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.

told her. "What?" she

kinda bulky. Doesn't

a knowing look. We both knew what I was talking about. That skirt didn't showcase her hot ass enough. 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 to let her own son know her ass still looked good in this dress. "But I still think this

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 her massive mountains and back at her gorgeous face. The heat in

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

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

hesitance or confusion she 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.

do you think?" she asked with a teasing smile,

well, showing off a large amount of tender cleavage, more than she had so far, by a lot. 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 with a much thinner one, white with a black pattern on

like it?" she asked, biting her lower lip. Mom was turning up the heat, giving me what I

I replied,

asked sarcastically, but the

grin. She rolled her eyes, but I could tell she still

Her mammoth jugs were jutting outward. The tops of them