot box.
Barbara moaned.  The feeling was fantastic!  The tentative touch
of the boy's tongue was really turning her on.  He stuck it in
there, sliding it up and down the groove, opening her cunt with
his fingers.
  "That's it!  Oooo!  Lick my hole!  Stick your tongue in my
slit!  Yes!  Yes!  Oh God, I'm going insane.  Lick it in and out,
honey!" Barbara moaned, trembling under the boy's tongue.  He was
getting into it now, plunging his tongue into her depths like a
miniature cock, tongue-fucking her furiously.  "Now suck!  Suck
it all into your mouth!" Barbara instructed, looking down past
her breasts, watching the boy's dark head dip into her twat.  He
covered her entire snatch with his mouth and drew it in with a
loud gurgling noise.  His wandering tongue inadvertently hit her
clit and her body shook.  Steve was a quick learner.  He returned
to the nub of flesh that had produced such a reaction and clamped
his mouth on it, tickling it with his tongue.
  "Oh God!" Barbara screamed, muffling her voice in the pillow.
Incredible flashes of feeling shot through her as the boy sucked
her clit.  Then she felt him raise his head.  "Don't stop!" she
hissed in panic.  "Please ... that's great, do it some more and
I'll cum in your mouth!"
  Steve rubbed her clit with his fingers and said calmly, "Would
you take my cock in your mouth now, Mrs. Anderson?  I'll suck you
good if you will."  As if to demonstrate, he lowered his head
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  "Oh, oh yes, I'm sorry, I forgot," Barbara bubbled, reaching
for his small pecker.  As her hand enfolded it lovingly, she
wondered how she could have possibly forgotten it.  It was so
smooth, so excited, with the veins pulsing with excitement.  She
formed her lips into an O and slipped them over the head, sucking
gently on the mushroom cap, licking the exposed nerves under the
edge of the cap.  Slowly, she sucked the whole shaft into her
mouth, right down to the balls.  As her nose buried itself in his
pubic hair, she sniffled deeply, inhaling the musky odor of sex,
and gently cupped his balls in her hand.  Pulling him atop her,
she positioned her lips so he could fuck down into her mouth,
using it like a cunt.  She felt his pecker hit the back of her
throat, tickling her palate, and she loosened her throat muscles
to let him enter.
  Steve had kept almost still as his pecker sank into the warm
cavern of Barbara's mouth.  It was an entirely new sensation.  He
could feel her teeth scraping gently at his flesh as her lips
pulled him in.  He moaned and fucked down into her wet mouth,
feeling the softness of her throat give way under his thrust.
Her hand was under his balls, squeezing gently, probing the
sensitive area at the base of his prick.  And one finger was
curved up the crack of his ass, probing.  He felt the scratch of
her fingernail as she found his youthful bum hole and pressed.
His flesh resisted, then gave way and her finger shot into his
rear, massaging his prostate.
  "Aaaggghhh!" he grunted into her cunt.  The smell of her
arousal filled his nostrils as he dug his face into her snatch.
His busy tongue cleaned out her canal, slurping up the juice as
fast as she made it.  He tasted the hot salty fluid and loved it.
He realized it was her equivalent of cum, and he slurped the
thick fluid happily.  He could feel her whole cunt vibrating
against his mouth as she gushed, her twat grabbed at his tongue
and squeezed it like a hand, sending thrill after thrill through
him.  He was really aroused now ... his cock was pumping in and
out of her mouth like a pile driver, flashing between her lips.
  Barbara's cheeks caved in as she sucked the boy's cock.  She
was in the throes of orgasm now, her cunt spasming and gushing,
her skin crawling as her muscles rippled and knotted with
cumming.  She sucked avidly at the dick in her mouth, wriggling
her finger in his little asshole, prodding him to cum.  She
wanted to taste his youthful semen - she wanted to feel it
gushing down her throat.
  Steve tensed.  His marble-shaped balls lifted and hardened,
then collapsed, shooting a gush of sperm through his jerking cock
into Barbara's mouth.  Her finger in his asshole was like a red
hot wand, stirring his prostate, massaging the back of his prick,
forcing him to cum.  He twisted into her face and lay still,
screwing his cock in one final turn as his cum burst from the
head, filling her mouth.  He felt like the top of his head was
coming off.  He swallowed convulsively, choking on a mouthful of
pussy cum as his dick shot wads of thick white goo into her mouth.
He shuddered convulsively and was still.

