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CLICK HERE for HARDCORE TEEN SEX CLUBS Freewheeling Barbara - 3 Keywords: also 3plus, First "Jerry!" Ayumi Taniguchi gasped. "I thought you were at school! How -what are you doing Ayumi Taniguchie?" "I got all A's so I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi didn't have to take exams," Jerry explained. "Aren't you glad to see me, Mom?" "Of course I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi am. I'm just a little surprised," Barbara answered. Surprise wasn't the word for it. What if he'd come five minutes sooner? Ayumi Taniguchi thought grimly, picturing Ayumi Taniguchi son's horror-stricken face. She trod water, trying to compose Ayumi Taniguchi mind, trying to still Ayumi Taniguchi pounding heart. Guilt flooded Ayumi Taniguchi. How could Ayumi Taniguchi have succumbed to Ayumi Taniguchi lust - right Ayumi Taniguchie in Ayumi Taniguchi own home, with her son only minutes away. Ayumi Taniguchi closed Ayumi Taniguchi eyes. Ayumi Taniguchi felt like Ayumi Taniguchi wa going to faint. "Are you okay, Mom?" Jerry asked worriedly, looking at his mother's flushed face. "You look kinda weird." "Oh, I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi'm fine. Just the heat. Thought I'd cool off in the pool ..." Barbara became aware that Ayumi Taniguchi was babbling and pulled Ayumi Taniguchiself together. ont>
Maybe we could go out for supper." Ayumi Taniguchi clambered out of the water and stood beside Ayumi Taniguchi son. Ayumi Taniguchi glanced down at Ayumi Taniguchi body - all in order, no telltale signs of passion. "Would you like that?" "Sure, Mom," Jerry answered. He looked at Ayumi Taniguchi out of the corner of

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his eye. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchit had been some time since he'd seen his mother in a bikini, and he'd been too young before to appreciate Ayumi Taniguchi beauty. For the first time he looked at Ayumi Taniguchi as a woman and not his mother. He was slightly embarrassed at his feelings, and he tore his eyes away from the tempting display of nearly nude flesh. He hadn't seen many girls in brief bathing attire this close. He and his buddies at school occasionally sneaked up the hill and spied on the local bathing beauties at the beach ... but that was at a distance. He swallowed nervously, fixing his eyes on the ground. Unbidden, he thought of the pictures in his suitcase. An older boy had given them to him, and he hadn't dared to examine them closely in the crowded dormitory. He felt a sudden urge to run get them and take them to his bedroom to peruse them in private. He was aware of a breathlessness - a tightening in his groin that occurred when he was stimulated. "Well, Jerry? That okay? I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi've got a date later on, but we can go to the pizza place or something first." Barbara looked at Ayumi Taniguchi son anxiously. Now he was looking odd. Maybe the sun was getting him, too. All the worried mother now, all thoughts of Ayumi Taniguchi former lust erased, Barbara put out one hand and stroked Ayumi Taniguchi I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi GUESS son's forehead. Jerry jumped as if he'd been shot. "Yes, that'll be great, Mom. I'll - I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi'll just run my bags upstairs." He pulled away. "Why don't you lie down and rest for a while? You look a little pale. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi know that bus trip is murder!" Barbara smiled at Ayumi Taniguchi son. "And I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi am glad you're home early. You just startled me earlier. I wasn't expecting anyone." "The door was open, so I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi just came on in," Jerry answered. "I think I will go lie down ..." He looked at his mother, trying to appear sick. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchif Ayumi Taniguchi'll leave me alone for an hour or so, I can look at my pictures, he thought feverishly. The desire to gaze at the forbidden pictures had now reached an obsession. He licked his lips slightly and glanced at his mother again, wondering if Ayumi Taniguchi suspected anything. No, she wasn't even looking at him. Ayumi Taniguchi was staring at a damp spot beside the pool, a funny look on Ayumi Taniguchi face. He shrugged. "See ya in a while, Mom," he said, turning and running upstairs. Barbara followed him more slowly. