Mother Eager Beaver

CHAPTER FOUR

Barbara awoke with a sudden start. She yawned and glanced at her watch, then she smiled as she remembered the hardness of her son's little cock. It'd been such a beautiful dream, a dream so real it was almost as if it'd actually happened. She turned to her side, then her heart pounded wildly. Her naked son was lying beside her.

''Oh, my God!" she gasped, his youthful nakedness bringing her back to reality. It was no dream. Every moment of sinful bliss had been the real thing. "I've seduced my son. In my moments of sinful lust I compelled my baby to fuck me. What'll he think of me? What I'll do?"

She looked at her watch again. It was six o'clock. The rest of her children would be awake in a little while. John must be in his own bed before the others realized what had happened.

She frantically shook his sleeping body, then his eyes fluttered open.

"Morning, Mama," he muttered as he slipped his arm around her naked waist. "I'm glad I slept with you, aren't you?"

"Yes, darling," she groaned in despair. "But you've got to go to your bed before the others awake. You'd better put on your shorts and leave." "Why, Mama?" he asked sleepily, then snuggled up to her naked warmness. "You weren't worried about them last night."

"I wasn't worried about anything last night, but I was crazy with lust," she shook with fear. "Get your shorts on and go to your room. No one must • find out what we've done. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, I understand," he groaned as he climbed out of bed and slipped on his shorts, then he walked over to her door and opened it, "but I enjoyed what we did, Mama."

"I enjoyed it too, darling," she answered, knowing it must never happen again, "but we must never tel! anyone about things we did."

"I understand," he winked at her in a childish way. "I'd never be that stupid."

He smiled at her as he closed the door, then he was gone.

Barbara thought about her husband and the happiness she'd found with him. She hadn't fucked anyone except Tom since their marriage, not till last night. She never desired to fuck anyone else till he started working some at night. She wouldn't have desired it even then if he hadn't left her pussy dripping with passion night after night. This whole goddamned thing was Tom's fault and she knew it, yet fucking her son was inexcusable. If she'd fucked some stranger it would've been a different matter; she could've at least forgiven herself.

She shivered as she thought about facing Tom when he came in from work. One look at her and he'd know what she'd done. She sat on the edge of the bed, then dropped her face into her hands. She began to whimper a little, then the whimpering became jerking sobs. In a few moments she was crying uncontrollably and her hands were filling with tears. What would she do if Tom saw the guilt on her face? How would he react when he realized she'd fucked John? Her marriage would be through! So would her happiness! So would her life! Yes! She'd rather die than let him find out what she'd done. She'd die anyway if he found out.

She walked over to the dresser drawer where Tom kept his pistol, then opened it slowly. She reached inside and withdrew the.38 special, then held it in her hands. She studied it through blurry eyes. Her dream had suddenly become a nightmare, a nightmare which must end her life. She cocked it and held it to her head, pressing the end of the barrel to her temple. She closed her eyes, her finger tightening upon the trigger. In a few moments there'd be no need for forgiveness; her life would be over and it'd be as though she never existed.

The slamming of the front door brought back her senses. She tossed the pistol back into the drawer and slammed it shut, then ran to the bed as tears streamed down her face. She fell onto the covers, her body jerking with the shame she felt.

Her tears flowed freely to the pillow as Tom walked into the room.

He took one look at her jerking nakedness, then walked to the bed and sat beside his beautiful wife. She'd been crying all the goddamned night because of him and his stupidity. He never should've walked out when she needed him so badly.

"My God, darling! What've I done to you?" he groaned, placing his hands on her naked shoulders and kneading tenderly. "I didn't realize I was leaving you in such a predicament. Jesus, I'm sorry! Please, forgive me! I didn't know you were going to lie here and cry all night. Hell, I thought you were joking when you said you needed me."

Her body jerked even more beneath his caressing hands. Her concerned husband thought she was crying because he'd left her last night. The poor thing couldn't know why her heart was breaking. He was trying to place the blame on himself. It was true that he'd made her need a cock, but he hadn't twisted her arm and forced her to fuck John. She turned over and looked at him through tear filled eyes, knowing he would see the shame and guilt on her face.

His hands rested on her breasts as she settled beneath him, then his fingers twirled her nipples between them. He felt her pull away from him, then he looked into her face. He didn't see shame nor guilt on her beautiful face; he only saw the hurt she felt. He couldn't blame her for pulling away; he'd hurt her terribly.

