Mother Eager Beaver

CHAPTER THREE

Barbara's tongue trembled as it slithered from between her wanting lips, then it barely touched upon the warmth of her son's engorged cockhead. Her body quivered as she looked up into his innocent eyes, the tip of her tongue teasing in a circular fashion around his purplish little rim. He sighed, then she saw his eyes close as he thrust forward so she could have her way with his young hardness.

She cuddled his tight nut-sac in her hands as the tip of her tongue pushed against his slitted pisshole, then her mouth watered as her lips parted to cover half of his delightful crown. She sucked at his small hole with passion as her fingers tickled at his young balls, then she fondled them tenderly in their tight pouch. Her wet tongue slid beneath the rim of his knob and fluttered on his little cord of desire as her hands left bis balls and eased around his hips to his backside. She felt him shiver as her hands cupped his youthful asscheeks, then he began to tremble as her fingertips eased into the valley of his half-moons to tease at his puckered asshole.

His wrinkled little pucker nibbled at her intruding fingertips, then she felt his knob jerk delightfully between her pursed lips. The tingling fire in her belly suddenly became a flaming inferno. Her desperate pussy was itching and throbbing for some kind of attention. Her swollen membranes had never been so slushy with juices of passion, and she was getting wetter with each contraction of her cuntal sheath.

One of her hands slid between her creamy thighs, then she squeezed at the fullness of her soft pussymound. Her red cunt hair was damp, almost matted together with stickiness. The tip of her forefinger eased into the top of her slippery gash to tease at her swollen clitoris, then it slid into the warmness of her puffy vulva to tease at the mouth of her wanting vagina. It circled her contracting entrance a few times, then she shoved it deep into her quivering sheath.

The demon in her feverish body closed a forbidden door in her foggy mind, making this moment of bliss seem clean and wholesome. It was suddenly right to be with her son like this. It no longer mattered they were mother, and son and it no longer mattered he was only eighteen. His little cock was extremely hard and that.was the important thing-his cock was exactly what she needed.

A gurgling groan escaped his lips as her other hand worked his hips in a circular motion, driving his cockshaft in and out of her sucking channel, then her fingers tickled more sensually at his tender asshole. When she felt his wrinkled pucker dilate with desire she shoved a finger into his young rectum.

Her hot mouth was a demanding thing on his hard cock as she sucked with a passion she'd never known. She felt his shaft stiffen to the utmost, then it began to jerk crazily between her lips. If he'd been four years older she'd have been swallowing his cum into her stomach. She wished her son could cum in her mouth; she'd like to feel gooey semen erupting from that delightful little slit at the tip of his young cock. She felt as if she could drink his piss right now and feel no regrets.

Her asscheeks began to churn a little as she frigged herself with her thrusting finger. Oh, God! She'd give anything for a good climax. She was getting very close but not quite close enough. Something just had to push her over the cliffs of ecstasy, but it sure as hell wouldn't be her finger. If she couldn't release herself soon she'd lose her goddamned mind.

John watched her for a moment, then he began to feel sorry for her. He knew she needed something but he wasn't old enough to understand the needs of an older woman. He somehow had to please his mother. Maybe if he played with her pussy it would feel good to her. He knew her hands had felt good on him.

John was a young boy but he was old enough to know his mother needed more than her finger. He pushed her gently away from him, forcing his hard cock to slurp from her sucking mouth. When she looked longingly up at him, her eyes sparkling with a lust he wasn't quite familiar with, he was smart enough to realize she needed a real man. He wasn't a real man but he would surely try to be one. John may be young but he wasn't exactly stupid.

He held his hands out to her, then he lifted her to her feet. He led her to the bed and gave a childish gesture, letting her know he was there for her.

Barbara watched her son motion toward Hie bed, then her body trembled a little as she realized he wanted to become the aggressive one. She crawled into bed and flopped onto her back, not knowing what to expect from an inexperienced youngster. Would he want to kiss her naked body? Would he want to play with her private parts? Maybe he even had intentions of thrusting his young finger into her vagina. Jeez! What if he wanted to fuck her? Would she allow him to go that far?

Her cuntal sheath suddenly quivered at the thought of his little cock sliding back and forth inside her, then she realized anything he wanted to do would be all right with her. Her vision blurred as she looked up at him and tried to smile. Tears filled her eyes as she realized she'd lost all control of herself. She could stop what was happening to her right now no more than she could stop breathing.

John just stood there and looked at his naked mother. Her body began to tremble again as her eyes sparkled with tears, yet her eyes seemed to be dancing and glistening with sinful delight. He hoped she wasn't about to cry.

