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 that

not even drunk, baby, don't worry." Dad smiled. "And, since tomorrow is Friday, I'm going to forgo my pills and show you the benefits

I chuckled.

if she can fuck Dad? The thought made me look at my phone, but

of 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 readied myself to molest my mother as my father lay

right and back again, keeping her buns tight against my crotch. I slid

turned toward the cushions and dipped into her crack. I pulled upward, opening her cheeks and stretching her little asshole, my fingers slipping from her soft crescent

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

made me cup my mother's pussy harder than I meant

away sticky with dew and warm to the touch when I pulled them away. I raised my hand up my

the arms of our couches. I had my right arm under her neck, and with a little adjusting, I was able

around the house. There was no need for a belt... unless I wanted to use my belt on my mother. Hmm.... Mom unhooked my belt without making a

deep, but the sound came out low, so