"I-I-I wasn't joking, Tom," her voice jerked. "I needed you! You're responsible for everything that happened to me."

"I know, and I'm really sorry about that," he apologized. "I just wish you hadn't been alone all night, especially since you were crying your heart out for me."

Her face looked so innocent and pure to him. His wife was the most virtuous woman in the whole goddamned world.

Tears continued to flow from her eyes as she began to feel sorry for him. She was the guilty one and he was being punished. She couldn't tell him about John. If he couldn't see the guilt written all over her face it wasn't her fault. She wished she could be alone for awhile; she needed to think about what had happened to her and what she was doing to Tom.

"I don't want to hurt you any more than I have," he said, looking deep into her watery eyes. "I know I promised to fuck you this morning, but how the hell could I know one of the machines would break down. I've got to go back to the plant."

Did she hear him right? Was her prayer being answered? Would she have the time she needed to think things through? She didn't say anything; she only looked at him wonderingly.

"I'm sorry, darling. I know how much you wanted me to fuck you but I can't do it. I have to be at the plant within the hour." He apologized, taking her hands in his. "I'm the only one capable of repairing the machine. It's ironic that this happened when you need me the very most."

"Will you have time to eat breakfast?" she looked at him wonderingly.

"I'm afraid not, darling," he smiled down at her. "I'm holding everything up by being here right now. I need to get back at once."

"Wake the children for me," she said as she managed to sit on the edge of the bed. "Ill get their breakfast ready for them."

"You're not mad at me for leaving, are you?" he asked, dragging his finger tenderly between her puckered pussylips. "I can't help this."

"No! I'm not mad," she tried to sound calm, relieved she wouldn't have to face him for a few more hours. "I realize you have a job to do."

"I'm glad you understand," he smiled at her again. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

She got up and slipped on her robe while he woke the children, then she walked into the kitchen to start their breakfast. Tom walked into the kitchen and kissed her goodbye, then slipped out the door and went back to the plant.

"Children, I'd like to be alone this morning," Barbara suggested as they finished eating. "I wonder if there's any place you could go?"

"Sure, Mom," Mike answered. "I'd like to go to the library for awhile."

"And I need to do some research," Judy smiled. "I can go along with Mike."

"I don't have anything to do," Martha frowned. "I guess I play with Joe and Sally."

John didn't say anything. He figured his mother wanted to be alone because of what happened last night. However, he couldn't understand why.

"What about you, John," she asked sweetly. "Can you find anything to do?"

"He can go with me," Martha suggested. "Four can play better than three."

"Yeah!" John muttered, knowing he wouldn't stay at the neighbor's house very long. "I'll go along with Martha,"

In a few moments the children left, then Barbara felt nothing but loneliness in her heart. The house was quiet, almost too quiet. She walked back into the bedroom and slipped off her robe, then tossed it to the bed. She walked to the dresser and looked at herself in the mirror. She had a damned good figure but it was just a little too old for her son. What the goddamned hell was she thinking last night? What had she allowed herself to 'become? Why had she seduced her son? Had she really needed a cock so badly? Couldn't she have waited for her husband to come home?

She modeled her nude body before the mirror, turning from one side to the other, then she spotted the shadowy figure in the doorway. Her heart sank; someone was watching her,

"You're beautiful, Mama," he sighed, gazing wantingly at her lovely nakedness, "You're even prettier than you were last night,"

"John!" she gasped, relieved it wasn’t one of the older children staring at her naked body. "You startled me! I thought you were with Martha,"

"I was, but I got tired of their childish games," he smiled at her. "I like our games much better."

"What're you talking about?" she asked, then shivered a little. "Our games ended when I awoke this morning. You must forget about last night."

"I don't want to forget about last night," he smiled as he walked over and cuddled her breasts in his hands, then when he teased at her nipples with his fingertips, they hardened instantly. "You like it too, Mama. Your nipples are getting hard, just like they did last night."

"No, darling! Forget about last night," she groaned, her cunt beginning to tingle with that desperate urge. "Your mama was out of her mind last night."

"That may be true, but you enjoyed every bit of it-I could tell," he smiled as one of his hands eased between her thighs to tease at her pussymound, then his index finger found its way inside her gash to caress at her hardening clitoris. "Everything is just as it was last night."

"No! It can't be!" she groaned, her pussy starting to push at his finger. "Last night was a dreadful mistake."

