The trembling in his voice suggested he wanted to do a lot more than just look. Barbara smiled at her young son as his voice caused a tremor in her burning pussy. She yearned to feel his hands on her body. It was too late to deny she needed him; she only hoped she could control her emotions. What was he waiting for? Why wouldn't he reach out to her? She suddenly wondered if he lacked the courage to touch her, then she remembered his ' very young age. The poor little fellow was too young to realize what he should do. The female body was still a mystery to him. Hell, he didn't know how to begin the delightful sensations of foreplay. He needed a little encouragement from her.
'I don't really want to stop, darling,' she cooed sweetly as her other hand moved to his face, then one of her fingers tenderly outlined his pouting lips. 'I want to feel your hands all over me.'
She saw him swallow hard, then she knew for a fact he wanted to do more than just look.
'I think I want you to kiss me first,' she suggested. 'Then I'll show you what I want you to do.'
He smiled joyfully as he stooped over and kissed her on the cheek. His mother understood his plight; she'd gladly show him how to play with her body.
'No! I don't want you to kiss me like that,' she purred sinfully, then she cupped his little face with her hands and pulled his lips slowly toward her own. 'I want you to kiss me like this.'
Her lips brushed his as both of them shivered, then the tender kiss of passion turned into something hot and sensual. His young tongue jabbed hotly into her sucking mouth and probed deeply, searching the mysteries of his mother's warm, wet, quivering channel. She sucked wantingly at his delightful tongue as she pulled it deeper and deeper into her throat, then they were no longer mother and son-they were lovers lost in a sensual passion of their very own.
Barbara's breath was hot on her son's lips as she felt him pushing her deeper and deeper into oblivion. She reached for his hands, tugging them to her heaving breasts. She placed them upon her naked flesh, shivering as he kneaded them tenderly. He was so young and awkward, yet he was so gentle with her. It was almost as if he were afraid he was going to hurt her in some way. She worked his fingertips back and forth across her nipples, then she began to groan with desperate need.
John felt her nipples harden beneath his fingers, then he began to caress them of his own accord.
'Your titties are getting hard like my cock,' he whispered between her passionate lips, 'Are they 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 regret. I shouldn't have allowed this to start in the first place and now 1 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.'
The trembling in his voice suggested he wanted to do a lot more than just look. Barbara smiled at her young son as his voice caused a tremor in her burning pussy. She yearned to feel his hands on her body. It was too late to deny she needed him; she only hoped she could control her emotions. What was he waiting for? Why wouldn't he reach out to her? She suddenly wondered if he lacked the courage to touch her, then she remembered his very young age. The poor little fellow was too young to realize what he should do. The female body was still a mystery to him. Hell, he didn't know how to begin the delightful sensations of foreplay. He needed a little encouragement from her.
'I don't really want to stop, darling,' she cooed sweetly as her other hand moved to his face, then one of her fingers tenderly outlined his pouting lips. 'I want to feel your hands all over me.'
She saw him swallow hard, then she knew for a fact he wanted to do more than just look.
'I think I want you to kiss me first,' she suggested. 'Then I’ll show you what I want you to do.'
He smiled joyfully as he stooped over and kissed her on the cheek. His mother understood his plight; she'd gladly show him how to play with her body.
'No! I don't want you to kiss me like that,' she purred sinfully, then she cupped his little face with her hands and pulled his lips slowly toward her own. 'I want you to kiss me like this.'
Her lips brushed his as both of them shivered, then the tender kiss of passion turned into something hot and sensual. His young tongue jabbed hotly into her sucking mouth and probed deeply, searching the mysteries of his mother's warm, wet, quivering channel. She sucked wantingly at his delightful tongue as she pulled it deeper and deeper into her throat, then they were no longer mother and son they were lovers lost in a sensual passion of their very own.
Barbara's breath was hot on her son's lips as she felt him pushing her deeper and deeper into oblivion. She reached for his hands, tugging them to her heaving breasts. She placed them upon her naked flesh, shivering as he kneaded them tenderly. He was so young and awkward, yet he was so gentle with her. It was almost as if he were afraid he was going to hurt her in some way. She worked his fingertips back and forth across her nipples, then she began to groan with desperate need.
John felt her nipples harden beneath his fingers, then he began to caress them of his own accord.
'Your titties are getting hard like my cock,' he whispered between her passionate lips. 'Are they supposed to do that?”
'My titties aren't getting hard. Those are my nipples,' she giggled sinfully. 'They get hard when I'm really enjoying myself, and it feels even better when someone pinches on them gently and rolls them between their fingertips.'
'Like this, Mama?' he asked as he rolled her hardened nubs between the flesh of his fingers.
'Ooohhh, Godddd, yessss!' she gurgled deeply as the delightful tingling in her breasts shot through her body to
He continued to roll her delightful nipples between his fingers as her breathing got shorter and faster, then he noticed she was gasping for breath. It excited the hell out of him to know his fingers were giving her so much pleasure. He pinched at them a little harder, then his mother's body began to tremble and quiver as erotic groans escaped her pouting lips.
'You're beautiful, Mama,' he whispered as he lowered his head to her chest, then his tender lips found one of her nipples. He sucked it into the warm wetness of his mouth as his tongue lashed back and forth across it, making it harden to the very utmost.
She thrust her heaving tittie up at his searching mouth as her asscheeks began to undulate upon the covers. She grasped one of his hands and pushed it frantically over the silky smoothness of her naked belly to her slightly churning red-haired pussymound, then she forced his gentle fingers around the puffy fullness of her frothing triangle. His young heart pounded in his chest as he felt her pussy push wantingly into the palm of his hand. Oh, God! What should he do? He'd never felt: a pussy before. He squeezed gently at his mother's mound, wondering if he were putting too much pressure on her delicate looking pussy. The inside of her reddened labia had looked so sensitive and ' tender while she was playing with herself, yet she'd frantically rammed her finger in and out of herself with force. He wished he were more experienced; he'd love to put his finger inside her raw gash but he surely didn't want to hurt her.
'You won't hurt me, darling,' she gurgled as she looked into his wondering eyes, almost as if she were reading his mind. 'Ease your finger into my pussy… please! I need to feel your finger inside me.'
One of his young fingers very awkwardly slid beneath the pouting lips of her pussymound and explored the swollen membranes of that slushy labia. The tip of his fleshy little finger worked back and forth across the seething mouth of her vaginal sheath, then he felt it nibbling at him. He teased mysteriously at it, not knowing he should thrust his finger any deeper.
'Jeez! Your pussy's so slippery, Mama,' he smiled at her as he felt her push up and down at his hand. 'It's even wetter than before; that means you're enjoying it more, doesn't it?'
'But, Mama,' he protested a little, 'my finger's far as it'll go.'
'No, darling! It'll go deeper,' she moaned as her cuntal juices ran into the crack of her asscheeks.
'Push your finger deeper… pleaseeee! Ooohhh… Pleaseeee!'
John frowned a little as he pushed his finger downward, then smiled as his finger slid into the contracting entrance of her hot tunnel. His finger was actually going deeper into her pussy and it seemed to be getting hotter to