                           

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  Barbara cleaned his cock lovingly, licking off the delicious
sperm.  It seemed to her the sweetest drink she'd ever had, this
boy's thick semen.  She could feel his mouth still sucking
gently at her dripping mound, performing the same service for
her.  She raised her head finally, letting his prick slide from
her mouth, smiling at him.
  He looked at her, too, his face glistening with pussy cum.
"Was it good, Mrs. Anderson?  Did I do it right?" he asked,
pleased with himself.  He knew the answer from the way her body
had responded, but he wanted to hear her tell him.
  "Oh, yes, you're a real little cunt lapper," she said.  "Come
up here and kiss me.  I want to taste my cum on your lips!"
  He shivered at the dirty sound of the words - it was perverse,
he felt, for her to want to taste her own cum, and that made it
even more exciting.  He scrambled beside her and planted a wet
noisy kiss on her lips, imparting the musky taste of pussy to
her.  He drew back and grinned.
  "I think it tastes great," he confided.  "How does mine taste?"
  Barbara smiled at his curiosity.  "Like, like," she stopped,
helpless, unable to describe the taste of semen.  "Anyway, it's
good!"
  "Are you ready now?" he asked, eyeing her speculatively.
  "Ready for what?" Barbara asked nervously.
  "Well, you said you'd do anything I wanted, didn't you?" he
asked, smiling at her innocently.
  "Oh yes, darling, what is it you want?" she smiled at him,
wondering what such an inexperienced boy could know about sex.
  "I saw some pictures," he started hesitantly.  "Jerry has them.
Well, there was one that I really liked.  There was this lady,
lady, and she - well she was sticking this thing up her - you
know - up her cunt, and this guy was doing it in her rear.  I'd
really like that, Mrs. Anderson!  Really I would!  I know my
cock's small for your cunt.  I'd really like to try that!"
  Barbara looked at him in consternation, remembering the boys
sticking the bottle in her this afternoon.  She couldn't
understand this male fascination with sticking strange objects up
her.  It seemed filthy and perverted to her.
  "Why don't you just put it back in my cunt again, honey," she
said soothingly.  "Or maybe in my rear if you want.  I like that,
too."
  "No!" the boy said stubbornly.  "I want to see you put
something like a - I dunno - a cucumber or a bottle or something
up there while I get ready.  If you don't let me, I'll go tell
Jerry!"  He stared at her commandingly, then collapsed.  "It'll
be okay, really it will.  The lady in the picture looked like she
really liked it."
  Barbara sighed, lying back on her bed.  Really, it was amazing
how quickly the boy had learned to manipulate her, she mused.  He
knew she'd do anything not to have Jerry find out.
  "Okay, Stevie, whatever you want.  What do you want to use?"
She looked at him narrowly, hoping that he didn't really have
anything ready.  He grinned back and slid off the bed.
  "Wait here," he said.  "I'll be right back."

                           

