Message-ID: <4429eli$9709291220@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: harkonin@hotmail.com (HaRkOnIn) Subject: SeanA's Collection: -=Barbara Part 9=- Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <345ce069.9016199@news.azstarnet.com> SeanA's Erotic Stories ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -=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=- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /