"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 heavy in the air.
"Who the hell is it?" a voice came from the bathroom.
"Barbara. Is that you, Jim?"
"Barbara who?" The voice seemed strained.
"Barbara, the bike freak," she laughed.
"No shit? C'mon in."
She opened the bathroom door and saw him sitting in a wooden chair that was placed directly below a shower that poured water on his head a shoulders. His body was perfectly tanned, beautiful muscular perfection.
She had to smile. He looked so wonderfully young.
"What in the world are you doing? You'll ruin that chair. It looks like an antique."
"Naw," Jim said, his hair washed flat down over his face. "Early Salvation Army. These landlord gougers give us shit for furniture, they figure they've got a captive audience. Serves 'em right, the bastards."
"But how long have you been sitting there? Your skin's shriveling up."
"Big bash last night. This is the best thing for a hangover. Cold water, man. Cold water and then a hot woman. Cure you every time."
"oh? Well then you've got both, haven't you." She started slipping out of her shorts.
"Yeah, awesome. I'm just lucky, I guess. You like cold showers? Climb in. To tell you the truth I've thought about you a lot. You were some kinda lay, lady. Hmmm. That brings back some memories…"
Barbara was stark naked now as she stepped into the shower stall. She wasted no time kneeling to her hot young hunk. Barbara's lips and tongue were busy doing what they did best. In the middle of the heated session in the cold shower, the old chair broke.
Neither the hot sucking woman nor the young horny college student cared. Barbara hungrily continued blowing her dream lover knowing that all her plans would work out.