Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep85

Still, he was reluctant to step away. Once Austin got in a rhythm, it was easier to go, go, go until it was all finished. Breaking his pace felt like climbing out of a warm pool into shockingly frigid air. Like waking from a wonderful dream to a small, lonely bed.

Austin carefully put his knife down. He honestly had no idea who had come to see him. Maybe one of his shit-head roommates had locked themselves out of the apartment again.

"I'll be right back," he told Luis. He didn't want the line cook reporting back to Chef Paul that he'd been shirking his duties.

Austin walked through the kitchen, dancing around the other workers all engaged in equally menial but necessary tasks. He pushed through the back screen door. It had rained out while he'd been inside, though he hadn't noticed when. Everything was slick and dark despite the fact it was mid-day. Austin looked up and saw who was waiting for him. He smiled, the grin overtaking his face.

Christine was standing by the dumpster, looking like a dream. She had on a long, navy dress and stockings. She was wearing high heels and sunglasses. Her straight hair shot golden out to just below her chin. She waved, shyly.

Austin practically skipped over and hugged his Mom before she could say hello. He knew he missed her, he thought about her all the time, but he hadn't realized how much until she was there. He took in a deep breath, let the scent of her perfume waft over him. She felt so small, yet still so strong, in his arms.

"I missed you," he said. The words burbling over.

"Me too," Christine said. "I had a little break between patients at work and I thought I'd come see you. I don't suppose we could grab lunch?"

Austin glanced back at the kitchen. He wanted to say yes so badly.

"You're busy," Christine said, "Of course you are."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

working hard? No, I'm proud

here right now. We get a little break before service. I'd be free in, like, a couple of hours?" "No, that's OK," Christine

you came to

a bit to kiss her son. She kissed his cheek. His lips. They melted into each other.

see them unless they stepped out and turned all the way around.

concerned her, Christine didn't let it show. She broke the kiss and started to slide downward.

the wet ground. She took off her sunglasses and tucked them into her front, casual as anything. Then Christine reached up and undid Austin's pants. Just the

looked up and smiled at him. It was so hot, seeing his Mom's mouth wrapped around his cock -- the proper, powerful woman submitting to her

purpose and skill. What's more, Austin had been too tired from work to work himself these last few weeks, let alone hook up with someone else: he

base and stroked along with her sucks. Austin's knees

power she'd granted him. Yet the pleasure of it all was all too much. His mother choked and gasped as

said. Austin's climax raced through him. Christine stroked his leg lovingly as his body bucked. As he filled his mother's mouth with

back into his pants and zipped him up. Like she used to when he was a little

perfectly straight hair hung askew. Christine looked like a woman who'd sucked a guy off in the

and gave Austin a kiss on the cheek. He could smell his own cum on her lips. "Sorry we don't have time for more."

Christine said. She swatted her

where he left them. He eyed everything like it