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"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…

Chapter Five

Barbara drove wildly through traffic, not knowing where she was going. Etched in her mind was an indelible picture of stroking her son's prick. She admitted to herself now that she had deliberately flaunted her body before him, inviting his response, and then had run from him, terrified. Horror at her perverse desires suffused her, dimming out not overwhelming the aching of her frustrated cunt. Her twat was burning, it wanted to be fucked, it didn't have any scruples about who did the fucking. She swerved around a car, horn blaring, and tried to think. She could call Jason at the office. She laughed aloud, picturing his reaction if she stumbled in, dripping wet, and attacked him. Or the boy from yesterday, Skip, she remembered telling him that she'd meet him at six, but that was too long! She needed it now.

"I'll go to the store he works for. He makes deliveries for Smith's Department Store," she said feverishly. How she was going to get him to leave work and come with her she dismissed as unimportant. If she could just see him. She pulled into the parking lot of the store and jumped out of the car, looking around wildly. "Ah, Delivery Entrance," she muttered. She ran to the door, and finding it open, walked in. A man looked at her disinterestedly.

"Yeah, lady?"

"Skip. Skip, is he here?" She peered around.

"Yeah, he's in the back. You his mother?"

"Yes. Can you get him? It's very important, an emergency," Barbara said. She felt very odd, her hair dripped down her neck, wetting her back.

"Sure, why don't ya sit down? You don't look so good," the man answered kindly.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just get Skip, please. Hurry!"

"Okay, lady, calm down." The man was getting slightly annoyed. He wasn't used to wet, distraught ladies bursting into his office to see his delivery boys. He strolled to the inside door and yelled, "Hey, Skip! Your Ma's here, says it's an emergency."

Skip's voice came clearly. "Ma? I don't, hey, wait a sec! You say she's here? Okay." Barbara clenched her hands together and took a deep breath as Skip entered the room. He grinned at her and winked slowly. "Yeah, what's the trouble, Ma?"

"Uh, ah, I need your help," Barbara stuttered. She hadn't realized how tall he was, and she hadn't remembered his shoulders as being so broad. He walked over to her, still grinning and took her arm.

"Mr. Johnson. I'll go help my Ma. I'll be back in a while, okay?"

"Well, I suppose so," the man said dubiously, looking at the strange pair. "She is your mother…"

"Oh yes, sir, she certainly is," Skip answered. "Come on, Ma." He led Barbara firmly outside. She clung to his arm weakly. Now that she had him, she was tongue-tied. "Where's the car?" he asked. She showed him, and he steered her to it, unlocking the door and pushing her inside. She collapsed on the seat and looked at him helplessly.

"So, what's the emergency? Couldn't wait, huh?" He grinned at her again. She shuddered at the cocksure tone. He reached over and pulled up her skirt roughly, sinking his finger into her.

"No," she whispered, pulling away. "I wanted… I mean…"

"Don't play coy now, lady" he said. "You want it bad, don'tcha? So bad you hafta come get me from work. Well, where do you want it? Here, or your place?" He stroked her cunt smoothly, his finger sliding in and out. He felt a surge of power as he realized how much this woman wanted him. It was an intoxicating feeling.

"No, can't go home, my son's there. Just drive to the beach," Barbara stuttered. Her body was on fire from his finger-fucking and she knew she had to get out of here before she succumbed in broad daylight in the parking lot.

"Can't drive, lady. I lost my license," Skip said. His teeth showed in a broad grin as he watched her. She was flushed and breathing hard already, just from his finger in her twat.

Finally Skip said, "Hey, let's go! I ain't got all day. Let's go down to the beach. I know a place."

Barbara backed the car out and followed his instructions.

It was a bright, hot day, and the beach was crowded, but Skip directed her down a side road to a deserted point. She pulled to a stop and stared at him questioningly. He was all business now.

"Got a blanket? No? Guess this hit you unexpected, huh? Well, I'm always willing to help a lady. Take your dress off. Lemme see if your bod's as good as I remember. Do it nice and slow, now, give me a good show so I can get ready for you. Though I don't need much," he said, looking down at his pants and seeing the hard bulge. "Get my prick out first," he commanded. "Then give me a show." He sat back against a sand dune, legs widespread and motioned her to him. "Come on, take it out!

Barbara knelt in front of him and, hand shaking, unzipped his pants. His massive pecker sprang out, already engorged. She moaned slightly and reached for it, but he slapped hand away. "No, strip for me, lady. Let's see how good you are," he commanded, circling his prick with his thumb and forefinger. "Make it good and hard, and I'll fuck you! If you don't do a good job, well…" he shrugged.

Barbara put her hands behind her neck and unzipped her dress, trying to remember how the stripper she had seen in Vegas did it. She moved her hips slightly to an imagined bump and grind routine and slowly let the dress fall to the ground. She was still in her white bathing suit, and she revolved slowly in front of him, thrusting out her pelvis, bending so he could see the swell of her breasts. She unhooked the top of the suit in back and let one breast fall free, still holding it to her other boob, teasing him. She gathered the material in her hands and pressed it to her chest, rubbing her tits with it, then let it fall to the ground, revealing the full swell of her tits. She cupped her hands under her breasts and let her fingers trail over the creamy surface, pinching the nipples until they stood erect.

"Oh, yeah, that's good. Rub'em, honey," Skip gasped, hypnotized by the action of her hands. He rubbed his prick slowly, savoring the strip tease. "The pants. Take off the pants. Let me see your cunt."

"Barbara smiled. She felt in control now as she excited the young man. It was obvious he wanted her badly now, and she proposed to make him frantic with lust before she let him enter her. She turned her back to him and bent over, pulling the white bikini pants off her full ass, revealing the twin moons of her buttocks to his view. She ran her hand over the cheeks of her ass, parting the crack, showing a brief glimpse of her puckered asshole, bending over so he could see the shadow of her cunt from behind. She straightened and turned again, facing him, hooking her thumbs in the top of her pants and inching them down, revealing a few reddish curls. She looked him full in the eyes, licking her full lips with her wet tongue.