Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep73

"Dad?" I asked, shaking him. He didn't stir. "Dad? Dad?" He still didn't stir, just like he hadn't stirred when Mom had sucked the cum from his balls while he had slept. Holy shit, how much cum had my mother eaten this week? "Dad?" I leaned over, my heart starting to echo between my ears. "Dad," I whispered, "I wish we could share Mom together." Sweat pushed through the pores along my hairline. "I wish we could double team her." Was I sick? "If you don't wake up right now, I'm going to upstairs and fuck your wife all night long."

Dad didn't stir--thank fucking God!

"Last chance, Dad," I said in a normal tone as my cock thickened and lengthened, ignoring its soreness in favor of the pussy that lay in bed upstairs. "Three... two... one... I'm going upstairs to fuck Mom."

Dad never stirred, even as I dropped heavy footsteps on each stair leading upward. (What was wrong with me?) By the time I reached the second-floor landing, my cock had gained its full size. I went to my room, took off my clothes, gave myself a once over with a towel, and used my body spray to mask the scent of the Jacuzzi. Then I went to Mom's well-lit room. Inside, she lay naked atop the covers of her bed with her hands between her legs. She smiled when she saw me. "What kept my son so long?" Mom spread her pussy lips for me. "Mommy's pussy is hungry."

I smiled, thinking, I guess Mom's pussy has recovered, as I crawled onto my father's bed. How had Dad never taken advantage of this side of Mom? It was working out great for me, and even with Jenna now having permission to fuck me, I had no plans to stop fucking my mother. If Dad wasn't going to do it, then someone had to, right?

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in the morning, but I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. I had fucked Mom for a long time last night, slipping my cock in her softness using long strokes, slow strokes, massaging the soreness from her pussy and my cock with easy-going lovemaking. We kissed with passion, devouring each other and matching our lips to the mellow rhythm of our fucking as my prick stirred her insides and lay within her guts. Halfway through the night, after Mom had come again, she whispered, "If you keep this

pillow under her ass, and eased my dick into her snatch down to my balls. Sometimes I pulled completely out, watching as her tiny twat-hole gaped for

Mom?" I asked, fucking half of my shaft into her

to my room after leaving the last of my

morning after our fucking wasn't easy, but after Dad had left for work, the velvet wetness of Mom's tongue brushed against my prick. When I tried to rise, she said, "Relax, baby, let Mommy take care of you." So I relaxed, and Mom took care of me, then she

relationship. I thought about it, and I thought about it, and I decided that the best way to tell Mom was to let Mr. Mason tell

such a

I said, getting up just before Mom was ready to

shorts with loose leg holes and a cropped white T-shirt. She saw me and raised an eyebrow. "I like what I see, but this will take some getting used to." She closed her fingers into fists and shivered. "It's like I'm a teenager again, only this time I

of you. Then I'm going to video you as you masturbate for me, using your new cock."

Her cheeks turned pink, and she said, "May I finish lunch