"Don't cry again, Mama," he pleaded, then he sat beside her and took one of her hands in his. "I like to see you happy."

"I am happy, darling. I've never been happier in my -whole life," she squeezed his hands gently. "I just don't want to feel as if I've forced you to do something we'll both jregret. I shouldn't have allowed this to start in the first place and now I can't seem to do anything to stop it."

"Do you want it to stop?" he asked wonderingly. "I wanted to look at you some more." _;

The trembling in his voice suggested he wanted to do a lot more than just look. Barbara smiled at her young son as his voice caused a tremor in her burning pussy. She yearned to feel his hands on her body. It was too late to deny she needed him; she only hoped she could control her emotions. What was he waiting for? Why wouldn't he reach out to her? She suddenly wondered if he lacked the courage to touch her, then she remembered his ' very young age. The poor little fellow was too young to realize what he should do. The female body was still a mystery to him. Hell, he didn't know how to begin the delightful sensations of foreplay. He needed a little encouragement from her.

"I don't really want to stop, darling," she cooed sweetly as her other hand moved to his face, then one of her fingers tenderly outlined his pouting lips. "I want to feel your hands all over me."

She saw him swallow hard, then she knew for a fact he wanted to do more than just look.

"I think I want you to kiss me first," she suggested. "Then I'll show you what I want you to do."

He smiled joyfully as he stooped over and kissed her on the cheek. His mother understood his plight; she'd gladly show him how to play with her body.

"No! I don't want you to kiss me like that," she purred sinfully, then she cupped his little face with her hands and pulled his lips slowly toward her own. "I want you to kiss me like this."

Her lips brushed his as both of them shivered, then the tender kiss of passion turned into something hot and sensual. His young tongue jabbed hotly into her sucking mouth and probed deeply, searching the mysteries of his mother's warm, wet, quivering channel. She sucked wantingly at his delightful tongue as she pulled it deeper and deeper into her throat, then they were no longer mother and son-they were lovers lost in a sensual passion of their very own.

Barbara's breath was hot on her son's lips as she felt him pushing her deeper and deeper into oblivion. She reached for his hands, tugging them to her heaving breasts. She placed them upon her naked flesh, shivering as he kneaded them tenderly. He was so young and awkward, yet he was so gentle with her. It was almost as if he were afraid he was going to hurt her in some way. She worked his fingertips back and forth across her nipples, then she began to groan with desperate need.

John felt her nipples harden beneath his fingers, then he began to caress them of his own accord.

"Your titties are getting hard like my cock," he whispered between her passionate lips, "Are they dancing and glistening with sinful delight. He hoped she wasn't about to cry.

"Don't cry again, Mama," he pleaded, then he sat beside her and took one of her hands in his. "I like to see you happy."

"I am happy, darling, I've never been happier in my -whole life," she squeezed his hands gently. "I just don't want to feel as if I've forced you to do something we'll both regret. I shouldn't have allowed this to start in the first place and now 1 can't seem to do anything to stop it."

"Do you want it to stop?" he asked wonderingly. "I wanted to look at you some more."

The trembling in his voice suggested he wanted to do a lot more than just look. Barbara smiled at her young son as his voice caused a tremor in her burning pussy. She yearned to feel his hands on her body. It was too late to deny she needed him; she only hoped she could control her emotions. What was he waiting for? Why wouldn't he reach out to her? She suddenly wondered if he lacked the courage to touch her, then she remembered his very young age. The poor little fellow was too young to realize what he should do. The female body was still a mystery to him. Hell, he didn't know how to begin the delightful sensations of foreplay. He needed a little encouragement from her.

"I don't really want to stop, darling," she cooed sweetly as her other hand moved to his face, then one of her fingers tenderly outlined his pouting lips. "I want to feel your hands all over me."

She saw him swallow hard, then she knew for a fact he wanted to do more than just look.

"I think I want you to kiss me first," she suggested. "Then I’ll show you what I want you to do."

He smiled joyfully as he stooped over and kissed her on the cheek. His mother understood his plight; she'd gladly show him how to play with her body.

"No! I don't want you to kiss me like that," she purred sinfully, then she cupped his little face with her hands and pulled his lips slowly toward her own. "I want you to kiss me like this."

Her lips brushed his as both of them shivered, then the tender kiss of passion turned into something hot and sensual. His young tongue jabbed hotly into her sucking mouth and probed deeply, searching the mysteries of his mother's warm, wet, quivering channel. She sucked wantingly at his delightful tongue as she pulled it deeper and deeper into her throat, then they were no longer mother and son they were lovers lost in a sensual passion of their very own.

