Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Meaty Young Cock & Matured Cunt 4

I mean, she looked good. But compared to that yellow dress, there was no way I wouldn't be disappointed. She was trying to turn down the heat, trying to cool the boiling tension back down to a placid simmer. She probably realized she was getting carried away herself, so she wanted to get things back under control. Good luck with that, Mom! She wore a nice, dark orange, slim top, made of a bit thicker material than some of her other tops, so it left a bit more to the imagination than her other outfits. Down below, she had on a nice denim skirt, down to her knees. She looked like a sweet, attractive older woman in this outfit. But her other garments... those made her look sexy. I couldn't hide my disappointment. "What?" she asked, posing for me, but the look she gave me let me know she knew the answer. She was dressing down, not displaying her luscious curves as boldly. She gave me a small knowing smile. I sat back and tilted my head side-to- side, displaying my ambivalence. "I think it's nice!" she added.

"Yeah... nice," I said, making the word convey my dissatisfaction. "You can do better than nice." She gave me a pointed look.

"Okay, just because it doesn't cling to my big boobs doesn't make it boring," Mom stated, making me smirk in response. Bingo, there she was again, mentioning her chest to me. And this time, she added the adjective. Big. She was getting into this, despite what she might say.

"It's not so bad," she replied, glancing at herself in the mirror. I looked at her again, trying to get a glimpse at her denim clad ass. Again, feeling a bit bold, I spoke up.

"Turn around." I asked calmly.

"What?" she asked, a bit confused.

"Turn around." I repeated with a light, confident smile, leaning back. She rolled her eyes, but her annoyance wasn't gonna stop her from doing as I asked. She exhaled slighted and spun around for me, turning her back to me, twirling her hips gracefully so I could look at her rear. I mean, she knew what my question meant. I pretty much asked, 'Hey Mom, show me your ass.' And, despite any objections she might have at this thing getting a bit out of control, she was still willing to comply. She was still willing to showcase her ass for her own son. She was willing to do as I asked, because she liked it.

I stared right at my mother's round butt for a few moments, letting the silence between us last. Of course, she looked good. Of course, her ass looked good. But she could do better. She had it. She just needed to flaunt it.

I told her.

it's... kinda bulky. Doesn't flatter you." I

She could do better. I'd seen better. "Well..." she began. "I think that last dress was a bit TOO flattering," she said, smoothing the skirt over her jutting butt, trying to better display it for me. Trying

and, from what I could tell, her bra, I could see the indents of those nipples, once again. Unknowingly, she smoothed out her top, trying to make her outfit more pleasing, trying to showcase her body better for me, her son. She looked up at me again, waiting for my yay or nay. With her watching, I let my eyes calmly and slowly slide over her body, hungrily taking in her figure with my eyes. My eyes stared right at her big breasts, down her belly, over her firm thighs and calves, before going back up her long legs, looking past

moment, distracted, before she wordlessly turned back and around and sauntered away, back down the hall. And as she walked away, her ass was bouncing for me, side-to-side. She had to realize what she was doing

liked being appreciated in a sexual way, even by her own son. She liked me telling her, in not so many words, that I enjoyed watching her showcase her hot body for me. Show off some skin. Despite her hesitance, she wasn't stopping. She kept going even past the point where she really should have stopped. Where her instincts as a woman and a mother should stop her. But she wasn't stopping it. She was letting this play out. Was this the moment Mom decided she wanted my thick teenage dick stuffed inside her vagina? Did Mom want to reward my teenage boldness and confidence with hot, nasty sex? I'm sure she was at least thinking about

was feeling wasn't apparent when she sauntered back out of her room a few minutes later. She was unable to contain her enjoyment at this little fashion show. She couldn't hide

a teasing smile, putting her hands

It wasn't indecent or anything, but it was noticeable. She no doubt noticed my eyes sinking into the cavern between her big boobs, my eyes hungrily looking over the soft, smooth orbs, but she didn't mind. She didn't say a word of objection. She even bent forward slightly to give me a better look. And she didn't mind when my eyes locked right onto her protruding nipples. The material clung to her giant rack, and her fit belly, leading my eyes downward. She had replaced the denim skirt

lower lip. Mom was turning up

I replied,

show off my huge breasts enough for you?" Mom asked sarcastically, but the fact that she even mentioned her big jugs yet again

a grin. She rolled her eyes, but I

checked out her profile as she stood next to me, and damn, she looked fucking good. Her mammoth jugs were jutting outward. The tops of them were exposed, and the flesh was so pliant and smooth