Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep67

When the pizza arrived, two mediums, one full of meats, peppers, mushrooms, and onions, and the other covered in cheese, we paused our game to plate our food. Mom only ate a slice, and I didn't want the pizza weighing me down, so I only ate three pieces. Dad ate four, two slices from each pizza, saying to me, "Watching your weight?"

"I'll eat the rest later," I said, smiling. "After I work up an appetite. I think I need to do some cardio before bed."

"Don't mess up your sleeping routine," Dad said. "Eighteen or not, you're not going to be up all night and asleep all day this summer."

"If I could, I'd be up all night and all day."

Mom uttered a surprised-sounding laugh.

I smiled.

We ate, and Dad finished his second glass of whiskey, then he said, "I can do one more and be safe."

said, using

don't worry." Dad smiled. "And, since tomorrow is Friday, I'm going to forgo my pills and show

I chuckled.

she ask me if she can fuck Dad? The thought made me look at my phone, but Jenna still hadn't

Mom's men, and the thought made my cheeks warm. We settled back into the couch and watched more TV--as a family. Dad sipped his whiskey and took his pill while I

ass against me, wiggling it left to right and back again, keeping her buns tight against my crotch. I slid my hand up to her hip and then to her waist, taking her dress

upward, opening her cheeks and stretching her

hairs, damp with sweat, tickled my palm. I loved Mom's hair. I wanted more of it, a nice triangular bush that felt like a teenager's downy fuzz. I wanted to keep the edges of her mound hairless as well as the cunny meat from her clitoral hood on down. I remembered pictures on the internet of beautiful, blonde Scandinavian goddesses with wisps of blonde hair along their tan skin. Some had tiny hairs near their assholes, shining in the sun like golden threads reflecting the light. That's what I wanted from Mom, just a little bit of hair, so small and spaced far enough apart that I had to search for them under the sunlight if

mother's pussy

wetness had coated my fingertips when they had slipped along the line of Mom's inner cunny lips, and they came away sticky with dew and warm to the touch when I pulled them away. I raised my hand up my mother's body, pushed my fingers against her lips,

with her, and she kept trying to look at Dad through the arms of our couches. I had my right arm under her neck, and with a little adjusting, I was able to push my middle finger into her mouth. Mom sucked it down with a silent hunger that made my heart flutter and my cock ache. I mimicked the fuck-motions I liked to use when I fucked her mouth with my prick, matching them to my pussy-delving, which sent Mom's ass into a rapid fuck-cycle

use my belt on my mother. Hmm.... Mom unhooked my belt without making a sound, and she pushed her hand into my

out low, so low that I barely