but he was too excited to be picky. He felt between her legs and located her gaping hole easily, then brought his prick to the mark and shoved it in. She was right — it was a lot tighter from this angle, and his prick hit some new areas he couldn't reach before. He pumped into her, careful not to dislodge himself until they got a rhythm going.
'Reach in there and grab my clit!' Barbara commanded hoarsely. This was more like it. Her cunt was much tighter around his cock, and the curving angle of his prick made it hit excitingly against her canal. As the boy's hand snaked between her thighs and grabbed in her soppy cunt for her clitoris, she shook in passion. His finger touched the slippery button, and she squealed in pleasure.
'That's the way, oh fuck me, harder, harder! I'm going to cum all over the place — God, I can feel it in my stomach!'
Steve grimly clung to her churning ass, one hand wrapped around her hips, his fingers clawing at her clit, the other hand cupping one of her hanging tits, pinching the nipple with his fingers. 'That's the way, Mrs. Anderson, shake your ass!' he crowed. 'I'm gonna cum soon. I'm fill your fucking cunt.'
The two humped frantically on the bed, trying to gain maximum stimulation from this position. Barbara's head was pressed into the mattress, her body bent like a bow from the force of the young boy's cock thrusts. She panted like a steam engine, her body quaking with each blow, her insides churning as she strove toward orgasm. Finally she knew she was there — a few more strokes into her sensitive cunt and she'd make it!
'Just a little more, Steve, fuck me hard!' she yelled.
'I'm trying, but I gotta cum quick. My balls are about to blow!' Steve pumped violently into her sloppy cunt. His cock squished through her fleshy parts like a knife through soft cheese, parting her dripping membranes, slamming into the back wall of her cunt. Every time his cock hit the spot near the opening of her womb, she spasmed around his pole. But he couldn't keep it up much longer. The need for release was coursing through him. 'Hold on! I'm gonna blow my nuts! Here it comes! Oh, fuck, fuck! Cumming! Ohhhhhh!' and his tube began to spurt, sending a hot stream of cum into her hot pussy.
Barbara didn't mind. Her orgasm had flooded her seconds before his announcement, and she was swept away on a tide of pussy fluid, her stomach muscles convulsing with the strain, her cunt spasming.
'Ohhh, cum in me! Fuck your beautiful sperm into me,' she moaned, collapsing forward on the bed. The man fell with her, his shrinking prick slipping from her hole with a plop.
'Beautiful,' a voice said cheerfully. 'Move over, Steve, I want to get some of my Mom's cunt, too,' Jerry said. He had arrived for the last of the previous scene, and had restrained an impulse to jump in. He wanted to watch for a minute, see how it looked from an outside view. The last time he had seen Steve fuck his mother, he was too pissed off to observe closely. This time he had watched carefully with bated breath, one hand stroking his dick, his eyes glued to the fucking bodies in amazement. He had watched as Steve plunged his thin pecker into his mother's rear. For a minute he'd thought he was going in her bung hole, but then he saw the distended lips of her pussy bulge around his friend's cock. He had been especially turned on by the action of his mother's hips. They had swung in circles and bumped up and down as if on well-oiled springs. Steve's prick had looked like a dark nail as it hammered in and out of Barbara's cunt, disappearing into her recesses. He had noticed how fluids ran down her thighs and soaked his balls, and when the two came, that was the most exciting part of all! He had recognized Barbara's orgasm by the frantic trembling of her body, her skin rippling over her bunched up muscles. And a few seconds later Steve had shot his wad. He watched as Steve's body smashed into his Mom's cunt and ground his hips furiously, screwing himself in to the root. When he pulled out his shrunken cock, semen dripped from Barbara's open cunt, running down her legs and puddling on the sheet. Jerry's cock was standing straight up, ready for action. He had watched enough!
Barbara's heart leaped as she heard her son's voice. Her body was still on fire. She had had two mind- blowing orgasms and was ready for more! Her cunt exuded a dollop of sperm and she rolled over on her back, smiling at Jerry. Steve lay beside her breathing heavily.
'Wow, your Mom's really something,' he told Jerry.
'Yeah, well, Mom, where do you want it? I think I'd like to have you give me head.' Without waiting for an answer, Jerry straddled his mother's chest, poising his prick before her mouth. It stuck straight out from his stomach, a thick shaft of pulsing red topped with a rosy head. His mother's luscious lips gladly received her son's love shaft and sucked him to orgasm. Jerry smiled, knowing that he and Steve would have many more good times together with his Mom.
The advertisement in the newspaper was more than interesting to Barbara. She had been scanning the ads for days, and here it was! The answer to her problem. She had decided she had to get out of her present lifestyle, have something to do, something more than bicycle riding off into the hills every so often with Annette. Something to insure that she would not be at home when her son came home on his future vacations. This terrible thing had to stop. If she was home, uninvolved, it would happen again and again. She had to get involved with something.
Business Opportunity
BIKE SHOP, SALES AND SERVICE.
GOOD LOCATION.
JUST OFF COLLEGE CAMPUS.
PLENTY OF STUDENT TRAFFIC.
QUALIFIED STAFF RUN SHOP.
OWNER LEAVING STATE.
$15,000 HANDLES.
But that wasn't the best part of it! The bike shop was just off the campus where Jim attended State College! She thought about Jim, thought how wonderful it would be. 'Bike freak' is what he had called himself. He could work for her! It was, if nothing else, a way out.
Two days later she was looking over the shop. They carried an inventory of every make of bike, even had a few mopeds. She gave the old man who owned the shop a certified check and said she would take over the business in one week.
Barbara and Annette pumped their bikes up a steep hill. 'But why didn't you tell me what you were doing? I could have been your partner, Barbara. Think of it, a bike shop!' Annette queried.
'No, Annette, this has to be something I do by myself. Besides, it won't interfere with our bike jaunts. I only have to be up at the shop two days a week. Doing the books and such.'
'But we've always been partners in this bike thing. I'm hurt, Barbara, I must tell you that.' They reached the top of the hill and coasted downward. And Barbara thought, but I've had other partners besides you, sweet Annette. Oh! If you only knew!
'We've only got two miles to go,' Annette called. 'I can't wait to see your new bike shop.'
'Yes, well you go on. I'll give you the keys and you can look it over. I have an errand to run first.'
'An errand? To where?' Annette asked quizzically.
'Personal. It's a call I have to make on a friend at the college. The campus is off to the left, the shop is off to the right. I'll join you in an hour or so. And Annette, I have a present for you. When you get to the shop pick out whatever bike you want, it's yours. After all, it's you who introduced me to the bike world.'
They did not stop riding while Barbara handed Annette the keys to the shop. Then Barbara turned off to her left, Annette attacking an up-grade to the right, toward the shop. The upgrade was not a problem, but she struggled to remember the address of the shop.
'Sometimes I think you're crazy, Barb,' Annette yelled as she turned. Then she puffed hard, her legs working and straining. 'I think I'm getting old.'
Well, get old by yourself, love. I never felt younger in my life! Barbara thought as she headed into the campus grounds.
It was just as Jim had described it, one block off campus, right on the beach, a New Orleans atmosphere with funny little balconies, and the freshman girls pedaling their bikes down the street in their little bikinis, no bras under their T-shirts.
She walked down three steps and knocked at the door of Jim's basement apartment. There was no answer, so she knocked again. Still nothing. She tried the door and it was unlocked.
Entering and calling his name, she came upon a small living room with a floor piled high with books, old newspapers, girlie magazines, and Playboy pinups on the wall, beer cans in the corner, and an odor of pot hanging
