Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep13

Fuck, there were too many variables to digest, so I tried to slow down my thoughts as I descended from the top of the stairs into the TV-lit foyer and living room. Mom, sitting on the back couch with her back against the armrest, turned her head to the left and gave me a long look. I smiled, and she watched me as I walked around the couch and sat opposite her. She had her knees up and together, along with her calves and feet, creating a wall that hid her panties from my eyes. I leaned back against the couch's arm, bringing my feet onto the couch. Mom looked at me, watching as the soft light flashed across my body. Dad yawned.

"Did you already take your pill?" I asked my dad.

"Yeah," he yawned again. "I haven't had a good sleep in days."

I hadn't noticed--what an asshole I was.

"Gonna go upstairs?" I asked.

"You want the TV?"

"No." I shook my head, though he was lying on his back with his head on a pillow, staring at the TV. "Just making conversation."

he said. "If I last that

together, then spread my fingers open by tilting

Damn it!

it because

It had to be.

reassurance that I hadn't done anything with Jenna--over the phone. How was I going to do that? Fuck it, I was going to press my luck, and I could assure Mom later that her son had followed her rules, ;mostly. Was talking dirty to my willing eighteen-year-old

and I stretched out my legs, pulling short of touching Mom with my feet. Her skirt lay a tiny bit above the middle of her lap, both atop and along the sides, while the back lay bunched against the back of the couch. The pleats were perfect and rectangular, layered, her long legs illuminated by the bluish-silver of the TV

pull her skirt up? She wasn't sitting on it, so it wasn't like her movement would disturb Dad. Not that he'd notice by the way he was

show went

now, I thought, throwing my silent words

the one closest to the back of the couch, with a slower-than-normal motion, making sure that

up and down, the tightness of her shirt accentuating the buoyant under-curve of her breasts. I imagined how

back of the couch, pulling Mom's skirt with me, baring her skin. Mom's head tilted to the left, her eyes down for a moment before looking forward again. I kept moving her skirt, back and back, back as far as the curve of her ass and exposing the naked side of her left cheek. She must have been wearing a thong or nothing. The thought made my balls warm as my thoughts went back to my mother's perfect cheek. When I ran my toe across my mother's skin, she brought her left hand down and pushed my foot away,

Good.