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

a second to decide that phone

later, one of the strongest orgasms of my life tore through my body, leaving me feeling weightless and boneless, my muscles made of jelly. I slept

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

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

to a laundry room, the garage, a great room, and then back to 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. She did well

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 last night. I

morning," Mom said, giving me a smile and even without makeup on her cheeks, and lipstick

he snapped it low enough to look at

I shrugged and looked about the kitchen and breakfast nook as Dad lifted his paper. "I'm just

Mom said. "I'll

I said, taking

make you breakfast," Mom

the end of the table, to Dad's left. To the left of me was the kitchen 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

drifted in my direction. She held the syrup in her right hand while her left arm came up, and her fingers slid between her robe's lapels. Rubbing motions followed, almost caresses, and as she pulled her fingers out of her robe, she caught her lapel, pulling her robe open to the left. I had to work saliva back into my mouth as the golden-hued