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Barbara - Chapter Three
by Anonymous
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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 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
trembling 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...