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.