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."

at me, her cheeks rosy. She had to say that, didn't she, her smile said. Her fingers went to her back, undoing her bowtie and then her necktie. Her laces dropped to

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.

playful smile on her lips. Massage me was our secret code to

first place. So, I pushed my fingers into Jenna's skin, rubbing the oil between her shoulder blades and onto

approached the side of Jenna's breasts, her body tensed, and she turned her face to the left, looking away from my mother. Oil from her back ran down the sides of her tits in thin rivulets, and those, along with the oil coating my fingers, made her

low whisper of breath that was more like a sigh than a

the buoyancy of her teenage 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

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

out as

3-D twat so I could concentrate on Jenna, I slid down the lounge chair so that my

liquid splashed across her backside, spreading out like bursts of paint with thicker fingers 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 gap between her thighs, the gusset of her thong soaking up as much of the oil as possible. Jenna spread her legs until the right one hit my thigh. I drizzled more of the oil along her outer pussy lips. My girlfriend ran her left hand--the hand farthest from my mother--between her legs from below, grabbed her panties. She pulled them tight between her thighs, giving

then looked at my mother. She still hadn't moved. She 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 given me--although whatever Jenna did on her own was beyond my

wide, ready to grasp my girlfriend's teen ass. Was Mom going to stop me with a gotcha moment? I don't know why I thought she would, but I did--it made no 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 lowered my hands, sensing her cheeks