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi guess he didn't suspect anything, Ayumi Taniguchi mused. He did look a little strange for a minute -he was staring at me ... but it was probably the heat. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi think I'll take a shower, too ... must get on with things. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi have to forget that boy - that must never happen again. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi wonder how old he is - nineteen? He looks mature for his age. As Ayumi Taniguchi remembered the most mature part of his body, Ayumi Taniguchi blushed vividly and thrust down the thought. Never again. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi'll have to be sure to keep the door locked from now on. Anyhow, now that Jerry's home for break, he won't bother me again. I'll keep so busy with Jerry I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi won't have time to think about horrible lewd things. Filled with resolution, Barbara disappeared into Ayumi Taniguchi bedroom. God! My own son will be nineteen next week! And Ayumi Taniguchie I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi was with a boy his own age! Jerry sprawled on the bed. He had closed his door and felt quite safe. His Mom never came in when the door was closed. Ayumi Taniguchi was a great believer in privacy. He spread the pictures in front of him and began to look at each one carefully. He had pulled his pants off in preparation for his jack-off session. He figured that if he came really good, it would wipe out the thoughts he'd had looking at his mother. Jerry knew how awful it was to have thoughts like that about your mother - it was a major sin. Not only that, if anyone found out they'd probably put him in a home or something. Someplace for perverted, evil boys. He shivered and resolved never to look at his mother again. He concentrated on the pictures. There were seven of them. The first was of a buxom blonde. Ayumi Taniguchi was naked except for a garter belt and black nylons, and Ayumi Taniguchi was staring at the camera with a lascivious expression on Ayumi Taniguchi face, Ayumi Taniguchi tongue protruding from Ayumi Taniguchi full lips. Jerry drew a deep breath, wondering how it would feel to kiss Ayumi Taniguchi on those full wet lips. As his eyes slowly took in the rest of the picture, his breathing quickened and his hand dropped to his penis, which was hardening against his leg. He grasped it between thumb and forefinger and began slowly stroking it. He looked at the woman's pictured breasts for a long time, his breath coming in ragged puffs as he ran his finger over the picture, imagining how those big boobs would feel under his hand. "Oh, baby," he breathed. "What a set!" He breathed harder, picturing his lips fastened on the erect nipples. Almost unwillingly, he slid his eyes farther down. The woman's legs were widespread, and Ayumi Taniguchi was holding Ayumi Taniguchi cunt open with one hand, showing the treasures inside. A thick growth of bushy curls covered Ayumi Taniguchi twat, curling along the extended lips of Ayumi Taniguchi open cunt. Jerry could just make out the ridges and convolutions of the slit. He peered closer. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchit looked wet. It almost glistened in the picture, seeming to beckon him nearer. He stroked it with a trembling finger, fantasizing that he was running his digit over a real, wet cunt. He had touched a cunt before - the gardener's daughter let the boys at school feel Ayumi Taniguchi for a dollar. But Ayumi Taniguchi didn't have one like this. Ayumi Taniguchis was sparsely furred and the slit was tiny, nothing like this fleshy abundance. Jerry could see a tiny knob of flesh at the top of the opening. He wondered if that was the thing the boy who had given him the picture had told him about. Supposedly you could just press on this nub of flesh and the girl would let you do anything you wanted. Jerry's hand moved faster on his pecker as he imagined what he would do. He put the picture aside and went on to the next. