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.

tickled her rear door. She moaned again when I licked her perineum, and she gasped as

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

flexing. She found a sensual rhythm as my tongue traveled the length of 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

be willing to take my dick, but despite my craving to feel her silky heat 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

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 my thighs and causing an unbearable strain of pleasure to tighten

of my

my lips against the exposed skin of

Mom panted.

between her legs with my fingers pointed down, and I spread her open. 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 forefingers. The tips of my middle finger rested on her perineum while my ring and pinky

pussy lips together, puffing out her folds and squishing

times, pushing in 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

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

pussy, Mom lowered her right hand to mine and pulled my fingers over her cunny, forcing me to cup her clam. She used her middle 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 fingers to her pussy as well, only now she had me settle my

I moaned, still holding her pussy, still pressing my lips against her shoulder. I could taste her lotion and smell hints of

cock tingle through my shorts. I pushed my fingers into her hole, her tightness still surprising me, and her wetness thrilled me. She had soaked my lap, and my shorts lay wetly against my knob, plastered to them as if I had spilled a bottle of scented oil over my cock. Mom's clit, a rubbery ball of tender flesh, felt thicker than before. I

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 through my shorts and

time had passed, the pitch of her voice rising and her fingers guiding mine over her clit, moving faster in