Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep6

Mom spent some time preparing her breakfast at the kitchen island, cutting various fruits as her robe opened a little more, baring more of her breasts, but never as much as I hoped or feared. My heartbeat sped up with every flutter of her clothing, its thin silk sliding over her body, clinging here, gripping there, and rolling like waves with dips and rises as she continued with her task.

She never looked at me, only at Dad, and the one time his paper crinkled as he lowered it, Mom reached up with her left hand and pinched her robe shut. Dad didn't look at her, he was sipping his coffee and had happened to tilt his paper forward, but when it had come down, Mom had covered up. It was at this time my cock, already warm and relaxed, decided to have its first stretch of the morning.

As Dad's paper rose, Mom's robe came open. She finished cutting her fruit for her breakfast and came to the table, sitting across from Dad with an assortment of bite-sized bananas, berries, citruses to nibble on with a side of yogurt for dipping.

She ate. Dad ate. I ate, only I had a view of the inside of Mom's left breast, almost to her nipple. The soft swell of her chest mound made my mouth water for more than her French toast.

As I watched my mother, my cock tingled, and the head swelled, pushing the fabric of my boxer briefs and basketball shorts outward and upward. After teasing me, how did my mother think that I wasn't going to run off to the one girl who had already guaranteed me some pussy? How could Mom hope to keep me at home when what I really wanted was--

The shock of an electric spark zapping my brain put a stop to my thoughts, and when they came back, a new question had entered my mind. How far was my mother willing to go to keep me from being sexual with Jenna for the next four years?

Did I want to know?

reel that had lost its tracking, and everything blurred. I didn't know if I wanted to know, but my dick, the nasty mother fucker, who wanted to spread open the little lips between my girlfriend's thighs, had no problem growing

friend down to half-mast. It wasn't easy since I was sneaking glances at my mother's tit while wishing

size of her nub--her fucking

my eyes and other, darker thoughts had also kept my mind occupied, but I had been aware of my mother's nipples. What had started as smooth silk against the jutting swell of her breasts had developed small rises in their surface--rises that had pushed the

fuck reads an entire newspaper? I'm glad he did because the left side of the paper kept his eyes away from my tented shorts. I should have slid from my chair in a half-crouch and slunk away with my back turned to my mother before standing, but I didn't do that. I don't know why, but instead, I pushed my chair back, and as

off, but instead, I jumped onto the couch facing the TV, grabbed the remote, and looked for something to watch. I flipped through the channels, not paying attention, as I looked at the clock and waited for my father to leave the house. By the time he had

available after her half-day summer classes, and a little bit of teasing wasn't going to keep me away from her. But would a whole lot keep me away from her? No. Mom's teasing wouldn't keep me away from Jenna, that's for damn sure, so the question came to me again: How far was my mother willing

do this? Had I driven her insane? No way, she was a rational woman--educated, composed, experienced, and.... Mom walked into the living, just beyond my couch, stopping in front of me, but off

rested upon, with the cloth covering her

to work for a little bit, but then I'm coming downstairs to

Head over there to dive into the next chapter-it's

of school until noon," I said. "And her dad insists on picking her up now instead of

Mom said. "I'll be back in a couple