"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?"

"Yesss… ooohhh… yessss! I'm enjoying it a lot more," she groaned desperately as her pussy thrust hotly up at him. "Push your finger all the way into me… please! Make it feel even better."

"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 him. His smile got broader as a certain mystery opened up for him. He'd always wondered how a man could get his huge cock inside a woman's small pussy; he now knew it must enter that contracting, delightful sheath. He wished he could fuck; he'd love to put his cock in a sheath like his mother's.