Unknown - Mother Eager Beaver

"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.