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

tablet in my right hand, as I 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 coming from the television in blinking spurts of white, gray, and darker, mood-setting atmospherics. Dad lay on the couch to the right of Mom, swallowed by its size with his head on a

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

a pink, lacy trim, as did her gray boy shorts. They were small shorts, the kind that a teenage girl might

my head, my cock thickened, begging me to take a look between

Dad?" I asked,

on Ne5s.org to catch every twist and turn. The

sleep down here, and you won't get the TV?" Dad asked, then yawned. "Yeah,

you watch your movie? We were talking about colleges today, and I've been looking at some and--" "Whisper," Dad said.

got it,"

danced over her face, striking like lightning as the scenes changed. Her tone may

Mom looked back at the TV. I hit my tablet's touchscreen and opened a text file. I thought for a moment

tablet over to Mom and said,

took it from my hands and read what I had written. She took her time, and I slid

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

to me,