Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep7

I mostly skimmed links to sex stories (many by Mr. Here/MrHereWriting) and actual website entries. Each one that captured my attention said the same thing: Be assertive. Don't let your golden opportunity go to waste. If your mother was coming onto you, then go after her. Don't let your mother run away from you, and don't let the guilt that was bound to set in once she offered herself to you take hold of her soul. Take hold of her soul! That was a bit dramatic--a little over the top--but it also made sense.

Yet, why would I want to test this out?

My cock knew why, but what did a dickhead know?

My fingers danced on my keyboard, not clicking any of the keys, just dancing over them with enough pressure to make the plastic caps rattle and shake. I should have got busy jerking off, but that's when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. "Yeah," I called out as I minimized my porn windows, and my heart jumped to a jogging pace.

"I'm going to go downstairs to clean now," Mom said, speaking through my door. "Just to let you know."

"Okay."

How often had I watched my mother clean? How often did she? Up until today, I had never noticed when Mom cleaned the house. I spent most of my time in my room, sleeping until eleven in the morning because this was my summer to relax. I looked at my clock.

was ten

it sounded like bullshit,

Be assertive.

at your mother. Why not? She's a head-turner. "Why not," I said to my empty room, and I stood from my desk, having to place my palms on the arms of my chair to push myself up. My body weighed a ton, but up

hair into a bun, one of those where the hair swirls about itself with neither a beginning nor an ending. She had donned a gray cotton house shirt that hugged her body and molded to her breasts, emphasizing their softness and shape while detailing her small waist and long, graceful arms. While the shirt had caught my

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just for fun. They were black and small and high-tied along her sides so that they angled downward from her hips to her crotch and her ass. They had loose leg holes, and because of their smallness,

hint of muscle curving her thighs and hamstrings, descended into her calves and down into her tennis shoes, where I could see the white rims of her ankle socks. Her legs looked longer than normal--and they were already long--but that was because her shorts rode upward toward her hips. Fuck

I

before I left the stairway

clean now, but you can just relax and watch TV. I won't bother you." "Sure," I said, my cheeks reddening the moment I saw a light shade of pink blossom across my mother's face. It was like watching the sunrise, and I had to control the sound of my next breath as I filled my lungs with air. "I'll just sit." "Okay," Mom said and turned away from me to run one of those handheld, static dusters over the shelf on the

crawled over the back of the couch, grabbed the remote that lay on the center cushion, and turned the TV on, flipping through channels right away. Mom kept her back to me. I took in the smoothness of her legs and the cusps of her cheek bottoms, where they joined the

see.

Mom was giving me glimpses of her cheeks. I moved on the couch, pushing myself into the corner between the armrest and the backrest, lifting my feet onto the cushions, and pulling my knees up to hide