Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

White Slut's Club: Ep3

"Mom!" I said exasperated, still torn in different directions. In one respect I was horrified that my mother would cheat on Dad; in another, my head was swimming with vivid fantasies of how it would look and feel to give in to Jake. I could faintly smell how wet my panties were getting.

"What? I'm just saying that years from now you sure don't want to regret that you've never taken a chocolate drive shaft for a ride," Mom continued. Knowing she had my attention again, she returned to her chair.

"I'm married," I reminded my mother.

"I know, and I sure wouldn't say this if Emery was satisfying you sexually," Mom continued. "But he isn't, and he hasn't been doing his job for a long time. It's obvious to anyone who loves you that you're not happy, and there's no reason why you can't be happy once in a while."

"You're suggesting I cheat on my husband?" I demanded hotly.

"I guess I am," she nodded placidly, before adding, "But I would argue it's not actually cheating."

"How so?" I asked. Mom was full of surprises today.

"If the cock under discussion is bigger than your husband's, it isn't cheating," she explained.

"That's ludicrous," I said.

"Not really. Emery can't possibly give you what you need, although the way he's been ignoring you, he likely wouldn't even do that if he had it to give," Mom pointed out.

"I don't think I could do it," I said, the conversation suddenly sobering me up.

"Why not? He doesn't satisfy you. If he were doing his job, you wouldn't be fantasizing about Jake," she said.

"Who said I fantasize about Jake?" I prevaricated.

"Am I wrong?" Mom asked, knowing me too well.

"I didn't say that," I smiled playfully.

you're always going

"What's that?" I obliged.

go black you never go

apparently fucked black guys in the past

but the look on her face spoke a thousand words. A picture leapt into my head of smiling cats and

still do?" I asked,

of being ignored by your husband,"

Dad?" I questioned, again the question rather

"Nope," Mom said.

"Really?"

cheat. I make sure they're all bigger than your father," she answered. "It's easy to find out... just

talk about fucking a black man, even to learn that my mom used to get fucked by a ten inch black cock, but it was

me," she said, although not as a request, but in the stern

said, even though I

needs. When they're not met, we find other ways to satisfy

cheating," I pointed

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at first, but after years of playing

on my husband's matrimonial obligations being shirked for money. In a very real sense he was spending almost all of his time whoring, as if his life was all about money and not me. Mom kept

I said, even

you better than you know yourself," Mom scoffed, which was frustratingly

maybe a little wet,"

liar," Mom scolded. "Your panties were soaked, weren't

funny," I admitted, exasperated at both the conversation and at her always

panties are dripping wet right now,

completely dry," I sighed. "I'm not saying you should rush into his classroom and fuck him at school," she said. "But you need to consider some possibilities. He's an

gasped, hearing Mom lecture me so bluntly

loved dirty talk, something Emery

to be made love to, I wanted to be fucked, shafted, pounded. I loved shifting my persona from prim and proper teacher to submissive slut. I had thought Emery understood that, he sure liked it when we were younger, but although the stereotype is that after the