Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep5

Once in my room, my pants came off, but my boxer briefs stayed on. I had my phone in my hand, the lights were off, and I was sitting in my bed, texting Jenna and asking her to call me so I could hear her sexy voice. Before she could text back or call, I didn't know what she was going to do, my door opened. I jumped, and I grabbed the pillow to my right and slammed it over my rock-hard cock, which made me grunt. Mom had stuck her head into my room, but she didn't bother turning on the light. I set my phone face down on the bed.

"Mark," Mom said, "I'm not mad about earlier."

"I know," I said.

"I want you to think about what could happen to you if you do anything with Jenna." Mom paused, and I heard her take a deep breath. "Try, for me, for one week, to abstain from becoming romantic with her. Just try for one week, and maybe some good karma will come your way."

"Good karma?" I asked, unable to keep the laughter from my question.

"Yes," Mom whispered. "Maybe you won't be fooling around with Jenna, but there has to be something in this house that can keep you distracted until you understand the responsibility that comes with having sex."

A buzzing lightness rushed through my body, and I licked my lips, thankful for the darkness. "Okay?" Mom asked.

I had to take a deep breath before saying, "Okay, Mom," but I couldn't hide the tremor in my voice.

"Goodnight," Mom said. "Love you."

said as she closed the

my phone, and it only took me a second to decide that phone sex and face time didn't fall

of my life tore through my body, leaving me feeling weightless and boneless, my muscles made of jelly. I slept well that

****It wasn't My Imagination*****

that summer. I had worked my ass off during my first three years of high school, and I was going to coast through my senior year, which meant that this would be my first summer off in a long time. Thoughts of returning to my slumber came to me,

floor plan, with the living room to the left, followed by the dining room, then the kitchen, then a hallway that leads to a laundry room, the garage, a great room, and then back to the foyer, staircase, and front door. The great room has a piano,

with the sunlight shining onto the breakfast table through the white curtains hanging over the bay windows. Dad was still home. He wouldn't be leaving until about eight in the morning. Mom worked from home, using her advanced degrees in education to create specialized curriculums for private schools while also selling lesson plans that covered kindergarten through high school graduation to teachers over the internet.

robe made of silk with the belt looped once, and the two halves met at the center of her body. I noticed it dropped down to the middle of her thighs--something I wouldn't have noticed before

a smile and even without makeup on her cheeks, and lipstick on

crunchy, flappy sound as he snapped it low enough to look at me. "You're up

about the kitchen and breakfast nook as

Mom said. "I'll make you

I said, taking a

I'll make

island and Mom, who was cooking what smelled like French toast with her back to me and her lower body hidden by the kitchen island. I looked away from her, thinking,

eyes never drifted in my direction. She held the syrup in her right hand while her left arm came up, and her fingers slid between