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.

what you're always going to wonder about," Mom

"What's that?" I obliged.

you never go back' is true?" Mom answered with

fucked black guys in the past and now

spoke a thousand words. A picture

do?" I asked,

of being ignored

Dad?" I questioned, again the question rather

"Nope," Mom said.

"Really?"

make sure they're all bigger than your

thing to 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 another to learn your mother was

although not as a request, but in the stern

said, even

said. "We have needs. When they're not met,

it's cheating," I pointed

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an argument that sounded absurd at first, but after years of

as I reflected 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 going, "If you were happy at home would this

was," I said, even

than you know yourself," Mom

maybe a little

Mom scolded. "Your panties were soaked,

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

panties are dripping wet right now, just talking about him,"

part of the conversation had indeed been tantalizing, but once her words were spoken, I noticed that indeed I was very damp down below. "Okay, they aren't 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

Mom lecture me so bluntly and using the 'f' word so

like me, you have a nasty tongue in the bedroom," she said, again true... I loved dirty talk,

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