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 could

to." Mom hadn't sounded like she

our movements collided, Mom released a ragged breath that sounded like a muted whimper. I pushed down with

her muff soaking her satin boyshorts. My pinky finger, still

her clenched teeth, her voice breaking. "Finish

knob. I wanted to come--god, how I wanted to come--but how much better would the next time be if I made my

sliding my right arm under her knees, lifting, and swinging her legs toward me. Mom spun on her butt as I brought her knees up and sat her feet next to me on the couch. Her toes touched my thigh as she leaned against the couch's armrest. I pulled my arm from beneath her knees and pushed my hands between her shins, forcing her left leg against the back of the couch and her right toward the

you doing?" Mom hissed at me as the light bathed her in shades of silver

I whispered, looking into her eyes as I placed my

I pushed my hand down her thigh. The loose 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

creamy, hot pussy in my palm for several moments. The warmth between her legs sent squiggly rays of pleasure through my arm. My knob swelled,

in

holding her wetness in the palm of my