Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep34

Mom stopped halfway up the staircase. I had a clear view of her ass, and with her left foot on the stair above her right foot, I could see the entire divide running the length of her pussy to the top of her ass. She turned her head toward me, looking down over her bare shoulder, and she asked, "Or else you're going to Jenna?"

"Yeah," I said, but only because something in her voice drew that word from my lips.

"I guess I have no choice," Mom said, and she continued upstairs with a lighter spring in her step.

"Motherfucker," I whispered after Mom had disappeared. "Maybe I can stay away from Jenna for the next couple of years."

Sexy Blackmail

and went back downstairs. It was early, but I was no less horny. I spent the next two hours watching porn in the living room--I didn't bother turning down the sound. What would Mom think of that? My cock loved it, and I did something that I never thought I'd be able to do--I didn't touch myself. Instead, I stripped down

Too far too soon?

didn't matter because sitting naked and watching porn in my mother's living made me tingle all over. I had some energy to burn, and by the time my phone buzzed with a text from Mom, my body wanted to

text. Mom had sent, Can you bring an apple, a

kissing. My heart swelled with that last thought. Kissing my mother would be so... forbidden. Kissing was something I could do with my mother in public, for everyone who didn't know us to see. Oh, fuck, my imagination was going to be the death of me. I jog-ran to the kitchen, collected Mom's stuff, then hurried upstairs and down the hallways to her office. I knocked on the door once before I pushed it open and stepped inside with everything--including my phone--in my hands. The sight that greeted me forced a hungry moan from my throat. Mom had her curtains open, and sunlight shined across her naked body. She sat in her leather swivel chair, with her left leg crossed under her right--the leg closest to

on my chest and abs, then dropping to my tented shorts, where she released a heavy sigh. "Did you come

give a

said, flexing

and she said, "May I

she took her food, I looked at her computer screen. She had none of her work windows open, but filling her monitor was the picture of an oiled-up, naked young man who looked around my age. He had a big, big cock--about as big as mine--and he was doing curls in a gym while a sweating MILF about Mom's age knelt in front of him. She held his balls in one hand and his rock-hard cock in the other. The caption at the bottom of the picture read

her computer again as I backed away. I didn't miss the