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-=Barbara Part IX=-

  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
curves in his mind.
  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
own snatch.
  "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
it around in there!"
  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
called.  "Give it to me hard!"
  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
fiercely, trying to impress the importance of this on his mind.
  "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.
  "Steve - ssshhh!" Barbara whispered frantically.  "Jerry."
  "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!"

-=To Be Continued=-


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