Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Meaty Young Cock & Matured Cunt 13

Five minutes later, I had tucked my cock back into my pants, and she had cleaned herself up and repaired her makeup. Checking herself in the mirror, she muttered out loud.

"Jesus, Kyle... I've never seen a man cum so much in my life," she said, glancing over at me as I shrugged my shoulders before returning her gaze to the mirror, checking over her face one last time, making sure it was completely clean. "At least it tastes good," she muttered as she tilted her head, eyes still on her own reflection as she applied some lip gloss. Finally, satisfied with what she saw, she turned to look at me for final approval. I gave her the thumbs up, and finally, after all the filth we had taken part in together, we stepped out of the car and headed towards the party.

When Dad saw us, he tried to maintain a cool head, but once he got close to us, his annoyance shined through.

"Kim, Kyle, where the hell were you?" He asked, upset.

"I told her it was seven," I interjected. "She said it was six, we had a big thing... it was my fault."

Dad glared at me for a moment as Mom smiled at me appreciatively.

"Just... go mingle. There's the kid's table over there," Dad said, sliding his hand around Mom's waist, guiding her towards his friends.

was 18, and I'm the guy that just banged your wife, Dad. I was the better man, and Mom had just confirmed it. I was the superior man and I would never forget it. And after what I had

how great her ass looked, or how huge and bouncy her tits were. Other men were staring, but I was the one who had felt up those tits. I was the one who had blasted a load of jizz all over those fucking jugs. It was my cum that had filled up that pussy. I had had that body, and it

check my phone for the first time since leaving the car, and I smiled when I saw the picture she had sent me. A picture of Mom's big, naked breasts, posed in her bedroom mirror, no doubt

party. The people my age were pretty lame, so I found myself talking with some other people. And, feeling good, I approached a few women. Women who had a few years on me. Some of them were the younger law clerks at the firm, who were fresh out of college. Some of them were older, some were hot lawyers. Some were married. It seemed like they enjoyed my brash, teenage boldness, and even though I didn't get any numbers or anything, I could tell, that if we weren't around their coworkers, or husbands, I

I would feel Mom's eyes on me, looking on with disapproval, or dare I say... jealousy. No, she said things were done, right? Things

was two days ago. That was the day me and Mom had sex, and that was how we ended up there. But again, I just have to ask the question... what comes next? How do you

It was as if nothing had happened. It was as if we had never had sex. She was just as cheery as ever, making me dinner, washing my clothes, nagging me about cleaning my room, stuff like that. Even after what we had done, and what she had claimed she'd be thinking during these normal moments, I couldn't confirm if they were

me, it would be something I'd never forget. I mean, on my list of lovers, the list of women I had hooked up with, she would always be there. It'd be, like, Tara the cheerleader, Tracy from Spanish class, Lana from that school across town, my friend's cousin Jess, Samantha the A-student, Lucy

I was hurt by her moving on. Offended, maybe, that my prowess hadn't made her come crawling back at the first opportunity. That she hadn't grabbed at my cock or shoved her tits in my face or at least offered a clean, fun blowjob. But nothing. Sure, it had only been a couple of days, but c'mon. I expected her to give in the first chance she got. But no.

interested in his stories, being a bit less affectionate and fun with him, which gave me some hope. She had maintained being aggressively normal with me, though, going out of her way to not change a thing. But... there were coincidences. Like, when I go out to work at the beach, or out to go hang with some friends, Mom just coincidentally had slipped on a bikini to tan outside, as if she didn't want me to forget about her hot body and huge tits. Maybe it was a coincidence, but maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was as though, when I would be at the beach looking at girls in bikinis, or hanging out with some of my female friends, she wanted

just be an act between us from now on? Would there be hidden meanings behind everything? Would her maternal interactions with me be

would she fume with jealousy? The way she talked about the other girls I'd been with when we were