"Then it was a very beautiful mistake," he moaned, slowly escorting her to the bed, then his mother fell gently to the covers as her legs opened for him. The tip of his finger found its way inside her vagina, then he thrust it deep into her quivering sheath. "I need you, Mama. I need your pussy just as you needed my cock last night. Please, let me have it."

"This can't be happening-, not again," a moan escaped her lips, yet her asscheeks began to undulate in a sinful fashion. "We can't allow this to happen, John. It's wrong! Oh, my God… aaahhh! Jeez! Don't do this to me… it's unforgivable!"

"But it feels good; you've got to admit that," he smiled, then his wanting young lips brushed back and forth across her pert nipples,, making them swell with anticipation. "You're enjoying this even though you say it's wrong, I can tell you want me to play with you. You really want to do everything we did last night."

She realized he was right. She wanted him even more than she did last night. Warm pussy juices oozed from her trembling depths to find its way into the valley of her churning asscheeks. She wished she'd never yielded to her desperate need last night. She was ready to blow her brains out for seducing John, but Tom had come home just in the nick of time. Maybe it would've been better if Tom hadn't come home. Maybe it would've been better if she'd pulled the trigger and taken her life. However, that would've been a greater sin than what she was doing right now. What the hell would her children do without her. Two of them were almost too young to make it in this world alone. She shivered as she thought about her children trying to struggle through life without her. She suddenly knew she'd never try to pull a fool stunt like taking her own life again, yet what the hell would she do about the desires she'd embedded in John's young mind? The same desires she'd let creep into her own mind? What would she do about the two of them?

It was too late to stop what had happened between them. She couldn't go back and change the outcome of last night's sensual demands. She'd just have to accept things as they are and try to live with them. She knew her legs would be opened to her young son's desires everytime he needed her. She also knew her desires would be greater than his most of the time. The only thing she and John could do at this point is to be very careful about when their needs overtook them-they just couldn't allow anyone to catch them in such a compromising situation. No one would understand this. Hell, they didn't exactly understand it themselves.

"Mummm Hummmm," she purred as he thrust another finger into her pussy and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. "That's it, darling! You know what your mama wants, don't you?"

"I knew you liked it, Mama," he smiled, letting her tittie slurp from his mouth. "I'm going to make it feel even better to you. I'm going to do the same thing you did last night."

His tender lips slid across her naked abdomen to her belly, then she knew what he meant. He was going to eat out her slushy pussy. She trembled with anticipation as the tip of his exploring tongue teased delightfully through the red curls of her cunt hair, then she felt it slide into the top of her puffy slot. Her legs opened wider as her red-haired crevice parted slightly before his eyes, then she pushed it upward, seeking the ecstatic sensations she hoped he could accomplish.

John stared wonderingly at the crease of her pussy for a moment. He'd never seen the inside of a pussy; this was going to be a delightful experience for him.

His little hands moved to her protruding mound, then his fingers tugged at her parted cleft, opening her puffy lips wide as possible. The delicate tissues of her labia seemed red and swollen, glistening with slippery fluids of desire, then he saw that wonderful little hole at the bottom of her pussy contract crazily. This was the mystery which he'd discovered last night-the place a cock goes when you fuck. He winked back at it, then stared at her swollen clit. God, it was big and puffy; it'd surely burst wide open if it got any harder.

Where should he start? There were so many places he could put his tongue, but where would it feel best to his mother? Oh, well, he had to start someplace and that delicate labia looked good to him.

He lowered his mouth, letting his tongue explore tenderly across the soft, glistening, swollen membranes of her open vulva, sampling the sweet deliciousness of his mother's sex. He felt her quiver a little, then he pulled her pussyflesh into his mouth.

"Mm… baby… aaahhh!" she whimpered delightfully as he sucked her tender flesh deeper into his throat. "Suuccckkkk my pussy! Eat it out! Make it feel good… pleaseeee!" Her open mound began to fuck at the lower part of his young face as his tongue explored deeper and deeper. The tip of his tongue finally circled that mysterious little fuck hole, making it tremble delightfully, then he could stand it no longer. He pushed his tongue into her contracting depths and lapped her oozing juices with heated desire, then worked his tongue back and forth inside her, caressing her vagina walls with a jabbing motion. "Ooohhh… Godddd… sugar!" she writhed beneath his thrusting tongue, her cunt beginning to spasm a little. A delightful orgasm began to grip at her quivering tissues, then she wished he'd take her clit between his soft lips and push her over the brink of ecstasy. "Lick my knob… darling… pleaseeee! Suck my clit! Make it feel good!"

