Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep12

"Hurry up," Mom whispered, her voice catching as I pressed the tips of my thumbs against the bottom of her ass cheeks. I followed the line of her hamstrings from the outside in, all the way to the inward curve down into the softness of her maternal muff. "Do my legs. Now."

I stopped with my thumbs outside of her pussy. They were so damn near the nylon of her panties that my fingers trembled from the heat between her legs. As I pulled them away, I pressed my thumbs harder into her tender flesh and pulled outward, spreading her open between her legs like the velvet curtains of a Broadway stage. Mom's pussy pulled outward, her outer lips slipping past the protection of her thong's covering and giving me a glimpse of her softer, fuller crescents. "Mm," Mom moaned, the sound strained as she bit back the quiet, almost nonexistent sound.

I stopped my thumbs' movement, holding my mother's pussy open from the outside pressure on her inner thighs. Staring at the center of her cunny beneath her panties, I watched as her crimson nylon stuck to her lips, outlining the long slit beneath their fabric. I saw her folds, outer and inner, and the opening between them, where the red of her panties had darkened, growing wetter and--

Holy fuck, my mother was wet with pussy juice.

"I need to go back to work," Mom said, her words coming in a rush that was almost a pant. She pulled away from me, holding her right hand over her breasts as she stood, facing away from me. "I expect you to stay at home while I work." Her voice had trembled as she spoke, though it carried it a hard edge, the edge that I was used to hearing whenever I managed to get myself into trouble.

"Okay," I said.

Mom walked away, leaving me with my hard-on, and when I was sure she was in her office--with windows that faced the backyard--I took out my cock and jerked off hard and fast in full view of her windows. I sprayed my cum onto my stomach before wiping it off with my towel. Satisfied, I jumped back into the pool to cool down.

Had Mom watched me?

I hoped so. ****An Agreement***

She had changed from her bikini into a pleated white tennis skirt that barely reached the middle of her thighs. A tight, dark blue polo shirt with white trim and short-short sleeves covered her upper body. We didn't talk, and Mom made dinner, and we ate, her tits pushing against her top like two perky

had some transparent bras that she liked to

He was too busy mumbling, "My sleepless nights are getting

he mentioned this, I saw my mother's face tighten, but my heartbeat sped up. Had the same thoughts gone through our heads at the same time? I didn't know, but I'd like to think that they did. Despite her reaction, I was eager for my father to start taking his pills again. Even though Mom

after dinner, I went upstairs, saying, "I need to give Jenna a call before she thinks I'm ignoring

Dad watched TV, looked up at me as

mother why her grandson

thoughts kept drifting back to my mother and the promise I had made her. Did I really make her a promise? Do unspoken promises count? I didn't think--so my cock said to me--but Jenna would be there for me in a week, while Mom might end

"tell me how

told her at the start of our conversation. "Mom keeps

a tongue-clicking sound. "Every time that my dad thinks that I'm being naughty with you, he gives me this look, and I just want to say, 'Mark makes my pussy wet, Daddy, deal

"Daddy," I said, laughing.

father," Jenna

I moan-groaned. "That's

for your big, adult dick. Maybe my dad's

dangerously suggestive. My cock grew and grew. Maybe it was for the best if I put an end to Mom's teasing and went straight to Jenna. Why should we torture ourselves by waiting? We could fuck, tell her dad, and call his bluff. It had to be a

mom outside of my