Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Meaty Young Cock & Matured Cunt 3

"What do you think of this?" she asked. I spun in my chair, turning to face her, to appraise her.

I looked her over from top to bottom. She had replaced her pink top with a black one, a little less snug over big tits, but still very flattering, nonetheless. She replaced her grey skirt with a light, summery blue one, cut just over her knees in a diagonal slash. She looked very good.

"Eh..." I said, shrugging, acting like I wasn't impressed. "Do you want to wear black on a day like this?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, and stomped away. "Sorry!" I called out. "Yeah, you're right," she called out, stepping into her bedroom and shutting the door. Both of these outfits were more than good enough, but I liked making her mad.

The score in the game was 27-7 by the time I heard Mom approach. I turned to face her and took her new outfit in.

She had replaced her previous outfit with a nice, airy sundress, white with blue lines decorating it. On most women, this dress would look nice and innocent. But for a woman with the curves my mom had, she looked stunning. Her arms were left bare, and the thin material could barely contain her massive bust. Her upper chest was left exposed, showing off a hint of her cavernous cleavage, and her jugs were so large the sides of them could be seen through the arm holes. The thin material cascaded off her firm ass, giving a good indication of her perfect rear end. Also, the white material did allow for someone with a trained eye like me to notice the dark material of her bra and underwear through the dress. "What do you think?" she asked, holding her arms out. This interaction was still relatively innocent, I realized, so let's turn it up a notch. I let my eyes narrow as I looked her over. She noted the confused expression on my face. "What now?" she asked.

"Well..." I began, with a small smirk. "I don't think of this outfit as very... corporate."

"What do you mean?" Mom asked, confused. "It's a cookout. I think this would be nice."

"Well, if you want to wear that, you're gonna have to, uh..." I began, knowing I was getting into delicate territory. "The thing is... I don't know if you want to be showing off your underwear to all of Dad's friends, but..." I trailed off. "You can't see anything..." she began, turning to look the mirror in my room. She narrowed her eyes as she appraised herself. "Shit..." she said to herself, confirming my words. "How'd YOU notice? You're not supposed to be looking for that." "It's hard not to notice," I said with a laugh. She slapped my shoulder, knowing it wasn't that blatant. "And besides, I'm a guy... I can't help myself."

She gave me an odd look for a moment, biting her lip before turning and sauntering away. I didn't know where I was going with this little game. I was improvising, to be honest, but the energy had slightly changed in a way I couldn't describe. Mom didn't say anything, but she clearly sensed it to. She probably didn't realize it yet, but the fact that I had noticed her bra and panties through her dress changed things for her. And she probably didn't notice that she shook her ass at me slightly as she walked back to her room.

the game going on between me and Mom than the one on the screen. And I should be, cause the game on the screen was leading to a cosmetic, meaningless victory. And considering that the this game I was playing was leading me to hot, sweaty sex with my own mom, I couldn't be

I was not disappointed.

as my eyes widened, taking her in. She had squeezed herself into a tight yellow sundress, and I was not exaggerating. It looked like she was poured into that dress. The solid, yellow material clung to her impressive figure, all the way down to just above her knees, while also showing off a bit of her upper chest. It would be tasteful on a normal woman, but on a woman

aside, she just looked incredible in that dress. It contrasted well with her smooth tan. Her brunette hair cascaded down in waves, and her perfectly made-up face and incredible

were packed snugly within her dress. The smooth, soft flesh of the tops of her breasts were rippling with every step, arresting my vision. They were so freaking big! I know these are my mother's big tits, but they were fucking perfect! I couldn't

my

her with

her ass. God Damn. The material clung to the round, juicy cheeks, and every little shift in weight she did made them jiggle lusciously. My dick throbbed in my pants. The dress

the mirror, giving me another good view of her massive jugs. God, they looked big. They were so round and smooth. They were begging to be squeezed. I had never seen a pair of breasts that big in real life. None of the girls at

I was already formulating a plan. At the moment, my eyes were locked on

shook myself and looked up before she could notice my gaze. I watched her appraising her outfit, tugging the hem

this is way too

her to look at me with a

to glance at her big boobs, but I didn't need the assist. I was already staring. Even at this point, I knew this was just the start of something for her. It started small, an off-hand comment about her breasts, so subtle she probably didn't realize she had done it. But I just knew, if things were gonna play out as I thought they were, if the

sight of Mom staring in the mirror, running her hands over her chest, smoothing out the material over her large, soft, squishy breasts. As she did this, I realized it was time to

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