Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep27

"Then hurry up and come."

I wanted to do so much more to her, but the crown of my cock was a knot of tingling nerve-endings whose need for release had spilled into my thighs. I felt as though I were floating, carried on a prickling cloud that had hollowed out my insides with soul-shaking adrenaline.

"I'll come later," I whispered, almost panting, my words hurting my throat. "But you're gonna come now."

Mom opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, I pushed aside the gusset of her panties, and the tips of my middle and forefinger found her clit on the first try. Her mouth opened, but no sound left her lips. Her face tightened, tensing into a moment of pleasure with her eyes narrowing and her lips puckering. The muscles in her neck went taut. My fingers slid through the dewy crease of her pussy, pushing against the pink flesh behind her lips and above her hole, and then my fingers sank into her muffin as they followed that line downward.

"Uh," Mom moaned from the back of her throat, surprise and shock painted on her face.

My digits followed the curving of her inner channel. I didn't go deep. Instead, I hooked my fingers through her wetness, pressing the tips against the underside of her mound as my thumb continued forward and wiggled between the thickness of her upper cunny lips. I knew I was beneath my mother's clit, and I pushed my thumb higher in a hurry. I didn't stop until my mother's body jumped as if electrified, and she uttered another moan through her trembling lips. "That's it, Mom," I whispered in a rush. "Just let me touch you, and I'll stay away from Jenna."

Mom didn't move. Had Jenna's name caused her to freeze in place? Or was it because I had two fingers inside of her pussy, my thumb on her clit, and my ring finger pressing into the crack of her ass while my pink finger rested along the bottom of her right cheek? I didn't know, but I wasn't about to ask.

Please, God, help me make my mother come, I prayed, and then I started moving my fingers between the squishiness of her pink, maternal walls.

whisper-moaned, her face

tight, squeezing me with ridged muscles and a deeper strength I hadn't

across the underside of my mother's mound. Her G-spot, so the pornstars said. So the internet said.

and perfect for squeezing around my mother's clitoral hood. I bit back a moan. I couldn't strip my mother naked right now and squeeze her pussy lips together, hugging her clit with her clam's outer shell no matter how much I wanted to. Next time, I told myself, next

her lower lip, and with each turn of her clit and massage of her insides, her chin twitched to the left or right, her eyes narrowing and her brows spasming. From her pussy came a messy amount of honey-thick nectar, staining my hand

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shot upward, and her thighs opened and closed, squeezing my hand, then releasing it, then squeezing it. The scent of her sweet musk filled my nostrils and probably the whole damn living room. I breathed it in deeply as my left hand pushed its way under my

to get this big son-of-a-bitch into my mother--but not tonight. I wanted to cry as that thought hit me, but I wanted

harder I worked my mother's pussy, matching the rhythms of my hands together. As I synchronized their movements, Mom's and my pleasure seemed to intertwine. Every time I

my glans' corona, Mom's pussy channel constricted, and she raised her left palm to her mouth. A look of

and feet, trapping my hand between her sweaty thighs, keeping my fingers lodged inside of her as her ass lifted from the couch, bucking

bending upward and back as my thighs tensed and my ass cheeks clenched. The pressure in my balls released, shooting up and around and then through my cock, filling my shaft with cum before it exploded into my

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my jockeys and wet my fingers. My moans continued, riding the wispy strands of my breath, impossible for anyone but my mother or myself to hear. I pushed my fingers hard into my mother's cunny, straightening them and mashing my knuckles against her pussyhole, my thumb sliding up her clitoral hood and over her pubic hairs, my fingers clamping onto her pubic bone as though I owned her. I fought for depth inside of her channel, and when a low moan escaped my mother's lungs, the sound was sexy enough to force one last aftershock of cum to shake my system, emptying my balls of every ounce of