Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Orgies: A Mom & Son Affair 1

As Mason put on his bow tie to go with his tux, his Mom, Lily, walked into his room dressed in the beautiful red dress she had bought just for this occasion... the graduation of her only son. Mason was the one man in her life who had never been a disappointment to her.

"You look so handsome," the mother of said. She was so proud of her only child. He was graduating with honours and a full football scholarship, and he had made the almost two decades of her personal sacrifices so worth it. Mason turned to admire his mom and even though he knew how pretty she was he couldn't hide a gasp. Today his mom looked utterly ravishing. His eyes swept down her slender body. Her legs were adorned by sheer tan nylons; her high heeled sandals displayed toes that were newly painted red. He loved it when she wore nylon stockings, and he felt his dick hardening in his tux. He was glad he was sitting on the edge of his bed; perhaps she wouldn't notice how much she was exciting him.

Mason, who was usually sly with the ladies and often even with his beloved mother, stammered, looking at her gorgeous face but still distracted by her beauty and her nylon-clad legs and feet, "Y-y-you look pretty amazing yourself." "I can't remember the last time I dressed up," she said, feeling sexy for the first time in a long time.

"Joan's wedding," Mason suggested.

"That was three years ago," Lily said, surprised it had really been three years since she'd gotten all dolled up... God, how time flies. "That's a super nice dress," Mason complimented, feeling like he sounded like a dork.

"Only the best for my son," she smiled, as she handed him an envelope.

"What is this?" Mason asked.

"An envelope," Lily teased.

"Wow, just what I've always wanted," Mason joked back, as always, enjoying the quick witted banter he and his mother often shared.

"Open it," she coaxed, anticipating an excited look on his face.

"You didn't have to get me anything," Mason said, knowing that money was always tight.

"Of course I did," the beaming mother said. "You're graduating high school."

"Anyone can graduate from high school," Mason pointed out, annoyed at the 'no one fails' system his school seemed to follow now.

college," Lily said, not quite scolding,

loving seeing his

the envelope and pulled out two tickets. He stared at them, confused. He asked, even though

got us two cruise ship tickets to the Caribbean," Lily corrected,

they weren't truly poor, they didn't have extra money for very many perks. One of the reasons he was hoping to use his full college ride as a springboard to eventually get noticed by scouts and

just an 'us'. Ever since the sperm donor had left while she was still pregnant with Mason, it had only been the two of them. Even her parents had disowned her when it became apparent she was going to be a single mother; even though her father

ass off, eventually getting her GED, then even graduating college before Mason had completed elementary school, and eventually gotten a job as a social worker helping young kids who needed the same help she had been so desperate for all those years ago. Of course, it didn't pay really well, social workers being criminally

get these tickets. She smiled with

to do something special, just the two of us, before you went away to college and I was a

breasts squeezing against him... these were the tits

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solemn vow to herself always to be there for her son, and had thus sworn off men. She couldn't even imagine what life would be like without her son as part of her

affectionately before saying, "Now let's go and get you

was the reason for his nylon fetish... she wore them to work every day and remained in them even when at home. Mason had learned recently while searching in her dresser

would sometimes jerk off visualizing the head cheerleader Shannon, his hot English teacher Mrs. Walker, or his shy, but cute Physics partner, Betty, but his default and best stroke fantasy was

idea of spending two weeks in the Caribbean with his MILF Mom where she would likely wear bikinis most of the time was a no brainer... even if it meant likely two

much younger than her thirty-five years... a mixture of genetics and the ridiculously grueling workout routine she had been putting herself through for the past six months... ever since she knew she would have to be in a bikini.

into the charade that they were a couple as she took her son's hand while they did

few hours, and again on and off throughout the next couple of days. Each

four days of being either on the ship or in a tourist trap, even with the shared pleasure if their affectionate hand holding, the mom and son were already sick of shopping (and had

tried selling them a ride to a secluded beach a half hour boat ride from the main

to rip through his trunks. And although the day was a scorcher, she got cold quickly

his Mom's tits in the bikini... her voluptuous

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the wind hit her, leaned