Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep24

See, I wrote after switching back to the text file. How do you expect me to stay away from her?

There are WOMEN your age.

But I love Jenna, I typed, my skin tingling and my cheeks warming. The only other woman I love is you.

I moved my fingers away from the tablet, placing them on the outside of my right thigh; only this time, I brushed my knuckles against Mom's skin. My eyes moved from the tablet to her profile, stopping to admire the soft slope of her rising and falling breasts and the hard nipples poking through their cotton, under-lit by the tablet's white glow. Upward, my gaze continued to her Viking-like features, taking in her lean jaw and full lips, her prominent cheeks, and the fay-like quality of her composition.

Mom stared down at the tablet, her lips slightly parted, and the urge to move forward and plant a kiss on them radiated through me with the strength of a gunshot. I looked away from Mom, over to Dad, and then back at the screen--my cock had thickened in that time, forcing a soft mmm reaction in my throat and a slight clenching of my eyes.

Mom hadn't answered. I looked at her again. Her head turned, angling to the left, her eyes latching onto my crotch and the growing tent in my lap. Mom's gaze sent a tingle through my cock, the head perking up as my shaft surged forward, pushing my knob against my shorts in a spear-like thrust. This time I groaned aloud.

Mom slapped my thigh.

I brushed my fingers against her bare leg before I typed, See what your plan is doing to me? I tapped the screen as if thinking, which I was, but I was only thinking about how long to wait before I started typing again. I have porn to jerk off to, but I don't want to come alone. You're not helping me unless you have a way to take care of me.

There was a moment of hesitation, and then Mom typed, Why isn't looking at me enough for you? Her eyes moved to my cock again. I swear I saw a tremor run through her as she took her next breath. I'm your mother.

I didn't hesitate. My fingers flashed across the tablet, typing, And that's why you're the only woman I can cheat on Jenna with.

distant vibration while my senses concentrated on my mother. Cheat. I had typed cheat. Mom's following inhale echoed in my ears as though it were one of my own breaths. She turned her head, looking at Dad, and my eyes followed her gaze. He lay deep within the couch, on his

back at

the tablet's soft keyboard. This is her game. It stops when she says no... and means it. A chill ran through me. What had I meant by 'and means it'? I pressed the back of my hand against my mother's thigh until I met resistance, then I slid it upward, turning my pinky to the right along my mother's skin. A shiver

you know what I love most

for the keyboard. When she did, her fingers moved by the millimeter, their forward momentum almost nonexistent, but when their tips contacted the keypad, she typed in a rush, What? I moved much quicker than my mother. Your pubic hair. I love the way your blonde curls stick up over the waistband of the little panties you wore for me today. I heard Mom's quick inhale. I didn't even know that Moms were allowed to own panties that small. I glanced at

Mom said nothing.

dress like

to me, taking her time and hitting backspace more than

lets me talk to her that way. She likes it. I slid my hand across her thigh, following the inward curve and getting my middle, ring, and pink fingers between

Ñe5s.org to catch every twist and turn. The next chapter awaits,

at me, then

ones. I squeezed her thigh again.

over the screen. You have to delete them. ;She looked at me

Why?

Don't be stupid.

I typed, I'll get rid of them if you let me touch you. I tapped the screen several times before I continued. Right now. Mom stared at the screen. I stared at her.

right next to

toward me. I stayed focused on the screen as I wrote,

No.