Mother Eager Beaver

'That feels good, Mama,' he groaned as the warmness of her thighs caressed tenderly at his cock. 'Does it feel good to you?'

'Ooohhh! Yes! It's just what I need!' she gurgled as his cock throbbed a little, then she could contain herself no longer. Her asscheeks began to churn slightly, forcing his cock back and forth between her thighs in a slow fucking rhythm.

'That's what feels good,' he moaned as her arms surrounded him. 'I like to feel myself sliding back and forth between your legs like this.'

She groaned as her legs parted, then she squatted onto him as her hands slid to his youthful asscheeks. She grasped them firmly and worked his hard shaft back and forth on her frothing cleft, then she clamped her legs shut and pulled him to her. He wasn't inside her, but that little knob of his was caressing the slushy membranes of her labia as his shaft teased at her bursting clit. Her breath was hot on his neck as her asscheeks churned faster and faster. The gurgling in her throat became something sensual as he began to push back at her.

'You're wet down there, Mama,' he sighed as his fingers touched the roundness of her buttocks. 'It feels good, but what does it mean? Do you have to go to the bathroom?'

'No, darling, I don't have to go to the bathroom,' she cooed sinfully at him. 'It only means I want you so much. Your mama needs that little cock of yours.'

'I don't know exactly what you mean, Mama,' he looked at her wonderingly. 'What do you mean when you say you need my cock?'

She looked into his innocent face, then she brushed his young lips with hers. The tip of her tongue teased at the crease of his lips, then slithered deep into the wetness of his channel as she kissed him passionately. It was more than she could stand, especially when his youthful tongue started searching the depths of her mouth. She suddenly released him and dropped to her knees.

'I'll show you what I mean, darling,' the demon gurgled in her throat as her fingers reached for his cock, then she rolled it between her fingertips. 'Remember when you said you liked looking at me? Well, I like to look at you just as much. In fact, I like to look at you so much I feel the need to play with you. I feel the need to kiss that little cock of yours. I feel the need to… to do things you can't understand.'

'You can kiss my cock if you want,' he smiled down at her blushing face. 'You can do anything. I know all about sex if that's what you're worried about.'

She was shocked at her son's words, but delighted as hell to hear them. She couldn't have stopped the demon in her right now if her life depended on it. It was somewhat comforting to know her son wouldn't be taken by surprise. There's no telling how far she'd go before she was through with that little cock. One thing she knew for sure-she must somehow reach an orgasm.

CHAPTER THREE

Barbara's tongue trembled as it slithered from between her wanting lips, then it barely touched upon the warmth of her son's engorged cockhead. Her body quivered as she looked up into his innocent eyes, the tip of her tongue teasing in a circular fashion around his purplish little rim. He sighed, then she saw his eyes close as he thrust forward so she could have her way with his young hardness.

She cuddled his tight nut-sac in her hands as the tip of her tongue pushed against his slitted pisshole, then her mouth watered as her lips parted to cover half of his delightful crown. She sucked at his small hole with passion as her fingers tickled at his young balls, then she fondled them tenderly in their tight pouch. Her wet tongue slid beneath the rim of his knob and fluttered on his little cord of desire as her hands left bis balls and eased around his hips to his backside. She felt him shiver as her hands cupped his youthful asscheeks, then he began to tremble as her fingertips eased into the valley of his half-moons to tease at his puckered asshole.

His wrinkled little pucker nibbled at her intruding fingertips, then she felt his knob jerk delightfully between her pursed lips. The tingling fire in her belly suddenly became a flaming inferno. Her desperate pussy was itching and throbbing for some kind of attention. Her swollen membranes had never been so slushy with juices of passion, and she was getting wetter with each contraction of her cuntal sheath.

One of her hands slid between her creamy thighs, then she squeezed at the fullness of her soft pussymound. Her red cunt hair was damp, almost matted together with stickiness. The tip of her forefinger eased into the top of her slippery gash to tease at her swollen clitoris, then it slid into the warmness of her puffy vulva to tease at the mouth of her wanting vagina. It circled her contracting entrance a few times, then she shoved it deep into her quivering sheath.

The demon in her feverish body closed a forbidden door in her foggy mind, making this moment of bliss seem clean and wholesome. It was suddenly right to be with her son like this. It no longer mattered they were mother, and son and it no longer mattered he was only eighteen. His little cock was extremely hard and that.was the important thing-his cock was exactly what she needed.

A gurgling groan escaped his lips as her other hand worked his hips in a circular motion, driving his cockshaft in and out of her sucking channel, then her fingers tickled more sensually at his tender asshole. When she felt his wrinkled pucker dilate with desire she shoved a finger into his young rectum.

Her hot mouth was a demanding thing on his hard cock as she sucked with a passion she'd never known. She felt his shaft stiffen to the utmost, then it began to jerk crazily between her lips. If he'd been four years older she'd have been swallowing his cum into her stomach. She wished her son could cum in her mouth; she'd like to feel gooey semen erupting from that delightful little slit at the tip of his young cock. She felt as if she could drink his piss right now and feel no regrets.

Her asscheeks began to churn a little as she frigged herself with her thrusting finger. Oh, God! She'd give anything for a good climax. She was getting very close but not quite close enough. Something just had to push her over the cliffs of ecstasy, but it sure as hell wouldn't be her finger. If she couldn't release herself soon she'd lose her goddamned mind.

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.' _;