Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep26

Mom pushed on my wrist again. I held myself firm, fighting her resistance and sinking the side of my ring finger into her pussy's tender folds. Mom arched her back, pushing her titties and thick nipples outward, and I wiggled my little finger, slipping two knuckles beneath her panties. She uttered a soft whimper as my digit slid against her mound. Her pubic hairs feathered my skin, the strands softer and fuller than the finest threads of silk. "Mark," Mom whispered.

I didn't answer her. Instead, I sawed my hand through my mom's thighs, up and down, doing my best to get my finger sandwiched between her folds while hoping that I'd rub her clit with my motions. It's not like I hadn't touched a pussy before. I had Jenna, and we had practiced often, and as Mom continued the pressure against my wrist with her hand, she added a new pressure, on purpose or by accident, I didn't know, but I felt the thrust of her hips against me as if trying to dislodge my fingers.

"Stop," Mom whispered.

"No," I whispered back, my voice lower and more forceful than hers.

"Please?"

I pushed harder against her pussy as I ran my little finger across her damp pubic hairs.

"I could always go to Jenna," I said.

a frustrated sound. "Your father

like she

sounded like a muted whimper. I pushed down with unstoppable determination, trying to use the same path as before, and Mom's next breath trembled. I did it again, and Mom closed her eyes and turned

hand through her thighs, rubbing her pussy hard. I swore I felt the dampness of her muff soaking her satin boyshorts. My pinky finger, still against her mound, was

her clenched teeth, her voice breaking. "Finish

the next time be if I made my

head toward me. I slid away from her a little, just a little, not much, and I bent forward, sliding my right arm under her knees,

at me as the light bathed her in shades

her eyes as I placed my palm on the inner meat of

fingers access into her shorts. I pushed inside. Mom inhaled deeply as my fingers made contact with the crux of her thigh and swept inward, following the slope of her skin until I had fully cupped the wet heat between her legs. Mom's breath caught, and she turned her wide eyes to the right, staring at the TV as her

several moments. The warmth between her legs sent squiggly rays of pleasure through my arm. My knob

said in a low,

holding her wetness