Mother Eager Beaver

CHAPTER FIVE

The game of hide and seek was almost over. If Martha could only find John she'd have it made. She'd found Joe and Sally rather fast, now if she could find her brother she could hide and let someone find her. She'd looked everywhere possible but she couldn't find him. Joe and Sally snickered at each other while she continued to search.

"Do you two know something I don't?" she asked as she passed by them again. "I've looked everywhere; there's nowhere else John could hide."

"You won't find him here," Joe laughed, figuring they'd teased her long enough. "He went back to your house before we started playing."

"Really!" she exclaimed. "Now why would he do a thing like that? I guess I'd better find out."

Martha left Joe and Sally sitting on their doorsteps and walked back to her own house, then slipped quietly through the back door. She'd find John and make him finish their game of hide and seek. She looked in John's room, then searched the rest of the house. John just couldn't be found, then she thought of her mother's room. That was the only place she hadn't looked, but her mother had made it very plain she wanted to be alone. However, John must be in there; she'd looked everywhere else.

She walked up to her mother's door, then turned the knob quietly. She eased the door open and peeked inside, not wanting to disturb her mother in case she happened to be alone. Oh, God! She wasn't alone! John was with her and what they were doing just couldn't be described. The blood drained from her young face as she watched his cock plunge back and forth into her mother's upraised asshole. Her mother seemed to be enjoying every bit of it; she was snuggling wantingly back to his hairless pubis as his little cock shoved into her.

Martha gasped, wondering what the hell was happening. Why were her brother and mother doing this to each other? Why the hell couldn't each of them fuck someone else? Why did they have to fuck each other? It seemed so unforgivable; a mother and son fucking each other.

She slipped inside and closed the door behind her, then her little pussy began to tingle mysteriously as she squatted beside the facing of the door. She couldn't allow them to see her but she'd become quite interested in what they were doing to each other. However, she couldn't understand how a mother and son could lower themselves like this.

"Slide your hands beneath my belly," she heard her mother's voice. "Put your fingers in my pussy and play with it while you're fucking my ass."

She watched her brother's hands slip beneath her mother's belly and grope for her pussymound as his cockshaft pushed back and forth into her tight rectum.

"That's it! Pinch my clitoris… lover!" her mother groaned in ecstasy, her body beginning to tremble. "Yesss… ooohhh… that's it! Push your fingers deeper! That's the way! Put them in my… my fuck hole! Frig me good… darling! Make me cum again… please!"

Martha watched her mother's ass twist back onto John's thrusting prick. The faster his fingers plunged into her pussy the more her body seemed to tremble beneath him. Her writhing body was finally a groaning mass of flesh in the heated heights of orgasm,

"Aaahhh… jeeeezzzz… you're doing it again.,. baby!" she squealed, her hands clutching desperately at the covers. "I'm cuummminnnggg all over the place… and I cant help it! I'm ruining the fuckin’ covers… but I just don't give a Damn! This feels better than before… darling! Make your Mama… make me cum… make me cum… good! Ooohhh… my Godddd… aaaggghhh!"

Her pussy cum flowed into her son's hands as she thrashed wildly upon the bed, then she raised her head in glorious ecstasy. She stared blurringly at the squatting figure of her young daughter through frightened eyes but it was too late to stop-her orgasm had started. All she could do is spill her fluids and hope her daughter would understand all of this.

Her eyes locked upon her daughter's figure as she quivered in the last throes of ecstasy, then she realized Martha didn't understand any of this get-together with her son. What would she do? How the hell could she explain this to Martha? She had to somehow make her daughter understand, otherwise everyone would know what she and John were doing to each other.

"Martha… darling," she groaned as John's hard little cock slipped from her grasping asshole. "What're you doing? Come on in and lock the door."

"I-I-I am in, Mother," she answered as her little heart pounded in her chest. "A-a-and the door is locked."

"Good!" Barbara smiled at her daughter. "Then come over here beside the bed."

"W-w-why, Mother?" her voice quivered. "I-I-I'm scared."

"I know you are, darling," Barbara coaxed her onward. "But I want to talk to you. I want to explain what has happened."

