Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep23

Jenna's moans grew louder as her fingers worked her clit hard and pussyhole deep, making wet, sloshy sounds that tightened my balls.

"Short shorts and tank tops," I said. "Tight shirts without a bra. Make sure your nipples are hard." I moaned, stroking my dick faster. "Leave your shower robe open around the house." Jenna moaned, nearly sobbing as she finger-fucked her pussy with growing speed.

"Wear loose shorts without panties." Would she? "And let him see up the leg holes."

"Oh, yeah," Jenna moaned. "I could sit on his lap, too."

I moaned.

"I could make him think that I'm going crazy without your cock in me." Jenna's pussy glistened with her juices. "And I am, baby. I need your big fucking dick in my pussy so bad!"

She did, I could see that, as much as I needed her pussy--as much as we needed to be together. After we had come, Jenna needed to come again. This time she turned around, getting on her knees and showing off her slit from behind. We talked about her father and how nasty it would be for her to tease him with her precious teen body. By the time she had come, her pussy was a dripping mess of sticky honey and yummy creamy.

"I'm going to do it," Jenna said afterward. "I'm gonna tease the fuck out my father, and he's gonna let me have your dick. It's showtime, baby."

I laughed, thinking, God damn it, Mom, what have you started?

Downstairs with Mom

headed downstairs. I had dressed in a pair of loose, black basketball shorts and a body-fitting workout shirt of matching color. The downstairs was as dark as I had hoped, with the light

they'd reach Mom or Dad over the explosions and shell bursts of the war movie they were watching. When I rounded my side of the back couch, Mom turned her head, the surprise on her face making me smile as much as her outfit did. Had she expected me sooner or not at all? It didn't matter, because

spread under the pressure of trying to contain her breasts and reveal her twin mounds almost to her nipples. Her shirt had a pink, lacy trim, as did her gray boy shorts. They were small shorts, the kind that a teenage girl might wear despite being too small for her body. The smallest portion of Mom's butt would hang out if she stood, showing off that smile at the bottom of her cheeks--the crease that formed where her hamstring met the meat of her ass. The shorts were small but not tight, and the leg holes didn't lay flush against her thighs.

thickened, begging me to take a look between my mother's legs as

I asked,

every

down here, and you won't get the TV?" Dad

"You won't mind if I talk to Mom while you watch your movie? We were talking about colleges today, and I've been looking at some and--" "Whisper," Dad said. "Whisper, and let me fall

got it," I

lightning as the scenes changed.

hit my tablet's touchscreen and opened a text

slid my tablet over to Mom and said, "Have a look

from my hands and read what I

Mom raised her right hand and brushed her fingertips across the tablet's border. She took even breaths, then her fingers typed, punching the keys with quick strikes, hitting backspace, then moving more slowly. I didn't read her words so much as I watched her graceful

the tablet back to me, and it