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  "Careful," she hissed.  "Jerry ..." But he was gone.  She
rolled over on her stomach, deeply ashamed about the whole scene,
but at a loss to know how to get out of it now.  To her
amazement, she was actually excited at the prospect of being
fucked with something weird.  She thought of the bottle and
shivered, hoping it wouldn't be that big.  Steve returned,
triumphantly waving a long salami.
  "Got it!" he whispered.  "I found this earlier tonight when I
was waiting for you!"  He handed it to her and looked at her
expectantly, his young eyes shining with lust.  "Well, go on, do
yourself with it!"
  Barbara took the salami in her hands and stared at it.  It was
fairly long and and thick, about the size of a grown man's prick.
She looked at him pleadingly.  Really, this was the limit -
fucking with a salami while this boy watched, waiting to be
excited.  He held his pecker in his hands, obviously planning to
jerk off with her.  "Go on, Mrs. Anderson!  Stick that salami in
your cunt!  I wanna see it!"
  Barbara sighed and fitted the salami between her legs, probing
for the opening to her cunt.  The end fitted nicely into her
opening and she pressed firmly, forcing it into her.
  "Open you legs," the boy insisted, bending closer.  "I wanna
watch it go in."
  Barbara opened her legs obediently, offering a good view of her
twat.  Her pussy lips were stretched wide around the salami,
which looked like a disembodied red prick gaining admittance.
She raised her hips and slid it in, noticing that her insides
were sopping wet.  Wet for a salami, she thought in disgust.  I'm
really sunk now.  I'll fuck anything.  Really it didn't feel too
bad.  The rough coating was scraping her insides in a pleasing
fashion.  With a twist of the wrist she sent the whole salami
inside her and took her hand away, showing the boy that it was
all inside.
  "Wow," he breathed, his little hand moving fast on his pecker.
"Better than the picture.  It's all inside.  Jeez!  Turn over on
your hands and knees, Mrs. Anderson."  He knelt between her legs
and peered through them.  Her cuntlips were distended several
inches, holding the salami firmly inside her.  He positioned
himself behind her and felt for the end of it, getting a firm
grip and running it in and out of her gorged snatch.
  Barbara groaned in excitement and humiliation.  Here she was on
her hands and knees, with a boy pounding a sausage into her from
behind - and she loved it!  There was no doubt that she loved it!
Her cunt snapped hungrily at the salami, drawing it inside her,
filling her cuntal passageway.  She could hear the boys heavy
breathing behind her as he fucked her brutally with the surrogate
prick.  Suddenly, she felt something warm and wet on her ass.  He
was licking crack!  She moaned at the new sensation, shivering as
his tongue found her puckered pink asshole and swirled around in
there.  It felt great - her ass was still sore from the
afternoon's fucking, and his tongue was a soothing balm.
  "Oh yes, lick my asshole - rim me out," she called
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  She bucked her hips against the salami, enjoying the feel of it
now.  And then she felt his pecker probing at the ass entrance.
With a lunge, he was buried in her shithole!  Fire rippled along
her nerves and she moaned louder, forgetting her son down the
hall.
  "Fuck my ass ... fuck my cunt ... oh, oh, oh, slam it in
there," she babbled, twisting her ass against him, feeling his
balls slap her butt.
  Steve sighed.  His cock felt like it was in a hot vise - much
tighter than her cunt, much dryer, much hotter.  It was so hot he
thought his prick might melt in there!  He jabbed in and out of
her, fucking her twat with the salami at the same time.  He could
feel the salami through the thin membrane that separated her cunt
from her asshole, and he imagined feverishly that it was another
cock, that another boy was fucking her cunt, prick to prick, and
they'd fill her up at the same time!  "Oh, it's so hot!  So
good!" he mumbled, thrusting into her creamy ass.  He was having
trouble keeping his balance, her ass was churning so, but he
valiently fucked on, never missing a stroke.  Then he had to drop
the salami, leaving it wedged in her cunt, and hold on with both
hands.  He felt his orgasm coming.  He shuddered and shot into
her bowels, filling her ass with thick cum suds.
  "Oh ... I'M CUMMMING!!!" he screeched, forgetting everything
but the fantastic sensation of cumming in her ass.  Her ass
sucked at his prick, squeezing it like a vise, and he filled it
with sperm.
  Barbara had grabbed the salami when he dropped it and fucked
herself with it expertly, bringing herself off in a few strokes
to join his orgasm.  Her sticky fluids gushed over her hands.
She was delirious.  She couldn't believe she had cum so hard with
a salami, but she had, though his spurting prick in her ass had
certainly helped!  She sank forward in ecstasy, her cunt
throbbing with fullfillment, her asshole clutching at his
shrinking cock.
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  "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."

                           

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  "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 boys 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!"

                           

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  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 se 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."

                           

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  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
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  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
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  "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 the boy's 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
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  "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 boy, 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 ..."

                           

      Chapter Eight - Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys

  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 boy 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 boys.
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.


