Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep33

"Whatever you do for me," I said, "I won't do to Jenna." I swirled my tongue around her back door, rimming her butthole until she was soaking wet with my spit.

"Oh," Mom whispered. "Oh, god, Mark."

"Reach back, Mom," I said, "and pull your ass open for me."

Mom had been looking forward again, but as her hands came back and her fingers cupped the bottoms of her cheeks, she looked over her shoulder one more time. Mom pulled her ass cheeks open for me. As her buns parted, the lips of her pussy spread as well, and I sighed.

Her inner lips were like rose petals in the sunrise, wet and dewy and sticking together. I saw her thick nectar stretch between her inner lips, as delicate as strands of webbed crystal, and they snapped, bursting into invisible teardrops that dispersed through the air.

I sighed again.

It was past time for a taste of my mother's cunny.

I dragged my right hand from Mom's thigh and over her ass. Once my palm rested squarely on her crack, I pushed upward, beneath her shirt, and to the center of my mother's back. I pushed down on her, saying, "Bend over, Mom. I can't kiss your pussy from this angle." Through her back, I felt my mother's heartbeat rise.

Still holding her cheeks open, she bent over at the waist. I slid my left hand around her thigh to her front, where I supported her hip, and I did the same with my right hand, sliding it around her right side and taking hold of her. My arms tensed as her weight pulled forward, but she was a feather in my hands. Her hair fell about her shoulders, and through her legs, which she had parted, I could see her hair hanging down to the room's wooden floorboards. I moaned as I pressed my tongue against her asshole and licked downward between my mother's cheeks.

again when I licked her perineum, and she gasped as I moved lower and took the bottom curve of her

her gummy cunnyhole. I pushed my tongue forward, sliding easily through her soft lips and right into the pink depths of her tight insides. Sticky wetness greeted my tongue, and it was like her pussy had decided to return my kiss. Wet, hungry sounds that were beyond perverse filled the living room. The longer I kissed my mother's pussy, the louder and wetter the sounds became, and it wasn't long before my mother's knees bent down and then back up in a horny shuffle as

her slit, from the bottom of her hole to the swell of her pleasure-nub. Whenever her clit found my lips, Mom would stop moving, and I'd suck her tiny jewel into my mouth, swishing and pulling it from its hood until Mom pulled her pussy away and humped her slit across my face once more. I could have kept this up forever, but my

surround my cock, I discovered that I wasn't in a rush. There was still so much more to do, but I wanted to come, and if there was one thing I had

with me and keeping her pussy glued to my face, but I could only go back so far before her calves hit the front of the couch, stopping her short as I continued to lean into the backrest. Mom lost her balance and sat down, her butt hitting my stomach and sliding down to my cock, where she sat her pussy along the length of my shaft, pushing it against

Mom moaned when the hardness of my prick pushed into her

exposed skin of her left shoulder. "This keeps me away

panted.

Mom moaned again, her breathing growing ragged as I pushed my hands deeper between her legs, sliding them along her inner thighs until I bracketed the triangle of her soaking wet muff between my thumbs and

squeezed her pussy lips together, puffing out her folds and squishing her

and pulling out, puffing her lips outward like the meat of a burger patty. I reached inward, feathering her slit and wetting my fingers, then running their tips along the length of her

feet settling atop of mine. She pushed down, then, and using her leverage, she ground her ass on my cock, sending bolts of pleasure through

fingers to push my middle finger into her pussyhole, then she stroked my finger, guiding me in and out of her channel by feel. Her left hand found my left hand, and she pulled my

my lips against her shoulder. I could

soaked my lap, and my shorts lay wetly against my knob, plastered to them as if I had spilled

my cock up against her ass. Mom's moans grew louder, as did mine. Her pussy tightened, despite the cream dripping from her wet channel. My cock strained, aching, and seeking a way to tear

fingers guiding mine over her clit, moving faster in a circular motion that gently ground her pearl against her pubic bone. "Oh, god,