Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep31

"Mom," I said, my voice sounding far away to my ears. "Your pussy would be even prettier if you weren't wearing your panties."

Mom's next breath trembled as she pulled air into her lungs.

"Please?" I curled my fingers, rubbing the tips over Mom's sensitive flesh. "Seeing wouldn't be the same as touching." I looked up at her. She had her eyes locked on my hand, but she must have felt me staring because she raised her gaze to meet mine. "I was going to see Jenna today, but I don't have to."

"You can see Jenna," Mom whispered. "You just can't do anything sexual with her."

"Then I won't do anything sexual with her," I said, "if you help me with those urges." Mom closed her eyes.

I pushed my hand forward, dragging her hand along for the ride. My fingertips met the leg band of her panties, and her pussy seemed to swell towards my digits. The dew between her lips had pasted her panties to the softness of her muff, and her pussy looked eager and desperate for my attention.

"Keep your eyes closed," I said as gently as I could. "I'm going to take your panties off you... and keep them for myself."

had no idea that I was going to

Mom trembled.

She visibly trembled.

Mom whispered, keeping her hand on

I moved down her flesh, welcomed by her heat and the guidance she offered me. My fingertips moved between her legs, my eyes

the outer nylon band of her panties, then moved upward, using the fabric as a pathway to her waistband. As my finger moved upward, my thumbs followed behind, and I pressed against the outer edges of my mother's thicker pussy lips, squeezing their softness gently

palms pressing

feral growl rumbled through my chest

they pushed against the outer edge of Mom's panties, touching damp skin and slipping half an inch beneath them. The heat from my mother's labia and mound seared my skin, and a cloud-like tingling surrounded my balls. My knob came to life with extra-sensory perceptions, and I had to pull my thumbs from my mother's panties before I wasted my morning

they were harp strings, and Mom moved her palms back and forth across my hands. Her breathing had quieted, but it was still ragged, and as I curled my fingertips beneath the elastic, Mom's breath caught. I pulled downward. Her

legs, not once breaking contact with her G-string. With my arms outside of her legs, she seemed so small to me. So easy to take from. So easy to have. I pulled her panties down her hips and around her ass. Mom had to lift her butt from the cushion before I could slide them around the bottom of her

of

as I told her to do. Lifting her small left foot first, then her right, and setting them back down the moment I pulled her panties out from under her. I set them by her phone, her pussy scent drifting toward my nostrils and blooming within my nose. My cock thickened, and I fought the urge to grab my cock and jerk it until I was