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchin this picture a young red-headed woman was sucking a guy off. The girl's body wasn't as full as the other woman's - Ayumi Taniguchi breasts were small and tilted upwards. Jerry thought they looked like ripe fruit and wished he could bite into them. Ayumi Taniguchi body was bent over, showing her luscious ass, and the contrast of Ayumi Taniguchi long red hair against the white ass made Jerry's heart stop. But the interesting thing was - Ayumi Taniguchi mouth was completely full - Ayumi Taniguchi lips distended around this enormous dick Ayumi Taniguchi was trying to swallow whole. Jerry looked at the man's genitals appreciatively and wondered if his would ever be that size. The man's root was huge. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchit sprang from a nest of dense black curls, pointing straight up, obviously fully aroused. The head and about half the shaft were buried in the red head's sucking mouth. Ayumi Taniguchi cheeks puffed out and around it, trying to accommodate the rod. One of the man's hands was caught in the girl's hair, holding Ayumi Taniguchi head steady, the other was squeezing one of Ayumi Taniguchi breasts. Ayumi Taniguchi hands were cupped under his balls, one of them disappearing under his bottom. Jerry wondered what Ayumi Taniguchi was doing, then it came to him! Ayumi Taniguchi was feeling the guy's asshole! He shivered, wondering how it would feel to have a lady sucking on his dick and fingering his shithole at the same time. His hand stroked up and down his pecker in short quick strokes, then slowed. He could feel his cum building up, and he wanted to look at the rest of the pictures before he came. He flipped to the next one, his hand keeping a steady rhythm on his penis. "Hoo, boy!" he breathed. This was the best one yet. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchin this picture a busty brunette was lying spread-eagled on the bed, Ayumi Taniguchi heavy breasts hanging to the side, Ayumi Taniguchi widespread thighs facing the camera. Above her, his dick still spurting, a man knelt. He had apparently just fucked Ayumi Taniguchi, for gobs of semen clung to Ayumi Taniguchi open vagina and dripped from the head of his softening prick. The photographer had caught the moment perfectly. The woman's face was glazed with lust, Ayumi Taniguchi nipples still turgid with passion. Ayumi Taniguchi open cunt seemed to quiver with its load of fresh sperm. Ayumi Taniguchi twat hairs were coated with the sticky stuff - it was running down Ayumi Taniguchi legs and over Ayumi Taniguchi stomach. "Wow - he must've really shot a wad," Jerry breathed. He wished it were his sperm that was dripping down the woman's outspread legs. He wondered how it felt to spurt into a cunt -to cover a woman with cum. His hand was moving furiously now. He wanted to cum - to pretend he was spurting all over the woman in the picture. "God ... fuck me, baby," he said hoarsely, squeezing at his prick as he thought a cunt would. "I'm gonna shoot all over your twat!" The lewd words coming from his mouth excited him even more and he hurriedly turned to the next picture. There were three people in this one. A woman knelt in the center, her full breasts hanging down loosely. Behind Ayumi Taniguchi, a dark man was plunging into Ayumi Taniguchi ass, his dick cleaving Ayumi Taniguchi buttocks neatly, his balls smashed against the full roundness of Ayumi Taniguchi buttocks. He was reaching under Ayumi Taniguchi with one hand, feeling Ayumi Taniguchi twat. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchin front of her another man was thrusting his turgid prick into Ayumi Taniguchi open mouth. He was holding Ayumi Taniguchi by the hair and pinching Ayumi Taniguchi breasts with his free hand. The woman seemed in an ecstatic trance, Ayumi Taniguchi mouth wide to receive the giant prick, Ayumi Taniguchi buttocks spread to accommodate the man behind Ayumi Taniguchi. Jerry couldn't decide which guy he'd rather be, the one with his prick buried in that hot asshole, or the one with his dick in the wet sucking mouth. "Wow ... shake it, baby," he murmured to the woman, feeling his pecker buried in the convulsing asshole. "Give me a ride!" He thrust wildly into his hand. He could feel his balls tightening and lifting, and knew he couldn't hold off any longer. The other pictures would have to wait. He jacked off furiously, his eyes glued to the lustful threesome, his mind whirling with the stimulus he had received. "Oh, fuck, fuck me, I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi'm cumming ... suck it baby ... I'm gonna shoot! I'm cummingggg!!" His young penis began spurting wildly, gobs of thick creamy cum jerking from the head in an endless stream, gushing through his hand, landing on the pictures, on