"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.