Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep91

Mom wasn't in the living room, so I turned right at the stairs, swung around one-hundred and eighty degrees, and walked straight to the kitchen through the shortcut hallway. My cock, hanging heavy on my sack, thickened with each step. I took a deep breath as my heartbeat swelled. What kinds of thoughts were running through my mother's head?

I stepped into the kitchen and walked straight to the marble island. Mom sat at the breakfast table as she always did in the mornings, reading the paper as the sun shined through windows and sprinkled her in brightness. She looked clean-- angelic--her skin glowed, and the color of her makeup held a subtle, yet vibrant, beauty. She had done her hair up in a bun again, but with long strands hanging down her back. They looked unintentional but were too stylish not to be on purpose. An off-the-shoulder satin crop top covered her body, stopping just below her breasts, and a small pair of tight, satin boyshorts hugged her lower body.

I took a deep breath and asked, "Did you remember not to wear your panties?"

The right side of Mom's lips twitched, pulling into a smile that she quickly hid. She ruffled her paper, set it down, and turned toward me. Mom scooted her butt to the edge of her seat and spread her knees wide. With her left hand, she reached down to the right side of her crotch, curled her fingers into the leghole, and pulled the fabric to the left. The sun-golden meat of her pussy came into view, her folds pressed together, looking thick and tasty and making my cock go fully hard between one moment and the next.

"Good," I said.

Mom fixed her shorts. "Now that you have your teen pussy to play with, I guess you don't need to make me do anything anymore."

I hoped this was a game.

"That's not true."

"How so?"

"I only get Jenna from Friday evening to Sunday evening," I said. "If I try to touch her any time before or after, her dad might throw another fit." "Maybe."

"And," I said, "there are things that I can make you do that Jenna won't do."

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"Like what?"

here; I'll

more grace and less bounce--less shape--though my cock throbbed just as hard for her body as it had for Jenna's. An ache pulsed through my balls, and the image of my testicles filling with cum shot through my mind. Cum for my mother, I thought,

my right hand behind her neck, and my left hand found her side and slipped around and down, pushing beneath her satin shorts and riding the crack of her ass to the cleft between her thighs. Mom gasped as I cupped her soft pussy from behind, finding her clam damp and the

eyes as the underside of my cock settled

Mom whispered. Her eyes searched mine. "Am I good slut

my words coming out with a groan as I pressed my lips to my mother's. Our mouths melded together, sliding and turning, then our tongues slipped forward and touched. Wetness greeted me as I pushed my tongue

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lifted her into the air, my fingers still inside her. Mom spread her legs, circling them around my waist and trapping my cock between her pussy and my stomach. She locked her ankles together, and my fingers

against hers as the

baby?" Mom bit her lower lip as she ground her clit against

licking a vertical line across

and through the living, putting her on our couch. I curled my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and tugged them from her body, the effort pulling her legs straight into the air. Mom crossed her arms and took hold of her shirt's hem, taking it off as her small feet fell to the floor. She tossed the shirt over the back of the couch and

asshole." My heartbeat rose, knocking against the underside of my chest with a beat that sent chills throughout my body. "Jenna

slut," Mom

I said, "but there was a lot of laughter involved. She's too young to

said, scooting to the edge of