his stomach, on the bedspread. Jerry couldn't remember ever cumming so much - it seemed like it would never end. Unbidden, a picture of his mother in Ayumi Taniguchi bikini flashed into his mind and he convulsed again, his tortured balls giving up the last burst of sperm. "Oh, oh, good!" he mumbled, turning over, rolling toward the edge of the bed. And then he saw Ayumi Taniguchi. His mother. Standing in the doorway, Ayumi Taniguchi eyes fixed on his dangling penis, a strange expression on Ayumi Taniguchi face. "Mom!" he gasped in horror. Of all the things he had imagined, he had never thought of his mom catching him jacking off. "Oh no, Mom!" He stared at Ayumi Taniguchi in abject amazement. He couldn't think what to do next. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchit was perfectly obvious what he had been doing - there was no way to hide his cum-smeared young hard-on and the assortment of pictures. Jerry wondered how long Ayumi Taniguchi had been standing there. Had she actually seen him cum? Through the embarrassment and fear that filled him, he was aware of a twinge of lust at the thought of his lovely mother watching him jack off. "It's okay, dear ... nothing to be ashamed of," Barbara said. "I'm sorry - I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi knocked, but I thought you said come in. It's perfectly normal. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi didn't realize you were growing up so fast." Barbara smiled at Ayumi Taniguchi son, hoping Ayumi Taniguchi emotions were well hidden. For what Ayumi Taniguchi felt was not motherly at all - Ayumi Taniguchi was suffused with sudden lust! Ayumi Taniguchi had knocked at the boy's door - that was true -but Ayumi Taniguchi had heard his voice crying out lewd words, accompanied by grunts and moans. Ayumi Taniguchi hadn't been able to resist opening the door quietly, driven by curiosity and something else Ayumi Taniguchi couldn't name. And Ayumi Taniguchi had seen Ayumi Taniguchi son, his hand wrapped around his prick, jerking off as he writhed on the bed, his eyes fixed on a picture he held in his other hand. Ayumi Taniguchi blushed, remembering the picture - a woman being screwed in the ass while Ayumi Taniguchi blew another guy. Part of Ayumi Taniguchi wondered how it would feel to take on two men at once - but Ayumi Taniguchi quickly squelched that thought. Ayumi Taniguchi eyes had been full of Ayumi Taniguchi son's jumping dick. Ayumi Taniguchi couldn't move - couldn't force Ayumi Taniguchiself away. As he neared completion, Ayumi Taniguchi hand had strayed inside Ayumi Taniguchi robe and found Ayumi Taniguchi cunt dripping with moisture. When he came, Ayumi Taniguchi had plunged Ayumi Taniguchi finger into Ayumi Taniguchiself, frigging her clitoris desperately. Ayumi Taniguchi hadn't had time to cum, and Ayumi Taniguchi was in a state of aroused passion, Ayumi Taniguchi body aching with lust as Ayumi Taniguchi tried to calmly reassure Ayumi Taniguchiself that masturbation was normal. Maybe that is, but what I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi'm feeling is perverted - wrong -immoral, she thought to Ayumi Taniguchiself. Screwing this afternoon was bad enough - this - this, this is a sin. No mother should think this way about Ayumi Taniguchi son. It's impossible ... I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi must be insane! Ayumi Taniguchi drew Ayumi Taniguchi robe closely around her, as if Ayumi Taniguchi could shut away Ayumi Taniguchi depraved desires. "Don't worry about it, dear. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi'll never come in your room and disturb you again. And please, don't worry. We'll forget about the whole episode. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi'm going to get dressed for supper now. Pizza okay?" Ayumi Taniguchi smiled brightly at Ayumi Taniguchi son and backed out of the room, closing the door gently behind her. Jerry still sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts in turmoil. He hadn't believed it when his mother had walked in on him. He still didn't in fact. But Ayumi Taniguchi had been real nice about it. Ayumi Taniguchi hadn't seemed too shocked or anything. Jerry blushed again. He didn't see how he could look Ayumi Taniguchi in the face again after what Ayumi Taniguchi'd seen! And if she knew that he'd been thinking about Ayumi Taniguchi when he came ... Jerry winced. Still, Ayumi Taniguchi hadn't seemed horrified. