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