"I know what has happened," Martha whimpered a little as she stood beside the door. "But I can't understand why it has happened. How could a mother and son do such a thing?"

"Come over here, darling," Barbara pleaded as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Let me explain it to you."

"Yes, Mother, explain it to me," she answered, then walked to the side of the bed and faced her mother. "I'd like to hear some kind of explanation."

"Do you know what it is like to feel sexual sensations crawl up and down your spine?" Barbara asked wonderingly. "Ecstatic sensations you can't seem to control?"

"I'm afraid not!" Martha exclaimed, looking into her mother's eyes. "I'm not so far advanced as John seems to be."

"But surely you've felt something," Barbara suggested as she looked wonderingly at her young daughter. "Don't tell me you've never thought about it."

"Oh, sure! I've thought about it a lot of times," Martha answered. "But I don't believe I could ever think of doing it with my son.

"Then what did you feel those few times you thought about doing something?" Barbara asked sweetly, knowing her young daughter had never thought about fucking as many times as she'd suggested. "Did you feel a kind of tingling or throbbing deep inside? Did you feel any kind of sensation at all?"

"Not really! I think I felt fear mostly," Martha answered seriously. "I was always afraid someone would look at me and know what I was thinking."

Barbara looked at her daughter's innocent face, then reached up and stroked the silky softness of that long brown hair. Had Martha never felt any kind of sexual sensations in her little pussy? This would be a harder task than Barbara first thought. How the hell could she explain something her daughter couldn't possibly understand? How could she make Martha understand a person can lose control of themselves because of certain sensations they feel at times?

"Darling, haven't you ever… well… haven't you touched yourself a little?" Barbara questioned her daughter hopefully. "Haven't you played with yourself at times?"

Martha's young body trembled a little. She didn't have to give an answer-Barbara could tell her youngest daughter had explored the mysteries of her body at various times but her inexperienced young fingers hadn't induced the sensations necessary to bring off a delightful climax. If she could manage to make her daughter understand the ecstatic tremors of orgasm it would be much easier to explain being with John, but how the hell could she accomplish that?

"It's all right, sugar! I'm in no position to make you feel ashamed of playing with yourself," Barbara smiled understandingly. "You can tell me about it. After all, I surely have nothing to hide from you."

"Would you like to be alone with Martha, Mama?" John asked, then stood beside the bed. "This is getting a little touchy."

"No! I want all of us to understand each other," Barbara smiled at him. "Come over here and sit beside me while Martha answers my question."

John sat beside his mother as Martha stood before them, her young face glowing with embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed, darling," Barbara encouraged her daughter. "John and I are the naked ones; we should be embarrassed."

"Y-y-yes!" Martha's little voice trembled, her face turning redder. "I've played with myself a few times. I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't have!"

"Why shouldn't you have explored the hidden mysteries of your own body? How else could you understand yourself?" Barbara tried to assure Martha she'd done nothing wrong. "Did you experience any pleasantness at all while you were doing it?"

"No! I was too scared to feel anything but fright," Martha began to sob a little. "I always felt as if you were watching me."

Barbara wiped the tear from the corner of her daughter's eye. She looked so young and innocent. She wished her daughter had felt some kind of excitement when exploring her little body. She wanted to do something; she just had to make her daughter feel some kind of sensation before she turned against sex completely.

"I'm watching you right now and I feel no shame in what you've done. I only wish you'd enjoyed it more while you were playing with yourself," Barbara cupped her daughter's face in her hands. "Look at me in the face and see if you can feel fear. Look into my eyes and tell me what you see."

Martha lifted her eyes, letting them explore the depth of her mother's feelings. She sobbed again as her little eyes filled with tears, then she felt her mother's fingers wipe the streaming wetness from her cheeks.

"Well, what do you see?" Barbara asked tenderly. "What do you feel right now?"

"I see understanding in your eyes, nothing but understanding and love," she tried to smile as more tears slithered down her cheeks. "I don't know what I feel, but it certainly isn't fear. I'm not scared anymore and it makes me shiver all over."

Barbara smiled understandingly at Martha. She knew what her daughter was feeling but she didn't know exactly what to do about it. This was surely no time to think about morals. Her daughter needed something sensual; she only hoped she could give it to her.

