Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Chapter 890

Mom Does Anything:>Ep63

I watched as her lips parted and her tongue came out, then I turned and walked away. This was dirty. Nasty. Pornographic. And yet, my heart raced, and my limbs pulsed with adrenaline. Next time, I would make Mom sit with me in one of those chairs, and then I wouldn't have to jerk off.

Mom met me in the hallway, and together we raced back to the car for a quick, backseat fuck. She kept saying, "I was so nervous, and I felt so nasty, but I couldn't stop myself, baby. I couldn't stop making my pussy come. Am I a bad girl, Mark? Is Mommy a bad girl?"

By the time we returned home, I was ready to fuck again.

***A Wild Family Night***

Once home, I said, "Mom, take off everything but your skirt and tennis shoes."

"I have to work," Mom pouted, but a burning light ignited in her eyes, and a drawn-out, sensual mask took over her features--defiant yet daring. "And our lunch is cold."

"Take them off."

"Make me, you little bastard," Mom whispered with a tremor in her voice.

A chill ran through me the moment I heard the word bastard, and my poor, overworked cock started to rise like the champion that it was.

on the floor. I caught her at the stairs, pushing her front side against the banister as I reached under her skirt. She fought me, but with little resistance, a slight push, a movement of her hips, but never trying to overpower me. She let me break down her

her waist with my left arm, my hand sliding under her shirt, then rising upward. I exposed her smooth stomach as I took her smallish, right tit in my palm and squeezed her flesh hard. "Uh," Mom grunted, sounding angry, though she pushed her ass against my dick, grinding her butt in a

hot slut, I heard that scumbag's voice from the strip club

blood warmed and heat rippled to the surface of my skin. I slid my right hand under Mom's short, slutty tennis skirt, up the back of her right thigh to her naked ass cheek. I squeezed her firm crescent while lowering my mouth to her ear and breathing hard. Mom panted, breathing just as hard as I was.

"Ooh," Mom whimpered, shuddering.

her floss-like G-string and the waistband at the top of her butt. Mom's body moved snake-like against me as I said, "Some pervert who watched you fuck yourself called you a hot slut." Mom shivered as my words caressed her

"Mark," Mom whined.

you my hot slut, Mom, or do I have to

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your slut," Mom gasped, her voice shaking with excitement.

my teeth as I yanked hard on the triangular of string holding her panties together above her

the front

G-string fell between her legs, and her waistband ripped in two, retreating to the front of her crotch. I tossed what was left of her panties behind

that had melted from the heat beneath my jeans. I had never fucked my mother from behind

tip with heat. Her soft folds pushed inward, the snug line of her slit spreading over my glans, and then her inner tightness fought me, engulfed me, and finally took my prick into her

pussy walls clenched my shaft, sucking on my pole and creating a slippery, velvet-like friction that tingled my glans. "That's my pussy, Mom.

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