Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep11

I swallowed as my heart punched the underside of my chest hard enough to make my throat hurt. The world brightened, and I sat on the edge of Mom's chair as my vision swooned, moving left-to-right and left again, like a pendulum. I shivered again, and then I took a deep breath that sounded extra loud to my ears. I released it, then took another, and released that in a tunnel of wind through my lips.

"Are you okay?" Mom asked.

"Yeah," I said as my prick hardened fully. "I'm fine." "Okay," Mom whispered.

The cap to the oil was one of those push-down on one side and spring-up on the other kind, and I depressed it with my thumb and then held the bottle over my mother's back. My eyes stared at the strings of her bikini bra, and I asked, "No tan lines, right Mom?" in a faraway voice.

Mom took a deep breath.

"Mom," I said with enough urgency in my voice to make my suggestion sound like a demand.

"Untie my bra for me," Mom said, "and drop the strings to the sides." The sides, where I could already see the bottom flesh of her breasts, bulging outward as her upper body pushed their roundness into her cushioned chair.

I reached down with my hand, fingers extended, the tips trembling, and I plucked one of the strings of her bra's bow on the first try. I pulled, watching as the string slid through the knot, and the bow shrank and shrank, snapping free and leaving a simple crossover knot. Pulling the string to the side and giving it a shake to loosen it from its partner, I tossed it to the side, and then I grabbed the other string, dropping it to Mom's left side, undressing her back. As the strings landed on the cushions, the cups of Mom's bra fell away, baring the side of her tits to my eyes. My cock jumped, and I pulled my hips back, trying to find room within my shorts for my aching erection. There was no room.

Tilting the bottle of oil, I let a stream of the thick liquid spill from the cap's nozzle. The sunlight caught its burnished gold color, making it sparkle--reminding me of that album cover in my grandmother's collection where honey drops from the comb. The end bulb struck the center of Mom's back. Her spine moved as she reacted to the oil's touch, and I watched as a pool formed over her skin, then slipped to the side in thin rivulets of liquid sex.

Sex.

starting in my heart and radiating outward, finding the pathways through my shoulders and arms and down into my hands, where the energy passed through me and into my mother. "Mm," Mom moaned, but it sounded like a low, muffled groan that she had tried to hold back. Her mouth never opened, and the sound was low and faint, but it was there. My heart raced, and I pushed harder

my fingers into the slope running down to her shoulders. My mother had a firm body, but not too firm, her muscles lying beneath a single layer of feminine softness, giving her body all the hints of having curves while still appearing thin. She had a showgirl's body, a runner's body, a dancer's--the kind of body that deserved admiration, coupled with a beauty that could turn a strong man weak or a hard man

from just

her arm or hand, but I had never stroked her in such a familiar way. There was no other way to rub oil on a person, whether they were a friend, a girlfriend, your mother, or a client at a spa. This was as intimate as two people could physically become,

Sex.

my mother's shoulders and over her arms, straightening each of her arms one at a time and having to tug the first one loose before she gave it up. I ran my hand down her arm, over her small bicep and forearm, my long fingers circling her limb completely. I reached her

full experience. You won't find the

stayed hard, and my excitement rushed through me, pushing through my veins in thick pulses

my hands down her back with my thumbs meeting along her spine. Her skin moved before my fingertips as I fanned them outward, turning them sideways so that they faced my mother's ribs and the sides of her breasts. Oil glistened in the light, and the velvet texture of her flesh sent ripples of desire through my arms. My cock swelled, and out poured a hefty glob of precum that would have given me a thick

If only I could.

like that, I had begun to free myself of every reservation that I had concerning how far I was willing to push my mother

and then curling over Mom's slick back toward the outer bulges of her

whispered rush, "your hands are

They aren't slipping, Mom.

seem small. Her great Motherhood shrunken down to a normal woman, a sexy woman, who was letting me touch her in ways that she never had before. My cock

pressed into my mother's spin, then rowed up and around, and I opened and closed my fingertips. This was no casual massage that I was giving my mother. I caressed her, opening my fingers wide and

was my

deepened. She lay still, mostly, with her lips tight and her eyes unreadable behind her sunglasses. I moved my hands lower, then higher, then lower, nearing the quarter-inch-thick waistband of her