"Martha, I want you to take off your clothes," Barbara suggested, almost in a whisper. "I want to accomplish something you haven't been able to do."

Martha looked wonderingly at her mother. A little fear began to creep into her body. She tried to speak in protest but the words stuck in her throat. She couldn't utter a word.

"Don't be frightened, baby. I'd never ask you to do something if I were going to get angry later. However, I think you already know that, Barbara assured her very young daughter. "I'll take off your clothes while you look into my face. You'll see nothing but the same love and understanding you saw a little while ago."

Her mother was right. The same love and understanding was in her face. The fear left her young body but something was causing her to tremble. She closed her eyes as she felt her mother's fingers at the top of her blouse. One by one she undid the buttons. Her little blouse gaped at the top as her mother's fingers moved downward. When the last button was undone her blouse fell completely open, exposing the naked upper half of her body. She didn't mind her mother seeing her like this, but what the hell would John think? She shivered mysteriously as her blouse fell to the floor, knowing her small titties were exposed to his view. She hoped he wouldn't laugh at her.

John didn't have laughing on his mind as he stared at his sister's plum-sized breasts. He licked at his lips as he wondered how those dainty little nipples would feel in his mouth. He wondered if they'd harden like his mother's had done. He suddenly wondered why he'd never noticed Martha's pretty little titties. Maybe it was because he figured she was too young to have those budding beauties.

He watched as his mother slid Martha's skirt down her trim little legs, then his cock throbbed a few times when he saw the fullness of that tender pussymound pushing at the material of her panties. Jeez, his sister's protruding little pussy was pressing so tightly against the material he could see the depression of her young slit. Her panties were clinging profoundly to that delightful little incision at her crotch and it made his cock tingle with desire. His little cock stood at full attention when his mother slipped Martha's panties downward.

Barbara shivered a little as her eyes fell to her daughter's hairless young pussy. The smooth skin of her little cunny seemed to protrude from the rest of her body-just enough to make Barbara tremble mysteriously. She tried to remember when she was Martha's age but she couldn't. She looked at the virgin pussy before her, wondering how she could accomplish the sensations she wanted to instill in her daughter's mind and body. Hell, there was only one way and she knew it; she must handle her daughter's young body. She must let her fingers wander over Martha's nakedness and devote much attention to those youthful erogenous zones. She must also be prepared to use her tongue and mouth if necessary. Hell, she may as well use her mouth and tongue along with her fingers at the very start. Nothing seemed so important as getting her daughter on the right path concerning sexual fulfillment.

She stood before her young daughter, then she smiled as she looked at Martha's closed eyelids. She reached out and grasped Martha's shoulders tenderly, then kneaded the flesh beneath her fingers.

"Open your eyes, darling," she suggested sweetly. "Let me know you trust what I'm doing."

"I trust you, Mother," Martha answered in a whisper as her eyes opened, "but I don't understand."

"You don't have to understand if you trust me," Barbara smiled tenderly at her. "Just know that I'd never do anything to harm you in any way."

She took her daughter in her arms, then pulled her close to her naked body, letting their nipples gently caress each other. She lowered her mouth to Martha's ear, then nibbled at the softness of her tender lobe. She felt Martha's young body quiver as her hot breath blew into the channel of her ear. Her arms surrounded Martha's naked back, then her hands caressed lower on her youthful body as the tip of her tongue started teasing along her face, getting closer and closer to the corner of her soft lips.

Her finger eased into the crease of her daughter's youthful asscheeks to explore the length of her soft rounded valley. She felt Martha push forward a little, then realized their pussies were pressed tightly together. Her daughter was enjoying this but it still wasn't enough; she had to bring Martha to a delightful orgasm.

Her hands found the protruding roundness of those young half-moons, then she squeezed tenderly at the soft flesh beneath her fingers as the tip of her tongue teased at the corner of Martha's quivering mouth. She pulled that little pussy into her own as her lips brushed those of her daughter, then she kissed them softly.

Martha didn't do anything at first. She just stood there and let her little pussy ache with desire as her mother kissed her. Her lips finally trembled a little, then she began to yield to her mother's tenderness. Her lips parted, then she kissed her mother with a passion she'd never known. Her little tongue slipped into the warm wetness of her mother's mouth as her young pussy began to move wantingly on her mother's mound.

