Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep15

I had stopped as soon as I had entered the kitchen, and my eyes slid from Mom to the table, where her striped pajama pants lay neatly folded atop her pajama shirt, along with a white, half-cup bra made of transparent threads. My cock thickened. The swelling was so tangible that I felt every blood vessel in my shaft expand until my thickness throbbed from root to tip.

"Morning," Mom said, not looking up from her coffee and paper.

"Morning," I said, my voice breaking like a kid's going through puberty.

Mom laughed, almost spilling her coffee, but she still didn't look at me. This was supposed to be business as usual, and I understood that, so I told myself.

While I did understand our arrangement, that didn't mean I was only going to take my glances as they came. I made myself some cereal and stood on the inside half of the island, leaning against the marble top with my vision in line with Mom's profile. I stared at her naked thigh, her hip, the outer half of her ass cheek, and her bare midriff. It was too bad she had her chair pulled in close to the table; otherwise, I'd at least get to see her back and her cheeks down to the chair's seat, but she'd have to stand soon enough.

Mom read her paper, and she let me watch as she sipped her coffee, taking her time and pretending as if I wasn't there, perving on her in ways a good son never would. I spent time admiring her breasts. Her shirt was so thin and tight that I could see how her nipples created a darker shade of color against the fabric. Her areoles looked small and beaded with goosebumps, but it was her nipples that stole the show.

They had been hard when I had entered the kitchen, but I swear I watched them thicken further, becoming larger at their peak while tightening near their base. God, if only I could talk my mother into walking around in her bra and panties, or better still, nothing at all. Shoveling a mouthful of cornflakes into my mouth to hide a moan, I pressed my cock against the island and enjoyed the pressure running through my shaft.

Mom placed her paper down and pushed her coffee aside. She lifted her arms above her head, her long fingers interlaced, and she arched her back as she stretched upward. Her little titties reached upward, the morning light from the patio creating a halo of sunshine around her body, and then she exhaled and pushed her chair away from the table.

"I need to get to work," Mom said, turning to look at me for the first time that morning. "You'll be around when I take my first break?"

but my memory to preserve this moment. You can take pictures and

if she were deciding what side of her body to reveal to me first. Was she? Maybe, I don't know, but I was eager to see both

what a floss-like band of nylon running through your mother's crack looks like, and it's another to see it live and in person when she wants you to see it. It's like she's naked, but not. The string lying

over her mound. It was a small triangle, like last night, about an inch of her sunny-hued landing strip visible above the waistline, as the rest of her mound, hips, and thighs lay smooth and exposed to my eyes. The

not polite to chew with

mouth, my

moment to calm myself, but then I chased her down the hallway, watching as her ass rolled with her strides, her butt cheeks sliding against the G-string running through her crack. When she turned at the foyer and walked up the stairs, I followed, but I also waited for my mother to get five steps above me before I chased her up the

like a hammock trying to contain too much weight. The way her pussy meat bulged and rolled, trapped in

Mom--ran, not speed-walked, but ran--catching her office door a moment before it clicked shut. Mom turned around, puckered her lips, but then she said, "I need to work." She looked at me, first into my eyes, and then she glanced down at the hard-on poking against my

be downstairs in a couple of

I nodded my head.

She looked relieved.

had she thought I had come here

the pictures I could take, and I thought, 'I don't have enough pictures of you,' at the

words from last night, but finally, she

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