Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep16

Mom turned her head to the side, then, after a deep breath, she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and stepped her right foot sideways, spreading her legs. The point of her pussy stood out with her legs separated and her cunny lips spreading, finding room to breathe and looking much fuller than they had downstairs. I snapped a picture, and I lowered the phone, finding an angle that gave me the best shot of the inside swells of Mom's ass that I could see when looking between her thighs.

"Enough?" Mom asked, her voice tight.

"Could you turn around," I said, making my question a statement. "And grab onto something." I licked my lips. "Lean forward, I mean."

Mom's jaw tightened, and the muscles in her neck rippled. She turned around, giving my eyes the freedom to roam over her ass. The closest thing for her to grab onto her was her chair. With her legs against the seat's edge, she leaned forward, her arms coming up and her hands resting on the headrest, the stance pushing her butt toward the camera.

"Spread your legs a little," I said, breathing hard.

I felt like a pervert for making my mother do this, yet, I also felt a thrill lighten my body, making my shoulders dance and my breath shudder. How could something so wrong make my dick so hard?

I loved it.

I hated it.

want

I whispered. "Mom,

focusing on the tight band of white cloth pressing into her slit, forming a from-behind cameltoe that made my mouth water. I saw

her voice tight and her breathing

in the frame, along with her chair and the window at the side of her desk. The next one, I zoomed in on the precious

I were

along her brow before I said, "I'll see you soon." I left her room, my cock swinging as I turned my body around. I hoped her eyes flickered down to my crotch one more time. She had to know her teasing wasn't going to be enough to satisfy me. She had to know, and so

think about that, coming up with a scenario where I walked into her office with a speech in mind, to allowing her to catch me masturbating face to face, to--to weird, surreal fantasies that bordered on science fiction. In the end, I jerked off to Mom's pictures--making it last as long as I could--fisting several wads of cum into a towel, and then I went downstairs to wait for my mother's

push-ups, pull-ups, squats, and lunges. That last hour convinced me of one thing: I was going to put my mother's determination to keep me from the sex offender's list to the test

a small but loose, cropped, white tank top made of cotton. Her nipples were thick buds against the fabric. The hem of her shirt hung off her little breasts, baring her stomach from her sternum down and back to those tiny panties again. The whiteness of her outfit made her golden

parents when I knew that they were taking me somewhere fun, with fast rides and cotton candy and every treat that a growing boy wanted to get his hands on. Now, though, the treat I wanted was my mother, and her cheeks reddened as my eyes locked onto the pouty pussy between

experience. You won't find the next chapter anywhere else. Happy

said, "It's good