Barbara's breath was hot on her son's lips as she felt him pushing her deeper and deeper into oblivion. She reached for his hands, tugging them to her heaving breasts. She placed them upon her naked flesh, shivering as he kneaded them tenderly. He was so young and awkward, yet he was so gentle with her. It was almost as if he were afraid he was going to hurt her in some way. She worked his fingertips back and forth across her nipples, then she began to groan with desperate need.

John felt her nipples harden beneath his fingers, then he began to caress them of his own accord.

"Your titties are getting hard like my cock," he whispered between her passionate lips. "Are they supposed to do that?”

"My titties aren't getting hard. Those are my nipples," she giggled sinfully. "They get hard when I'm really enjoying myself, and it feels even better when someone pinches on them gently and rolls them between their fingertips."

"Like this, Mama?" he asked as he rolled her hardened nubs between the flesh of his fingers.

"Ooohhh, Godddd, yessss!" she gurgled deeply as the delightful tingling in her breasts shot through her body to the area of her seething snatch. "Exactly like that!"

He continued to roll her delightful nipples between his fingers as her breathing got shorter and faster, then he noticed she was gasping for breath. It excited the hell out of him to know his fingers were giving her so much pleasure. He pinched at them a little harder, then his mother's body began to tremble and quiver as erotic groans escaped her pouting lips.

"You're beautiful, Mama," he whispered as he lowered his head to her chest, then his tender lips found one of her nipples. He sucked it into the warm wetness of his mouth as his tongue lashed back and forth across it, making it harden to the very utmost.

She thrust her heaving tittie up at his searching mouth as her asscheeks began to undulate upon the covers. She grasped one of his hands and pushed it frantically over the silky smoothness of her naked belly to her slightly churning red-haired pussymound, then she forced his gentle fingers around the puffy fullness of her frothing triangle. His young heart pounded in his chest as he felt her pussy push wantingly into the palm of his hand. Oh, God! What should he do? He'd never felt: a pussy before. He squeezed gently at his mother's mound, wondering if he were putting too much pressure on her delicate looking pussy. The inside of her reddened labia had looked so sensitive and ' tender while she was playing with herself, yet she'd frantically rammed her finger in and out of herself with force. He wished he were more experienced; he'd love to put his finger inside her raw gash but he surely didn't want to hurt her.

"You won't hurt me, darling," she gurgled as she looked into his wondering eyes, almost as if she were reading his mind. "Ease your finger into my pussy… please! I need to feel your finger inside me."

One of his young fingers very awkwardly slid beneath the pouting lips of her pussymound and explored the swollen membranes of that slushy labia. The tip of his fleshy little finger worked back and forth across the seething mouth of her vaginal sheath, then he felt it nibbling at him. He teased mysteriously at it, not knowing he should thrust his finger any deeper.

"Jeez! Your pussy's so slippery, Mama," he smiled at her as he felt her push up and down at his hand. "It's even wetter than before; that means you're enjoying it more, doesn't it?"

"Yesss… ooohhh… yessss! I'm enjoying it a lot more," she groaned desperately as her pussy thrust hotly up at him. "Push your finger all the way into me… please! Make it feel even better."

"But, Mama," he protested a little, "my finger's far as it'll go."

"No, darling! It'll go deeper," she moaned as her cuntal juices ran into the crack of her asscheeks.

"Push your finger deeper… pleaseeee! Ooohhh… Pleaseeee!"

John frowned a little as he pushed his finger downward, then smiled as his finger slid into the contracting entrance of her hot tunnel. His finger was actually going deeper into her pussy and it seemed to be getting hotter to him. His smile got broader as a certain mystery opened up for him. He'd always wondered how a man could get his huge cock inside a woman's small pussy; he now knew it must enter that contracting, delightful sheath. He wished he could fuck; he'd love to put his cock in a sheath like his mother's.

"Mama, can I put my… my cock between your legs again," he asked hopefully, wanting to get his hard cock close as possible to her beautiful red-haired pussy. "I like to feel it sliding between your legs."

He smiled down at her as he crawled onto her naked body, then pushed his hardness between her creamy thighs, letting his shaft slide against the crease of her slippery pussy as he pushed deep into the valley of her warmth. He had purposely eased his cockshaft between her thighs at a higher point so it would put pressure on her delicate slit when he moved back and forth. He wanted to put his cock inside a pussy, and if he could catch his mother off guard he'd have his cock inside her before she could stop him. It may seem like a dirty scheme and she may beat the hell out of him for it, but if he could fuck her it'd be worth it.

