Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep17

I followed her to the kitchen island, talking to her as she made herself a snack of fruits cut down to bite-sized portions. Every slice of her knife made her titties shake. Mom knew I was looking at them because sometimes she'd say, "Don't stand with your head hunched; it's bad for your posture." Then she'd go back to cutting with a smile on her face. When she had finished cutting her fruits, she pushed her plate to the right so that it lay between us, but I wasn't in the mood to snack on an array of neatly assorted fruits.

I pulled out my camera, snapping more pictures of her, her cheeks filling with pink with every click of the button. She continued eating even as the digital shutter snapped away. We talked about my senior year of high school, about college, about the possibility of me getting a job to keep me busy.

I laughed when she said that, but then I said, "I think a job would be good for me, but I'm not going to let it ruin my social life." I smiled at her. "I have commitments."

Mom's lips tightened, but then she put her hands together and stretched them over her head, inverting her palms and arching her back. Her breasts pushed toward me, her nipples hard and thick as they attempted to cut through her shirt. She stretched so high that she rose onto her tiptoes, and maybe she meant to, or maybe she didn't, but the barest hint of the bottom of her breasts came into view. I snapped a quick picture, and Mom relaxed and went back to eating. Meanwhile, I stared at her picture, my cock throbbing as I admired the bottom roundness of her tits. As Mom talked about something, college, I think, and that perhaps it would be best if I went to school somewhere out of the state so that I could get a taste of the real world on my own.

"Yeah, that's the reason I should go to school out of state," I said.

Mom continued talking, and I moved from where I was, walking around her. Mom's eyes followed me, and then she turned her head over her right shoulder as far as she could as I stopped several feet behind her and then backed up several feet more.

"Well...." Mom said, still trying to look at me.

little," I said, making my question a statement the way I had upstairs

plucking a strawberry from the plate. Her hand went up, and the strawberry disappeared as Mom brought it to her mouth. I pictured her full lips opening and the deep red of the strawberry touching the bed of her tongue, her fingers clutching the stem and holding the strawberry lightly

I stared down at her ass and the white string riding her crack.

left and then the right, widening her stance. Her outer labia pulled to the sides, so smooth and tender, giving

as I knelt. "And stick your butt out." I didn't

snapped. "Don't talk to me like that.

pulse shot through my cock, dropping a thick load of sticky precum into my shorts. "It's a great view, Mom. I don't think Jenna could look this good from here,

When I was younger, and Mom would take me to the park, she always made that sound about an hour after I had first begged her for just one more push on the swing, or one more slip down the slide or one more anything, and Mom would give--my mother

My cock throbbed again.

spine barely visible, the little bumps pushing against her sensual skin, and her legs straightened, making her muscles go taut and adding a sexy firmness to the swan-like grace

whispered, my voice not as shaky as it

how far Mom was willing to go, and

yet," in a low growl, and she made

said I could