Barbara grasped Martha's asscheeks and worked them in a circular motion, forcing their pussies to grind against each other in a slow fucking rhythm. Their pussylips parted a little, then she could feel their clits working together, fucking at each other wantingly. A fire was building in her she never knew existed. Her daughter felt good in her arms, and that swollen little clit was driving her absolutely insane. She could cum all over her daughter's pussy right now if it weren't for the fact her daughter needed the climax.

She pulled her lips from her daughter's kissing mouth, then her tongue trailed over her youthful skin to one of those delightful plum-sized nubbins on her chest. She licked at that pert little nipple, then when it hardened with desire she pulled it into her mouth. She sucked the fullness of Martha's tittie into her mouth and sucked hotly at it, letting her tongue lap at that bursting nipple with heated desire.

"That's good… Mother," she heard Martha moan from somewhere in the distance. "I've never felt anything like that.:. never!"

Her mouth left Martha's delightful little tittie as she sat on the edge of the bed beside John, then her tongue trailed over her daughter's silky abdomen and belly to the top of that puckered bald pussymound. She teased at Martha's soft tender crease for a moment, then kissed it as if she were kissing a lover in the mouth. Her tongue slipped into the crevice of her daughter's young pussy, then the tip of her tongue lashed hotly at that growing knob of desire.

Barbara never felt the desire to love a cunt, but her daughter's cunt was somehow different. That little pussy was clean as her mouth; Martha's was a virgin pussy. Nothing had defiled its pureness. Martha was white as an angel and clean as soap. She teased at Martha's clit till she thought it would burst wide open with passion, then she pulled away and looked at her daughter's churning pussy.

"No… Mother… don't stop!" Martha begged as her pussy continued to thrust forward. "Don't leave me like this… pleaseeee!"

Barbara remembered begging Tom for the same thing. She'd never deny her daughter the pleasures Tom had denied her, even if it meant eating out that little pussy of hers.

"I won't leave you, darling," Barbara promised, her fingers reaching between her daughter's legs and squeezing her full softness. "I'd do anything to see you get some pleasure from this."

Martha's legs parted a little, then she squatted onto her mother's hand, pressing her tender pussylips against Barbara's palm. "Do it to me… Mother… please!" she begged, her legs parting even more. "I need it! Oh… God… I need something… ANYthing!" Barbara's fingers opened up her daughter's young pussy, then her forefinger eased into the delicate membranes of that tender labia. Jeez, Martha's little cunny was soaking wet with desire.

She'd never felt such slushiness except in her own pussy. Her little daughter was ready for anything, even a hard plunging cock.

"Get on the bed and spread your little legs for me, darling," Barbara coaxed her onward. "And don't be afraid of what happens."

Martha crawled onto the bed and flopped onto her back, then opened up in a spread eagle fashion. How could she be afraid? Her mother had brought her more pleasure than she'd known in a lifetime, even though she was only nineteen years old.

Barbara turned to her daughter, then lowered her bead to that dean young crotch. She kissed her daughter's tender pussylips, then her tongue slithered into the slipperiness of Martha's young depths. Her daughter's sex tasted good to her. That tender pussy tasted good as any cock she'd ever swallowed. She sucked her young daughter's pussy flesh deep into her wanting mouth, then thrust her tongue into that delightful winking fuck hole. She worked her tongue in a circular motion as she tongue-fucked her daughter's grasping sheath, making sure her tongue touched every erogenous zone of Martha's young pussy. In a very few moments Martha was writhing beneath her.

"Ooohhh… Mother! What's happening to me?" she groaned, her overflowing pussy fucking furiously at her mother's attentive mouth. "Why does it feel so good? Why does it feel like I'm bursting wide-open? Oh… Mother… why?"

"You're cumming, darling," Barbara sighed as her mouth slipped from her volcanic pussy. "Let yourself go! Spill your juices into my mouth… please!"

She fastened her lips to her daughter's overflowing vagina, then Martha let herself go all the way as Barbara thirstily drank her juices. Barbara didn't know pussy cum could taste so goddamned delicious. Hell, it was almost like eating spewing sperm. Her tongue shot into her daughter's depths as she experienced the last throes of orgasm, then Martha quivered beneath her.

