Unknown: Mother Eager Beaver

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.