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

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 naked and sat in the

Too far too soon?

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 run through walls

the text. Mom had sent, Can you bring an apple, a bottle of water, and a banana to

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

bringing me my lunch," 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 sigh. "Did you come up here expecting more

her voice, like a nervous person trying to give a speech. Her pink nipples stood thick and hard atop her tits, puckered to what had

I said, flexing

she said,

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 Mom & Son: Pumping Iron, and there was a paragraph-sized story in the corner of the picture, but I had no chance to read

to face her computer again as I backed away. I didn't miss the smile on