Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep29

I disconnected the call, thinking about my words for the next half hour. Love you. If I loved her, then why was I willing to fool around with my mother? But Mom's the first woman you loved.

Was that my mind, heart, or cock whispering those words of wisdom to me? Logic versus feelings versus horniness--along with a little bit of truth from each of them. Jenna had been my neighbor for my entire life. Our parents had babysat us, and Jenna had been just a little brat until the day she wasn't. Until the I noticed her tits. (That's a good reason to fall in love.) But, I did love Jenna, yet I had never dated anyone else, either.

I picked up my phone and spoke to the voice command, asking, "Mr. Internet: Is it okay for a man to justify cheating on the woman he loves?"

The clock on my phone said it was ten minutes until eight, so I killed the search before it had a chance to answer me, and I left my room for a shower. I didn't need a shitty AI telling me that I was a terrible person. I finished showering after eight and dressed in a pair of basketball shorts with my boxer briefs beneath and a tight shirt. I had my phone in my left hand, ready to take some pictures and videos of my mother before I attempted to do a whole lot more.

I half-trotted downstairs, my muscles were loose, and my steps were light. I didn't see Mom in the living room, though the dark curtains were open, while the transparent curtains remained shut. I peeked into the seldom-used great room, and it was empty as well, so I spun on my heels and walked down the hallway that led straight into the kitchen. Halfway there, I heard the faint sounds of French music, the kind that deserved playtime on an old phonograph. I didn't know French, but my mother did, and I knew she listened to those songs whenever she needed some relaxation in her life. Was that a good sign or a bad sign?

When I exited the shortcut hallway and stepped into the kitchen, I saw Mom in the same position as I had seen her yesterday morning. She sat at the breakfast table with the light streaming into the house through the breakfast area's swinging glass doors. Mom had the morning paper in her left hand, which tilted her body away from me, but not much.

She didn't look at me, and her right arm lay curled around her waist. She wore an off-the-shoulder, rib-knit, long-sleeved T-shirt that was violet in color and seemed to make her flaxen hair brighter. Her elf-queen profile looked sharp this morning, and she was wearing makeup that highlighted the regalness of her features. She sat with her legs crossed, her right over her left, the hem of her shirt barely covering the tops of her thighs while revealing the entire side of her leg and the cheek of her ass to me. Whatever she thought about last night, it hadn't stopped her from wearing a G-string this morning.

That had to be a good sign.

It had to be.

and walked behind the kitchen island, ignoring the fridge and leaning against

morning," Mom said, not

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yes."

night." I placed my phone in front of me, sliding my right forefinger across the screen and selecting the camera icon. "A

voice sounding measured

tingling sensation rode the length of

to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't

out of trouble," Mom said. "How

mother's, then uttering a sigh that made my mother roll her eyes. I smiled.

her head further to the left. Was she smiling? Could I guilt her into a smile, the way I had when I was younger? She must have liked it,

keep last night going, I think--I'm not promising anything--but I think I could stay away from Jenna--sexually--until we were sure we were responsible enough to handle sex." "You think you could?" Mom asked. It sounded like a question, despite her flat delivery. She uncrossed her legs, and her thighs rubbed together in the smallest of movements possible. "I think

cock swelled with my mother's words. The head thickened faster than the body as the corner of her mouth pulled into a smile. "I thought staying away from Jenna last night was what I was doing for you," I

a stress-free month,"

I said, "as long as you keep my mind off