He sucked at her fuck hole for a moment longer, wondering what his mother really wanted him to do. The only knob he remembered seeing was just inside the top of her slippery crease. That must surely be the knob she was referring to.

His tongue slipped from her contracting vagina and made its way over her labia to that puffy knob. God, it seemed so big beneath his tongue. It was much larger than it'd been a few moments ago.

He caressed it very gently, afraid it would split open with passion if he put too much pressure.

"Sweet Jesus…that's gooooood!" she squealed, her pussy churning frantically upward. "Lick it… baby! That's it… darling! Oooooo… yesssss… that's the way! Lick it goooood! Make it feel good! Suck on it… pleaseeee! Suuccckkk it… sweetie!"

John took her sensitive clit between his lips, letting his tongue lash tenderly at the small opening of its puffy sheath. Her body began to rock in orgasm beneath his attentive mouth, then he felt her hands at the back of his head, pulling his lips hard against her.

"That's it… baby! Ooohhh… My Godddd…that's itttt!" she gurgled in ecstasy, her body writhing delightfully as warm pussy cum bubbled from her seething depths and oozed into the crack of her ass to slither across her contracting anus. "You're doing it… lover! You're making me cummmm! Aaaggghhh! Jeeeezzzz… I'mcuummmmminnnngggg! You're doing it right… just don't stop succckkkinnnggg meeee! Dont ever stop! Ssuucckk meee… forever… pleaseeee!"

In a few moments his mother was trembling instead of writhing. Her orgasm was at its end but that sweet pussy cum continued to ooze from her pussylips. John let her clit slip from his lips, then he lapped thirstily at her cum-filled membranes, swallowing her delicious juices into his stomach.

"Mmmmm… my little lover… you were wonderful! That beautiful little tongue feels good to my pussy," she sighed, her open membranes quivering at the touch of his tongue. "Lap up your mama's cum! Don't spill a drop! Get it all!"

John sucked at the open crevice of her juicy cunt, then his tongue slithered into the crack of her ass. He wanted every drop of his mother's tasty goo.

"Ooohhh… Baby!" she squealed as the tip of his tongue brushed her pucker. "That tickles! It felt sort of… well… good! If you do that again I'll make you put your tongue in my ass."

He looked up at her and smiled, then he opened her asscheeks with his fingers. He looked at her delightfully contracting asshole. Hell, he'd love to push his tongue into that pretty little aperture, then he began to wonder if his tongue would fit. He lowered his lips slowly, then he kissed softly at his mother's pucker in a teasing way, almost as if he were daring her to make him eat out her asshole.

"Aaahhh… jeeezzz… dont do that… darling!" she begged as she brought her knees to her titties, thrusting her ass high into the air for him. "It…it feels too good! It makes me want to do crazy things!"

The tip of his tongue teased at her tight contracting pucker, then he pushed it into her entrance and let it flutter wantingly. He felt her asshole dilate with desire, then he shoved his tongue far as possible. Her anus softened as he thrust deep into the fullness of her swollen wrinkles. He fastened his lips to her tenderness and sucked hotly as his tongue plunged back and forth into the grasping depths of her rectum sheath.

"Dont… please! Don't do this to me! Dont do it to us!" she continued to plead, yet her asshole was opening passionately for his driving tongue. "It makes me want to… oh… God… this is absolutely crazy!"

"It makes you want to do what?" he smiled at her when his tongue had slipped from her wanting anus. "Does it make you want to feel my cock in your ass?"

"Yessss… ooohhh… yessss!" she trembled as she turned to her stomach and raised her ass high into the air for him. "But how did you know what I wanted?"

"I know all about your desires, remember?" he moaned as he crawled between her parted creamy thighs, then worked his fleshy little cockhead back and forth across her tender asshole. "Maybe I hoped you'd want me to fuck you in the ass."

"Do you want to, darling?" she asked hopefully. "Do you really want to fuck me in the ass?"

"Your asshole looks almost good as your pussy," he groaned when he felt her pucker nibbling at his pisshole. "I'd love to stick my cock in it."

She opened her legs wider and pushed back to him, then raised her ass a little higher.

"Push your cock into me, baby," she cooed sweetly, then nestled back to him. "I want to feel it inside my asshole."

John pushed at her as his hands found her rotating hips, then his engorged knob slipped into her tight entrance.

"Ooohhh… Godddd!" she squealed as his shaft slid all the way into her. "Work it back and forth! That's it… move it around! Keep doing that! Move around some more! Ooohhh… that's wonderful!"