Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Chapter 841

Mom Does Anything:>Ep14

Dad mumbled something as I rose and turned to my left, hiding my semi-inflated sausage from his eyes in case he turned his head to watch me walk across the couch. Instead, I walked behind my couch, alongside the foyer, and down the narrow hallway along the stairs that cut across the living and dining rooms straight into the kitchen. I found Mom standing against the inside of the kitchen island, sipping on wine. I noticed that I could hear the faint sounds of the TV from where we stood.

"What are you doing?" Mom asked, her voice stern, and her eyes narrowed in a glare that I could only call petulant.

"What am I doing?" I asked, keeping my voice low though I probably didn't have to. "What are you doing?" "Mark--"

"I know what you're doing. You're--"

"Don't say it--don't say it--don't say it," Mom said like a jackrabbit thumbing its food and shaking her head as her glare deepened.

I kept my mouth shut. We stared at each other. Mom's expression softened as I did my best to remain neutral. I didn't want to blow this.

She sipped her wine.

I watched, then I asked, "Can I have a sip?"

Mom, who had never allowed me a drink before, handed me her half-full glass. I took a long drink, not enjoying the spicy flavor, but I drank it anyway, then handed the nearly empty glass back to her. She refilled it, and we stood there, staring at each other in silence.

"Mom," I finally said, "You can't keep doing this to me."

Mom flinched.

"I know you think it's for the best, but look at me." I looked at my semi-hard cock that was already coming back to life as my mother dropped her gaze downward. "Is this what you wanted? To give me a--"

returning to my face. "Don't say anything. Just"--she licked her lips, her

"It's driving me crazy. I need to see Jenna

Mom said, letting my name

do to me!" It was a harsh whisper that I gave her--an accusation.

my face, I said, "I know you mean well, but this isn't enough. I'm seeing Jenna tomorrow." I shrugged, knowing that a helpless, I'm sorry, expression shimmered across my face. "I have

I turned to leave.

her voice sharp.

wine. She set her glass on the island's marble top, and then she lowered her hands to her skirt. My heart stuttered, then jumped into a sprint. She grabbed the hem of her tennis skirt and inched it upward, taking her time, the tops of

vision narrowed, focusing on my mother

stopped just below the bottom of her muff, only for a second before continuing upward and showing me a pair of small, white panties. They were nothing more than a tiny triangle covering her inner lips and mound, leaving so much of her tender labia exposed that I sighed aloud. Her sun blonde pubic hairs reached above the low-slung

has never seen me wear. I can wear them

my insides deflating as I stared at her

rising and falling as though she were sprinting. "I can wear them and a shirt for you every day while your father is out of

when you're alone," Mom said, panting. "Just don't

thought she was

the house?" I

"Yes," Mom whispered.

took forever before my lips moved, but I managed to croak out the word, "Okay,"

Mom said, her voice

I said, "I don't know how long I can hold out. I mean"--I swallowed, and my voice started

I realized that she wasn't going to speak. I nodded before leaving, and I went up to my room, where I took my dick out and came, then came again, then came one more time before going to bed without sending Jenna

***Panties and a Shirt***

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