Unknown - Mother Eager Beaver

"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.

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.