Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep32

An odd sound escaped my mother's lips, sounding like a half-sob. I raised my eyes to her face and saw that she was trembling. Her lips, her eyes, and her expression twitched in a mixture of shame and rosy-cheeked desire. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to slide my tongue against her lips and into her mouth, where she'd be hot and wet, as wet as the beautiful cleft between her thighs, where came a heavenly perfume that thickened my member and ignited my desires. "Mom," I said, "I need to touch you again. I need to press my lips against you, or Jenna's virginity won't be safe from my cock."

"Mark," Mom panted, "the things you're saying to me...."

I know, I thought. I don't know where these words are coming from either.

"Do you want me to stop saying them?" I asked.

Mom didn't speak, but eventually--and it was a long, cock-throbbing eventually--she shook her head from left to right and back again, several times. They were small movements, maybe an inch in either direction, but she did shake her head. She couldn't look at me. From the corner of her left eye, a single, perfect teardrop fell.

It was a storybook tear.

A happy ending tear.

My heart slowed.

My mother was mine.

cock throbbing and my knob torturing me as my briefs rubbed against its

"stand up and face away from me." I squeezed her

her to do. Her off-the-shoulder long-sleeved shirt hid her right shoulder but exposed her left, the dainty slope from behind was cute enough to nibble. Her long hair hung down to the middle of her back, longest in the center and getting shorter closer to the sides, forming a downward pointing arrowhead. She had her hands in front of her, with her shirt rolled up around her waist, exposing her perfect, pear-shaped ass. Across her waist lay the impression of her panties, their tightness leaving their mark, but they were quickly darkening back to gold. Mom stood less than a foot away from the couch. I was near the edge, but I was also sitting back far enough to appreciate the sight before me. I loved how her small ass had some shape but was still

pink clam

had licked her juices from my fingers last night--licked my fingers until every trace of her flavor coated

a deep

time. Holy shit, I was

hands to my mother's hips and took them in my grasp. For the rest of her life, Mom would be keeping it in the family. Mom turned her head to the left as far as she

as I moved my lips lower, finding the depression of her crack and wiggling a kiss into her center groove. I kissed lower, shifting my body on the couch, giving myself enough room to taste my mother's curves. My tongue came out on its own, licking Mom's skin. It was as if I could taste her warmth. I watched small, whitish goosebumps rise across the surface of her flesh, and the finest of hairs on

them back, digging my fingers into her cheeks and pulling them apart as I laid the bottom of my