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***

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 orbs outlined by the faintest impressions of a bra. It must have been a thin bra, maybe lace or something transparent, I didn't know, but my mind spent most of its time

that she liked to

"My sleepless nights are getting worse. Can you believe that? They just

they'd come back in an endless cycle of hell for him. When 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 was wearing a short tennis skirt that showed off her slender legs down to her little, bare feet with their perfect toes and elegant arches,

saying, "I need to give Jenna a call

a book on the couch while Dad watched TV, looked up at me as I

said, "Yeah, remember it. I don't want to have to explain to my mother why her grandson had to drop out of

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

"tell me how hard your

and continuing the lie I had told her at the start

made 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," I said, laughing.

Jenna

"That's so fucking

know, right?" Jenna giggled. "The dirtier this gets, the jucier my pussy gets for your big, adult dick.

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

you nasty girl," I whispered. "I can hear my mom outside of my door. I think she's pacing. I'll send you