Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Meaty Young Cock & Matured Cunt 1

This is a straight-up, classic, big-boobed Mom and studly son having hot, sweaty, naked sex type of story. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.

So, yeah, two days ago, me and my mom had sex.

To be honest, I'm still processing it. It kinda happened out of nowhere. It was just one of those sticky summer days, all things normal, then... Bam! It happened. Sex happened.

Now, it wasn't just sex. It wasn't making love or any of that bullshit. No soft music, no roses or candles. None of that stuff. No, me and Mom just FUCKED! I swear, it was like one minute, things were normal between us, just a regular mom and son. And then the next minute, the clothes were coming off, and we were just going at it. And trust me, me and her went at it. Hard! Physical, lusty, nasty fucking! Naked, thick, meaty young cock buried in tight, dripping, mature cunt. A mom's tongue in her son's mouth. A mom's plump lips wrapped tightly around her son's thick shaft as she took it eagerly down her throat. A son's big hands squeezing his mom's absolutely enormous breasts. God, they were fucking big, and I got to feel every inch of their smooth, naked skin. A mother and her son, two naked bodies, dripping with sweat, their heated skin sliding against each other as they savagely fucked. And it was fucking rough. It had screaming, moaning, and every fucking curse word in the book. It ended with a son's large nuts coated with his own mother's sex juices, and a mother's tight, wet cunt filled to the brim with her son's thick cum. It was the greatest sexual experience of both of their lives. But that was two days ago.

Most of the time, this is the point where the story ends. The sex had happened, the climax of the story. But the question for us was... what comes next? What comes after a mother and a son have sex? What do you do after that? Can you back to normal? Did we want to?

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I suppose I should go back a few days and tell you what happened.

days where being outside for any extended time was just unbearable. Which was why I was doing my best to savor the air conditioning. I had hung out with some buddies earlier in the day, shooting some hoops before the heat became too unbearable. After that, we went and saw a movie. And now I was chilling in my house, sitting back in my room, playing a football game online on my PS4, kicking ass, naturally. The typical things a freshly graduated high school male would do. If it was up to me, these were the types of things I would happily do all summer until I left for college, but my folks wouldn't let me be that lazy. I worked a lifeguarding job at the beach, and while that was fun, and seeing hot girls in bikinis was

my dad

and handsome son, so we were all meant to attend. We attended every year, and while there was some fun stuff, I always found it really fucking boring. They would always ship me off to hang with a bunch of goobers, the kids of the other employees, and they just weren't my flavor. Not the type of people I liked hanging out with. So, I always ended up dreading this thing, and I always dragged my feet. Like today, I was in my room, wearing the same jeans I'd been wearing for a week, in a thin, blue t-shirt with my favorite

could tell Mom was pretty uninterested in the whole thing too, that she would rather be doing literally anything else. But she was a good corporate wife, and she would always be all smiles by the time we

of the day, helping set things up. Me and Mom were scheduled to drive over and meet up with him in a bit, but like I

from down the hall, approaching my room. "You need to start getting cleaned up. We need to get going pretty

in my doorway. Finally, annoyed with my classic teenage disregard for parental authority, she stepped into

up and met Mom's annoyed gaze. I suppose this would be the best time to describe her, seeing that this was the

that really mattered for this story, so I'll get to the good stuff. I'll be honest.... Mom was fucking hot. Like, legitimately hot and sexy. She was a brunette, with long, lustrous hair, cascading down between her shoulder blades in a perpetually tussled look that always really worked for her. She had a good, rich, even tan. She had shining, playful eyes,

herself very fit, with a flat belly, and long taut legs. Her hard work was really showed off by her amazing ass. It was firm, full, round and juicy, and it rode high and perky

then there were her

also shockingly perky and rode high on her chest, jutting out from her slim frame proudly. Mom was no doubt the envy of all the corporate wives, and I'm sure there were some who doubted that her boobs were real. Trust me, I had known her pretty much my whole life. Those suckers

a lot of guilt and confusion for noticing these things, I eventually made my peace with it.

off to her a few times? Sure. I tried not to get too carried away with thoughts like that, but every so often, thoughts of her just did it for me. Sometimes, there were certain days, or she'd be in certain clothes, but for whatever the reason, she'd have me as stiff as a brick all day long. I'd thought about, you know... sex with her, fantasized about it, but I had never really planned to actually do anything about it. I wasn't that crazy. I wasn't actually gonna go through with it. And it wasn't like it was entirely up to me. I'm sure she would have a few objections if I brought it up with her. And besides, I did pretty well for myself. As a good looking football player with a sizable dong, I was well taken care of in every way I needed. That said, the thought of seeing that body in action was indescribably hot, and at times, as a natural flirt, I had