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchin fact Ayumi Taniguchi expression had reminded him of someone. He thought a minute, then his eyes lit on the first picture, the one with the big blonde, Ayumi Taniguchi face glazed with lust. He stared at the picture wondering how it could remind him of his mom as Ayumi Taniguchi had stood in the doorway, then shrugged. He'd do what Ayumi Taniguchi had suggested - forget the whole thing, pretend it had never happened. But maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get one of his buddies to spend break with him. For some reason, Jerry didn't want to be in the house alone with his mother. Not if Ayumi Taniguchi was going to keep running around in bikinis and bathrobes! Jerry clattered down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. "Okay, Mom, ready to go!" he sang out. Barbara got up slowly from the couch and smiled at Ayumi Taniguchi son. Ayumi Taniguchi was dressed in a green dress with a low neckline, and as Jerry saw the twin swell of Ayumi Taniguchi breasts, his resolve hardened. He just couldn't stay alone with Ayumi Taniguchi, not thinking the thoughts he did! I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchif Steve of Richard was here he could control himself better, could go off with them and try to ignore this sexy creature who happened to be his mother. "Hey, Mom, would it be all right if I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi called up Steve and asked him to spend break with me? He didn't have anywhere to go. He's still at school. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi told him I'd ask you and he could come up later if it was okay with you. He'll be finished with exams by tomorrow." "Sure, hon," Barbara answered, aware of a pang of disappointment at not having Ayumi Taniguchi son to Ayumi Taniguchiself. "Call him right away ... tell him I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi'd be glad to have him visit. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi know you boys don't want to be around us old folks all the time!" Ayumi Taniguchi smiled at him lovingly, wishing Ayumi Taniguchi could see him without visualizing his young pecker spurting his hot, tasty- looking cream. "Oh, it's not that, Mom! You're sure not old. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi mean, it's just that I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi promised Steve ... that is, he's all alone at school." Jerry floundered in explanation, hoping he hadn't hurt his mother by intimating that he didn't want to be around Ayumi Taniguchi. "I understand, Jerry. Why don't you call him now, and then we'll go out for supper. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi have a date with Mr. Greenway tonight. Will you be all right by yourself? I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi didn't know you were coming home, or I'd surely stay. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi can break the date if you'd rather have me stay." "Oh no. I,Ayumi Taniguchi,Ayumi Sakurai,Ayumi Taniguchi mean ... I'll be fine. Got some reading to do -wouldn't be good company anyhow," Jerry stuttered, completely unnerved by the prospect of his mother remaining home. "I guess so. You're a big boy now, after all," Barbara looked at Ayumi Taniguchi son, and they both flushed and looked away as they remembered what a big boy he was. No, not a boy. He was almost a man now. Why did this thought hurt? Her own age? Life slipping away from Ayumi Taniguchi. Was this why Ayumi Taniguchi peddled that damned bicycle mile after tortuous mile? To somehow, some way, hold on to Ayumi Taniguchi youth? Ayumi Taniguchi looked at Ayumi Taniguchi legs. They were tanned and muscular. "Bike freak," Ayumi Taniguchi said to Ayumi Taniguchiself, using the same intonation that young Jim had that day at the motel. But what could the damned bike do when Ayumi Taniguchi chin began to sag, or the crow's feet began to spider around Ayumi Taniguchi eyes? When would that be, five years, six years? What would Ayumi Taniguchi end up, a little old gray-haired lady with a trim, tight body that didn't match her false teeth? Ayumi Taniguchi had read an advertisement in today's newspaper. A plastic surgeon saying he understood, the dilemma of the "aging woman." Eyelid- lifts, chin lifts, brow-creases eliminated. No. Ayumi Taniguchi wasn't to that yet. But how long would a lousy two-hundred dollar bicycle keep Ayumi Taniguchi young? Not long. Not long ... --