Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep39

"Yes," I whispered, looking toward the kitchen, but I couldn't see over the back of the couch and down the shortcut hallway. "I always want to touch it."

"I always want you to." Jenna wiggled her body. "Please touch it, Daddy."

I growled again.

"Do you think if I show my dad my pussy," Jenna whispered, her cheeks reddening, "it'll make him let you fuck me?" Jenna's blush deepened. "Maybe you should tease your mom."

My cock released a river of precum that swelled my shaft. "You're a bad girl," I moaned, leaning down and pressing my forehead against hers. "You're going to get me in trouble with my mom."

"You're going to get me in trouble with my dad," she whispered, tilting her head up to place a kiss on my lips. "But it's so fucking worth it."

"Let me see what my mom's doing," I whispered, returning her kiss, lip to lip, but without the slip of my tongue. "I want to be able to taste your pussy on your fingers when I get back." "Okay," Jenna said in a soft voice. "Hurry up."

I growled again, kissed her lips again, pushed myself up and over her, kissed her lips one more time as she lifted her ass from the couch and pushed her uncovered pussy against my cock. Groaning, I slid over her, rubbing my body against hers, stood, and Jenna reached up to rub my cock through my jeans. I moaned through clenched teeth, having to pull myself away from her caress. I headed to the kitchen as Jenna slipped her left hand between her coltish thighs.

In the kitchen, I found Mom standing at the kitchen island with her back to the hallway. Her thin pants clung to her butt. I imagined that she had not bothered to protect her little pussy with a pair of panties. Next to her rested a bottle of chardonnay, and she was sipping the wine from the glass she held in her right hand.

"Are you behaving yourself?" Mom asked with a tremor in her voice. "As you promised?"

"I am," I said, walking up behind her. "It's hard, though. Jenna wants me to touch her." "You can't."

I licked my lips, thinking, Please, God, don't let me fuck this up. "Jenna's in the

loved my mother's in-between ass. Not flat, not bubbly, but with a gentle curve and the pear shape that made the bottom sides slightly wider than her hips. I loved how her

my pussy, quickly, before Jenna wonders what's taking you

legs, pushing between her thighs, my hand wide enough to make her spread her legs for me. She uttered a small grunt at the swiftness of my hand pushing between her limbs, and then I was holding the soft folds of pussy flesh in my fingers and palm. Wetness greeted me, slick and slippery and hot to the touch. Mom had a furnace between her thighs, and dripping from its insides was the nectar of life--the sweetest tasting pussy juice I had

thought, knowing that no woman in the world, no matter how special to me she became, could ever top the taste of my mother's honey. I bet it's like that for every young man who has ever tasted their mother's pussy. "Uh," Mom moaned

bent my wrist so I could cup the bottom of her ass crack in my palm,

Mom whisper-hissed at me. "Go

she touch herself?"

sigh trying to fight through the pleasure

I'm not touching her, then

"No," Mom whined.

I said, pushing my fingers up Mom's creamy snatch to their last knuckles

in a light, surprised tone. "I'll join you then. Mmm,

their length, so I ran them through her ass crack, making her shiver when I tickled her asshole. She pushed her rosebud back against my fingertips. Then, I wiped the rest of her juices off on the

I said, sweeping Mom's long hair to the right and kissing the back of her neck

her pants below her ass and her legs spread,

Jenna's pussy filled my nostrils. She lay on the couch, on her back, with the soles of her feet together and her knees spread wide apart. She had her skirt up

next

baby," Jenna whisper-moaned, "will you eat my pussy for

be heard by anyone but us. I walked behind the couch, slid over the back, and wedged myself on my side next to Jenna.