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--"

face. "Don't say anything. Just"--she licked her lips, her face tight,

I said, frowning. "It's driving me crazy. I need to see

Mom said, letting my name hang in

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

to my face, I said,

I turned to leave.

her voice sharp.

watched as she finished her refill of 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 her

vision narrowed, focusing on

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.

that your father has never seen me wear. I can wear them for you, and only

deflating as

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

videos, for when you're alone," Mom

thought she was about

out of the house?" I asked, my

"Yes," Mom whispered.

but I managed to croak out the word, "Okay," before Mom could say anything else to

said, her

don't know how long I can hold out. I mean"--I swallowed, and my voice started to tremble--"you're not a normal-looking woman. You're"--I shook my head--"perfect." Mom lowered her

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

***Panties and a Shirt***

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