Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep30

"Just like that for the first couple of pictures," I said.

Mom sat still, facing forward with her hands in her lap. I snapped a picture, making sure to capture all of her. I couldn't see her nipples through the thickness of her shirt, but I imagined them to be puckered tightly and as hard as diamonds. I took another picture, zooming in on the exposed side of her ass, cropping her upper body out of the picture. I could show my friends that picture one day, and they'd never know....

The thought of bragging about my mother to my friends without them knowing who I was talking about sent a chill through my cock and a buzzing through the soles of my feet that curled my toes. I liked it when my friends checked out Jenna. I liked knowing I had someone they could never have. Another chill went through me, turning my nipples sensitive, and I scratched my chest, the prickling sensations causing me to shiver.

I looked up from my phone's viewer and looked at my mother. "Mom," I said, "can you turn on the couch and face me, like last night." My heart sped up. Not as hard as it would have before last night's finger session, but hard enough to make my body tingle and my blood rush. "You can keep your legs together... for the first few pictures."

Mom looked at me. I saw defiance in her eyes, but she wore an expression of bratty sullenness that I found adorable. She did as I told her to do, lifting her feet and turning toward me, keeping her knees and feet together, so her shins created a wall that hid her pussy from me. I snapped several pictures, and though Mom dropped her eyes from me and looked toward the back of the couch, I didn't think that she was mad at me. Her eyes appeared to be looking inward as if contemplating some inner turmoil that was too terrible to ignore. (That may have sounded dramatic, but I needed to believe that Mom's desire for me was as strong as my desire for her.)

Fight your conscience, Mom. Fight it.

I snapped more pictures, saying, "Turn your eyes toward me," as I did.

Mom did as I told her to do. Her eyes looked big, with an accusing light that made my cock harder as the pressure in my balls grew stronger. My sack constricted. Was this turning Mom on as well? Was her conscience fighting the sexiness of this moment? Was it easier for me because I had been a child growing up and adoring a grown woman while Mom had been a grown woman adoring a child who had become a man, with manly desires? The weight of that on her conscious would have crushed most people, but here was my mother, who had let me jerk off on her yesterday morning and who had let me finger her last night--I doubt there was anyone in the world who could have understood her mind at that moment.

said in a near whisper.

my eyes, her smile vanished, replaced by a sullen, resentful half-glare. "Spread your knees for me, Mom," I said, moving closer to her. "The way Jenna wants to spread her thighs for me, but I'm resisting her because

tilted her head, her eyes widening and her

living room. "I still need to delete her

room," Mom said. "I was going to remind

harsh, swirling tingle circled my knob and glans, and I shuddered as precum escaped the tip of my cock. "Can you lift your shirt above your panties for me,

wearing snow-white panties that seemed extra bright against her tan skin. As her shirt continued to her waistlines, Mom's straw-light pubes

for dressing this way for me." I licked my lips, not because I didn't know what to say, but because my cock was near to bursting, and my

trembled, then they spread into a

Mom's left knee hit the back of the couch while her right knee hovered over the floor beyond the edge of the cushion. She turned her feet onto their outer edges, bringing them together, and she sat with her legs resembling a wide-open bear trap

and taking what I wanted. My vision narrowed, focusing on the visible flesh beneath my mother's panties, and as the primal desire to take what I wanted settled over me, my mother's voice cut through my near loss of control, bringing me back

picture," Mom whispered, her voice thick and husky. "I need to

pussy squished and contained beneath her too-tight panties, then I looked at the viewscreen, then back at my mother. Snap. I lowered my phone, stared between my mother's legs, then raised the

escaped my lips when the first of Mom's juices became visible