Barbara turned to her son. Her eyes glowed as she watched him play with his cock. She suddenly wondered how it would be to watch his little prick disappear into her daughter's spasming pussy. It could surely be nothing less than wonderful. She looked into her daughter's face, then smiled at her.

"Would you like to fuck, darling?" she asked, her finger easing into her daughter's vagina and shoving into her young belly. "Would you like to feel a hard cock inside you?"

"I don't know, Mother," she answered seriously. "I think I'd like it but I'm not sure."

"Let's find out if you'd like it," Barbara cooed sweetly, pulling her finger from her daughter's grasping pussy. "Come here, John! Get between your sister's legs and fuck her. Push that hard cock into her belly."

John scrambled between his sister's open legs, then aimed his cock at her gaping slit and worked his bursting knob into her tender labia.

"No… Mother! Don't make us do this in your presence!" Martha protested when she felt her brother's knob shove into her vagina "This is embarrassing."

Her little asscheeks were already churning wantingly upward at him. It was much too late to worry about her mother's staring eyes. Her legs surrounded his buttocks, then her feet locked in the valley of his ass and pulled him downward.

Barbara watched as his hard shaft shoved into Martha's pussy and disappeared before her eyes. His pubis pushed at her daughter's open pussylips as he fucked at her with heated desire. Her children were fucking in her presence and she was enjoying every bit of it. She shoved a finger into her seething snatch as she settled down to watch them, then worked it back and forth inside her wanting pussy.

"Fuck me, John," she heard her daughter moan, then she felt her daughter's fingers teasing at her frothing pussylips. She removed her finger and spread her legs as two very tender fingers found their way into her vagina, then she started fucking at them wildly as she listened to the remainder of her daughter's request. "Fuck me good… make me cum… pleaseeee!"

Martha's thrusting fingers pushed her over the brink of ecstasy. Her pussy cum flowed into her daughter's hand, then she lost herself in ecstasy as she began to push her overflowing well of passion onto Martha's exploring fingers.

"Ooohhh…jeeeeezzz… baby! I'm cumminngg!" she heard her daughter groan in sudden ecstasy. "Do it good! Make me cum all over the fuckin' place… pleaseeee! Fuuccckkk meeeee goocooood! Ooohhh… My Godddd… aaaggghhh! Jeeeeezzz!"

The three of them trembled in ecstasy as Martha and Barbara spilled their juices all over the covers, then they were nothing but a pile of spent flesh. They moaned and groaned as the last throes of orgasm quivered through their naked bodies, leaving them in a very spent condition. The moans and groans of satisfaction were all that remained in the quietness of Barbara's bedroom, but it was enough to assure her daughter had been satisfied in every wonderful way. She'd never have to worry about Martha's sexual satisfaction again.

"Mother, I'm sorry I didn't understand this at first," Martha smiled at Barbara. "I think I can understand how you and John could get together like this. There was a time in all the excitement I couldn't have resisted having him if my life depended on it; I think you know when I'm talking about."

"Yes, darling! It was when you wrapped your legs around his buttocks and pulled him into you," Barbara smiled at her daughter, knowing she'd found pleasure in their sexual experience. "I'm just glad you enjoyed it; that's all that really matters to me."

"I realize that now, Mother. You're too wonderful to hurt anyone. There's nothing but love in your heart for all of us. I just hope I haven't made a fool of myself," Martha kissed her mother on the cheek. "I'd like to think we could do this again sometime. I enjoyed it with you as much as I enjoyed it with John; I'd like you to know that."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it with both of us/* Barbara pulled.her daughter's naked body close to her. "Ill be glad to make love to you anytime, and I'm sure John feels the same way. But I think we should put our clothes on right now; some of the others could come home at any time."

"Yes, it would be terrible if someone saw us like this," Martha suggested as she snuggled close to her mother. "They would never understand this like we do."

Those were exactly the words Barbara wanted to hear from her daughter. Martha would never tell what happened between the three of them. She would be available for either of her younger children at any time without having to face the fear of one of them telling what had happened.