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.

sound. "Your father

hadn't sounded like she

hard against me. I was on an upward slide, and as our movements collided, Mom released a ragged breath that sounded like a

felt the dampness of her muff soaking her satin boyshorts. My pinky finger, still against her mound, was as slippery as my fingers got whenever I dipped

up and come," Mom mumbled through her clenched teeth, her

how much better would the next time be if I made my mother come with me? I wanted--no--I needed her teasing to be something she

me, her fingers springing open and her legs spreading wide as if electrified. Her eyes opened as she turned her 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, lifting, and swinging her

at me as the light bathed her in shades of

eyes as I placed my palm on the inner meat of

leghole of her shorts lay in a wave, the peak giving my 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

sent squiggly rays of pleasure through my arm. My knob swelled, and a soft buzzing massaged my balls, forcing my sack to constrict

Mom said in a low,

wetness in the