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."

No, I'm proud of you. So

a little break before service. I'd be free in, like, a couple of hours?" "No, that's OK," Christine said, "I have to be home

glad you came to see me,"

her son. She kissed his cheek. His lips.

to the side of the door. No one could see them unless they stepped out and turned all the way around. Remarkably private for standing in the middle of a restaurant

the kiss and started

Christine said, "Mommy will kiss it all better." She knelt down. The edge of her dress dipped into 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 top button and the zipper. She

at him. It was so hot, seeing his Mom's mouth wrapped around his cock -- the proper, powerful woman submitting

more, Austin had been too tired from work to work himself these last few weeks, let alone hook up with someone else: he was already on a

stroked along with her sucks. Austin's knees went week. He put his hands on his mother's head. The dominant woman softened,

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

Christine stroked his leg lovingly

Then she carefully tucked his penis back into his pants and zipped him up. Like she used to when he was a little boy. She stood up. Austin, still coming down from his

puffy. Her stockings had rips at the knees from the gravel ground and her dress was sodden along the hem. Her perfectly straight hair hung askew. Christine looked like a woman who'd sucked a guy off in the back of a restaurant by the dumpster. Because, of course, she just

I did say I was running out for lunch," Christine said and giggled. She leaned over and gave Austin a kiss on the cheek. He could smell his own cum on

get back to work, mister," Christine said.

His things were right where he left them. He eyed everything like it