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."