Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep40

"Are you sure you want a taste?" Jenna asked, whispering. "I mean, don't we have to be careful? Don't we have to wait until my dad says it's okay for you to fuck me?" "Now you turn into a tease," I whispered, groaning and leaning forward.

"Uh-uh." Jenna pulled her hand away from my mouth and shoved her honey-drenched fingers between her lips. She sucked, making wet sounds and humming as though she were satisfying her hunger. "Go down there and get a taste if you need one so badly."

I groaned, closing my eyes and said, "I--"

"Ahem," Mom said and not from behind the couch but from in front of us. She had walked around the dining room and into the living room, and she had a full view of Jenna lying on the couch with her skirt on her tummy and her pussy out in the open, saying hello to anyone who cared for a peek. I knew that that was what my mother could see, and I hadn't even opened my eyes to check.

"I wasn't doing anything," I said, keeping my eyes closed.

"Jenna," Mom said, "you need to pull your skirt down and cover up your virginity. It doesn't matter how pretty it is; you should leave it to Mark's imagination."

"Yes, Mrs. Hornsby," Jenna said, shifting on the couch as she adjusted her skirt.

I kept my eyes closed, my breathing rising while I fought to keep calm.

"And Jenna," Mom said.

"Yes?"

should start wearing panties when you're in

Hornsby,"

Breathing deeply to calm myself, I turned my head and looked at

swim. A dip in the pool will cool you off. Go and change into your bikini, Jenna, and meet us in the backyard." "Yes, Mrs. Hornsby," Jenna said, sliding off the couch and hurrying to the door. She left, leaving me

I said. "I promised

crossing her

of times." I shrugged. "Smooches. It's the same kind of kiss grandma would give me, puckered

next

even passion?" Mom asked. "I don't believe that you'd kiss Jenna

and shook

"Come here."

speak. My heart sped up the way it would when I was a kid whenever I couldn't tell if I was about to get an ear full of my mother's anger or not. I had fingered my mother.

Jenna is a bad girl," Mom said as I stopped in front of her. "Coming into my home without her panties and

beneath my jeans pressed down on my prick hard, forcing me to flex my

until

experience in

up, smartass." Mom licked her lips. "Give

down and looked me in the eye with a sudden meekness. She opened her mouth in a small 'O'

her sucking, rolling her head to the left and right, varying the depths