Barbara suddenly came to her senses as she felt her son's small cock easing up and down the slippery crease of her pussy mound. The demon had left her body. He'd left her to fight it out alone, but he'd left at a time her son's cock was feeling the very best to her. His hard shaft was actually inside her slit, sliding up and down against her slushy labia while his hairless young pubis pounded into her swollen clitoris.

Oh, my God! My son's cock is almost inside my vagina. She tried to reason with herself. What the hell am I doing? Why have I allowed this? How can I keep him from fucking me? John, my own son! This is a terrible act of incest! Sweet Jesus, I’m letting my son's cock tease at my pussy.

She grasped his shoulders and pushed him upward but it only forced his engorged crown deeper into her wanting vulva. His knob was now teasing at the entrance to her vagina. Her cuntal sheath contracted with passion, then more sticky juices flowed into the valley of her asscheeks. She couldn't allow this to happen; it was unforgivable. What would people think of a thirty-four-year-old woman letting her young son fuck her? Her mind suddenly went blank again as her legs began to part beneath him. His thrusting little cock was just too sensual to ignore. She needed a cock in her pussy and she couldn't deny that fact. No one would have to know she'd fucked her own son. Her door was locked. No one would know what happened between them. Besides, she didn't care if the whole goddamned world knew about her and John; it was all Tom's fault anyway. He shouldn't have made her need a cock so badly.

She felt John's little crown penetrate the entrance of her frothing sheath, then her legs surrounded his asscheeks as her legs opened wide. She locked her feet together, then she pulled him into her hot depths, forcing his tight nut-sac to push into her gaping labia,

"No! Oh, my God! John, what are you doing to me?" she gasped feebly as his pubis caressed her bursting clit, making her cunt quiver with forbidden lust. It'd kill her if his prick should slip from her hot tunnel; she'd never allow it to do that. She tightened her legs around his little ass, then her cunny grasped his cock in its slippery clutches. Her asscheeks began to undulate beneath him as her cuntal sheath gripped his hardness in sudden orgasm. "Aaahhh! Jeeeezzzz! Are you trying to fuck your mama?"

"Am I doing it right, Mama?" he groaned as he felt her hot pussy suck madly at his little shaft. "Does my cock feel good to you?"

"Yesss! It… it feels so good." She gurgled as her orgasm grew in intensity. "But move it around a little… pleaseeee! Slide it back and forth inside me. Aaahhh, yesssss! That's it! Godddd, that's itttt! Move it faster, darling! Faster!"

John's hard little cock began to ram into her spasming sheath with force as she writhed delightfully beneath him. The harder he pounded into her the more she seemed to enjoy it. Sweat popped out on his forehead as he slammed into her for all he was worth, driving his cock in and out of her like a miniature pile driver.

"Mmmm… honey… I'm going to CUM! Your little cock's driving me up the wall. Fuck me harder… make me cum… pleaseeee!" she begged as her body began to quake in an ecstasy she'd never known, then love juices started bubbling from her frothing pussylips like a small overflowing well of passion. "Aaaggghhh! Fuuccckkk meeee… sugar! I'm cuuummminnnggg! Oooooohhhhhh… My Godddddd… I'm cuummminnnngggg all over you! Jeeeezzzzz…it feeeelllls sooooo goooood! I can't help it! Aaaahhhh…Sweet Jesus… Oooooo!"

"Ssssshhh, Mama!" he tried to quieten her down a little. "You may wake the others."

"I dont care!Oh, My God, I don't seem to care about anything but your beautiful little cock," she squealed in sinful pleasure. "I dont care if the whole World wakens; this is the best fuck I ever had."

John finally covered her lips with his own. He had to muffle her sounds. His young tongue slithered into her passionate mouth as she continued to spend herself in the most delightful orgasm of her life. She pulled his tongue into her contracting chute, then she sucked on it as if she were sucking his cock. He groaned as he felt his cock jerk a few times, then he felt his mother relax beneath him. Her orgasm was over and his little balls were covered with the slippery aftermath of her ecstatic spasms. There was nothing left but delightful moans and groans of satisfaction from his mother's lips. Her cuntal sheath had stopped gripping at his hardness but he could feel it quivering in the last throes of beautiful ecstasy.

"Don't get up, darling," she whispered hotly in his ear as she pulled him closer to her. "Leave your cock inside me for a little while."

He relaxed on the smooth softness of his mother's naked body as his head nestled between her full breasts. He was more comfortable than he'd ever been. Hell, he'd stay like this all night if she wanted him to.

"Let's stay like this all night, Mama," he suggested sweetly. "I like this."

She smiled as they snuggled closer. Neither of them had any intentions of changing their present position.