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

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

Too far too soon?

but I had my shorts and shirt nearby, just in case. It 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

sent, Can you bring an apple, a bottle of water, and

my shirt off. A little at a time. I had so much left to do with my mother; suck on her tits, a handjob, a blowjob, titty-fucking, everything I had seen in porn, and 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 me--and she was leaning backward, as naked as a woman can be. Her almost small breasts drew my eyes, capped by flavorful pink nipples that deserved to be the toppings on two scoops of peach sherbet. After clicking her mouse several times, she sat back and turned her chair toward me, giving me the full view of

Mom said. Her eyes traveled over my upper body, lingering on my chest and abs, then dropping to my tented shorts, where she released a heavy

turned heavier, and I heard the tremor of excitement in her voice, like a nervous person trying to give a speech.

I said, flexing my

eyes widened, then narrowed, and she said, "May

wait." As 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

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