Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep42

My cock remembered too, swelling and thickening; the new tightness in my boardshorts made me grimace as I tried to get comfortable. Was Mom watching as my hard-on grew?

I was sitting on the side next to Mom's chair, and she had angled her head in our direction. Was she enjoying this? I wasn't a mind reader, and normally I wouldn't have asked, but I was going to ask her about this after Jenna had left. This was not my mother from a few days ago. This wasn't even my mother from a few hours ago.

Touch your girl, my cock yelled at me.

So I did.

"Undo your bra," I said loud enough for my mother to hear. "Unless you want an uneven tan."

"Is that okay, Mrs. Hornsby?" Jenna asked, looking at me over her shoulder and raising an eyebrow.

"As long as you behave yourselves," Mom said in a low tone. "But your bottoms stay on. This isn't my living room."

smile said. Her fingers went to her back, undoing her bowtie and

pushing into the warm pool, displacing it across Jenna's skin. She had young skin--taut skin--that felt thicker than my mother's, but there wasn't much difference between how they made me feel. I moved my hands over Jenna's shoulders, rubbing them and slipping my thumbs across her neck. Jenna pulled

her lips. Massage me was our secret code to play out the massage creep porn scenes that

let us get away with or why she had allowed us to do this in the first place. So, I pushed my fingers into Jenna's skin, rubbing the oil between her shoulder blades and onto her lower back, tracing her spine and getting a quick thrill from the firmness of her body. Jenna uttered several moans, nothing too sexual, soft

oil into her skin. I moved upward from her sides to her ribs, cupping her body and resting my fingers along her front while my thumbs slid along her back. As I approached the side of Jenna's breasts, her body tensed, and she turned her face to the left, looking away from my mother.

Jenna said in a low whisper of breath that was more like a sigh than

mounds. Mom's breasts had bounced back after I had squeezed them, but Jenna's reacted faster, with more perkiness, but Mom's tits allowed me to mold my hands to them without a fight. I couldn't have said whose

a nut in my shorts. What was my mother thinking? I let my gaze drift over Mom's body, admiring her puckered nipples as they pointed skyward, then her flat stomach, and then the patch of cloth over her cunny that gripped her meat so tight I could see the outline of her slit. I couldn't tell if

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the lounge chair so that my ass

at the ends of their arms. I held the bottle over Jenna's crack and poured oil over her thong, making her tense, but Mom said nothing. I moved lower, hitting her lower cheeks and the small

still had her head angled in our direction. She's not faking sleep, I thought, but whatever this game was, I wasn't going to go beyond the rules she had

sense, but neither did this. My hands hovered over Jenna's cheeks. She inhaled, her breath shaky as my shadow loomed over her backside. I