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."

it when the show's over," he said. "If I last that

me, I nodded at her knees anyway. Mom tilted her head, and I lifted my hands, placed my palms together, then spread my fingers open by tilting them away from each other. Mom widened her eyes, and then she looked toward the TV. I sighed without making

Damn it!

it because of

It had to be.

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

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

on it, so it wasn't like her movement would disturb Dad. Not that he'd notice by

show went on, and Dad

thought, throwing my silent words at

only one way to find out. I extended my right foot, the one closest to the back of the couch, with a slower-than-normal motion, making sure that my mother would notice me

deep breath, her apple-sized breasts moving up and down, the tightness of her shirt accentuating the buoyant under-curve of her breasts. I imagined how they'd give under my fingers caresses, and my cock sprung forward as if trying to have a better

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

Good.