Unknown - Mother Eager Beaver

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."