The fourth finger was slipping into her overflowing sheath when she heard the knob of her door jiggle a little. Her fingers very quickly slurped from her hot snatch as she turned to her side. She didn't even have time to cover herself before her
Redheaded son barged into the room.
Her mind went blank. What could she do? Sleep? That's it! She'd pretend to be asleep.
'Mama, are you awake?' he sobbed as he walked up to the bed. 'Please be awake! I need you… Mama!'
She couldn't pretend, not with her son on the verge of tears. Besides, he'd probably seen her turn onto her side.
'What's the matter, darling?' she looked tenderly at him. 'Why are you whimpering?'
'I had a bad dream,' he whimpered as a tear trickled down his cheek. 'I can't go back to sleep.'
Her hands reached out to his as she tried to keep her breasts covered with her arms. It was shameful enough her young son had discovered her naked like this. She surely couldn't allow him to view her private parts. She was suddenly glad John was her
youngest child-it would've been more than shameful if she'd been discovered by one of the older ones. It would've been downright disgraceful. Even '. Martha would've been smart enough to figure she'd been playing with herself.
She shivered a little. What if Tom's had walked in on her? Worse yet, what if her own Mike had seen her like this?
She suddenly wondered why she was thinking of Judy belonging to Tom and Mike belonging to her. Maybe it was because they were older than the other two and she didn't want either of them seeing her naked. They loved all the children as if they were full brothers and sisters. They'd always been mother and daddy to all of them. Judy was two and Mike was three when she and Tom married. Hell, they'd never known another mother or daddy.
She squeezed John's hands tenderly as she hid her breasts from his view.
'Was your dream really that bad, darling?' she tried to comfort him. 'What did you dream about?'
'Oh, M-m-mama!' he sobbed jerkingly as he fell into bed beside her. 'I dreamed you… you died! It was terrible!'
'Oh, baby, it's all right! I'm not dead! I'm right here beside you!' she comforted him as her arms surrounded his jerking body and pulled him to her warm naked breasts. Keeping herself hid from his view was no longer important. Trying to comfort her weeping son was the only thing that mattered right now. 'I'm alive, John. I'm holding you close to me. It was only a dream, a bad dream. Don't cry, please!'
His mother was warm and alive, He snuggled to her as his whimpering subsided, his arms sliding around her naked waist as he tried to pull her closer to him.
'Please, Mama, don't make me leave you!' he pleaded. 'Don't make me sleep with Mike. I'm scared.'
What could she do? She was completely naked and she was holding her son's body close *to her. John was almost naked. There was nothing covering him but his shorts. She felt the warmth of his young body on her as she shivered again.
'You'll be all right in a minute, then you can go back to bed,' she suggested, wondering what she'd do if he insisted on staying with her. 'Everything is all right now. I'm alive and that's all that matters.'
'But I'm so scared, Mama!' he trembled in her arms. 'Let me sleep with you, please!'
She didn't answer him for a moment. She was so hot and bothered she couldn't stand it, and that warm crotch of his pushing at the lower section of her belly didn't help matters. At any-minute one of the other children could walk into the room. What the hell would happen then? There'd be no way to explain holding John close to her naked body. There'd really be no way to explain her nakedness in the first place, even without the presence of her young son.
The inside of her thighs were sticky with juices of passion. Her quivering pussy was tingling and itching with a desire she'd never felt. Tom had left her in this predicament many times, but she'd never felt such a desperate need for a cock after he-went work. What could she do? She needed to ram something into her frothing depths. How could she do that? John was pleading to sleep with her,
'You never answered me, Mama,' he shivered a little, 'Are you going to let me sleep with you? Please!'
'Y-y-yes!' she heard her voice tremble, not knowing how else to answer him. 'You can stay with me.'
'Thank you. Mama,' he sighed as he kissed her on the cheek. 'I'm not scared anymore.'
Barbara was now the scared one. She was scared to death John would feel the wetness between her legs. She must do something. The itching and tingling in her pussy was growing worse. She'd never get any sleep holding his warm body next to her, not without first satisfying her throbbing membranes. She couldn't frig herself with him lying beside her. She must use the privacy of the bathroom.
'Will you be all right by yourself for awhile?' she asked anxiously. 'I need to use the bathroom.'
'Yes. But please hurry,' he pleaded hopefully. 'I don't want to be by myself.'
'I'll hurry, darling,' she promised, not knowing how the hell she was going to get to her robe without him seeing her naked pussy.
She wouldn't dare ask him to close his eyes. He'd know she was ashamed of being naked with him and he'd suspect something was wrong. She suddenly shivered a little. He'd also suspect something was wrong if she got up and put on her robe. He'd know she felt guilt about something and she couldn't allow that. The only thing she could do is slip out of bed and go to the bathroom just as she was, naked as hell. It would surely appear less conspicuous to her son if she pretended this was a normal thing for her.
She got out of bed, trying to appear cool and calm about her nakedness. Her heart pounded in her chest as his young eyes moved over her body, then she trembled mysteriously as his gaze came to rest on her red haired pussymound. She was certain he could see the glistening wetness between her thighs. What would she do? What
'What's the matter, darling?' she asked, her body trembling with unknown anticipation at the tender caress of his youthful stare. 'Is something wrong?'
'No. Nothing's wrong.' He smiled sheepishly at her. 'I just couldn't help looking at you like that and I'm sorry I did it. I hope you'll forgive me.'
'There's nothing to forgive. What could possibly be wrong when a young boy wants to look at his mother's naked body?' she heard a strange, trembling voice emerge from the depths of her throat, then she realized she'd better get the hell out of there before she lost control of herself. 'I'll be back in a few minutes.'
'Don't be gone long, Mama,' he said as she turned and walked to the door. 'Since it's not wrong for me to look at you I want to do it some more when you get back,'
'Oh, my God!' Barbara gasped under her breath as she closed the door behind her. 'What the hell am I doing? I've led my son to believe it's all right to look at my naked pussy. Worse yet, I was beginning to enjoy letting him look at me. My pussy is on fire for a cock and his young eyes made me feel somewhat sinful. I dread to thin what 11 happen if he wants to look at me when I go back to my room. What's happening to me? I know he'll want to look at me. What can I do?'
There's only one thing she could do at this point-take care of her frothing snatch in the privacy of the bathroom and deny her son the pleasure of looking at her naked pussy.
A smile crossed John's face as his little prick began to stir. He couldn't understand why his mother said it wasn't wrong for him to look at her. He knew it was wrong. He also knew it was wrong on her part to stand there and let him look. He didn't know what had come over her but he was glad of the sudden change in his mother. He'd never seen a red haired pussy and he couldn't seem to wait for her return. His three inch cock soared to complete hardness as an idea crossed his mind. He slipped his shorts off his legs and dropped them beside the bed. He didn't know what it'd prove, but if it was all right for his mother to be naked it was surely all right for him to be naked.
John knew he was too young to fuck but he wasn't too young to think about it. He'd spied on his sisters a couple of times while they were taking a bath, then he went into his bedroom and played with himself while he thought about their naked pussies. It would be more than wonderful if he could play with himself while looking at his mother's beautiful red haired pussy. It'd almost be as if he were fucking her. Maybe he could play with himself
