Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep74

It's better to let me do the thinking, my cock said to me. I pictured myself in therapy ten years from now, with Frasier Crane sitting in the chair opposite me. (I may have binged watched too many old TV shows.) Old? My mother was in her teens when that show was on the air. Thoughts of TV shows and therapy left me as I sat my naked ass down on the couch and stroked my dick, thinking about Mom and what Mom was going to say when she realized that I no longer needed to make her do anything.

I used my spit to grease my cock, and as I stroked the full length of my member, pulling the neck skin over the head, I promised myself that I'd go and buy some lube. Something warm and soothing that gave a person the tingles. Something I could use on Mom's asshole. Would Mom give it up, even if I made her? That was something Jenna wasn't going to give me until she turned nineteen, so maybe I could make my mother give me hers.

Mom's footsteps sounded to my right. They were little pitter-patters on the wooden floor of the hallway and foyer before she stepped onto the living room's soft carpet. I turned my body to the left and looked at Mom as she stood behind the couch, still clothed as she said, "I need to get my new toy."

"I'll wait," I said. "And Mom"--I licked my lips--"change into some lingerie for me."

Mom's cheeks reddened as her lips widened into a big, teeth-baring grin. "You know, I've bought some for you." She nodded her head, speaking in a rush. "I'll go get it." She ran off, jogging upstairs as fast as she had spoken.

Mom had bought some lingerie--for me. Online or had she gone out for it? I didn't know, but it wasn't like I was spending all day with her, just most of it. Given Mom's horny side, I bet she had lingerie for Dad, too, only more elegant than whatever she planned to wear for me.

Stroke me harder, damn it! my cock wailed as an ache ran through my shaft at the sudden, steel-like hardness in my pole that threatened to snap my rod in two. I gave in to what the big guy wanted. Mom would be downstairs soon, and I planned to masturbate while she fucked her dildo for me. Right after she came, I was going to drop a load of jizz on her beautiful face. The thought made me groan as a bead of glistening precum flowed from my tip. Mom came downstairs ten minutes after I had told her to change. She tossed her dildo next to me on the couch as she stepped into the living, dressed in midnight black lingerie that pressed into her skin, making her appear more muscular than she was. She wore a shelf bra that supported her hard-nippled titties from underneath but left the rest of her breasts bare. Stockings covered her legs to the middle of her thighs, held up by a lacy garter belt around her waist as silver clips kept the four suspenders connected to her stockings' thick welts. As sexy as her lingerie was, the real magic lay between my mother's thighs.

She had put on sheer black panties split down the center by twin strings of pearls that outlined her pretty little pussy lips. They glistened--the pearls and her pinkness, both shiny and bright and as smooth as soft-serve ice cream. Mom spun for me. I sighed as her mostly naked ass came into view. The back of her panties was nothing more than four straps angled across her cheeks that connected to the gusset that cupped the upper half of her pussy, but left her hole open for fucking. Nothing covered her crack. Mom spread her cheeks for me, showing off the smooth tightness of her untouched, virgin pucker.

She won't be a virgin back there forever, I thought, my mouth watering and my tongue itching for a lick of her backdoor.

"Sexy enough?" Mom asked as she completed her turn. "Or should I buy something sluttier for you?"

my dick for her, "but slutty is always

I have to tone, "What are you going to make me do for you now?" Mom pressed her lips together

forgetting that you're a real

you rather I was a

shook my head, saying, "No," I said, "I'm happy

want me to do?" Mom

my cock-stroking hand on my thigh and grabbed my phone. "Then, you're going to

"I love it when you talk dirty to

when I was younger. It would have been easier for me to talk my way out

then she tilted her head and uttered in a

on the coffee table and spread

She looked down as she ran her fingers along the pearl slit guarding her wet crease, then she pulled the pearl curtains aside to show off

I snapped a picture of her glistening pink butterfly. After several more pictures, Mom pushed her fingers deeper into her hole, two from each

getting a close-up of her glistening pink

Mark," Mom said, her voice rushed and trembling. "That makes my

picture of her cooze. I moved in close, my nose almost touching the sides of her dewy walls as I took a deep breath. Heat cascaded down my body as Mom's flowery scent filled my nostrils, her intoxicants settling in my lungs and driving my

Mom shivered.

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