Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep1

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. Enjoy!

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All in succession, my perfectly crafted life collapsed.

First, the coronavirus hit and closed my college. Then they instituted shelter-at-home. I found myself trapped in the house, with no one else around except my mom.

The last straw came a few days after that. I was finally getting settled back into my boyhood bedroom when I got a call from Cassie, my college girlfriend. She wanted to FaceTime, and I assumed it was time for our inaugural session of hot and heavy virtual sex. I took off my pants, then turned on the screen.

Cassie was there, but she was fully dressed and looking glum.

"I just can't do it," she said, "If we're apart like this, I don't know how we can stay together." The pretty brunette did look upset, at least. Even if her logic made little sense. Everyone was stuck inside. It's not like we were in a long-distance relationship where I could be out dating, and she would never know. I was home with my mom, for fuck's sake.

"I can't," Cassie repeated, "I'm sorry. When it's over, when we're back in school, we can try again."

She clicked off the screen. I pulled my jeans back on, sheepish and sad. Cassie and I had been dating for nearly six months. I didn't think I was going to marry the girl, but I didn't see us breaking up anytime soon, either. Having her dump me out of nowhere like that left me feeling low.

That night at dinner, I barely had any appetite. I pushed my food around my plate like a lazy cat chasing after a mouse. Never quite getting to the kill. "What's wrong?" Mom asked. I turned her way, and, for a moment, I got caught in her huge, blue eyes.

I could admit my mom was very pretty. She had honey blonde hair and a warm, sunny face. Her tomboy-esque outfits -- she always wore flannel shirts with white, ribbed tank tops and high-waisted Mom jeans -- only made her look cuter. My high school friends had all foundered after her. I knew that at least two of the guys in our group had only hung out with me because it meant they got glances of my mom. Even some of the dates I'd brought home had faltered when they saw my mother.

fine," I said, the

said, "You used to confide in me all

been quite close when I was younger. We both loved reading books and seeing plays. She would take me to do errands and

We stopped spending time together. Gave up going out as Mom and son. I ended

college so quickly after high school, and one of the reasons I had been dreading my corona-caused

small, round kitchen table. I was used to him interceding on my

to tell someone. Needed to. And, with no one

I broke up," I

"What happened?" Mom asked.

words caught in my throat before spilling over. "She said she didn't think we could be together through

I wasn't used to Mom taking my side, and I really wasn't used to hearing

she'd said, and blushed. "Sorry, your old mother still has a little fire left

A smile snuck onto Mom's lips. She quickly

polite. Mom was only 38 and she could have easily passed for late twenties. She and Dad had me when they were both twenty. I was a college mishap (during the final performance of the university's spring play, Mom would say wistfully, like that was a detail I needed to know). While I'm sure it was hard for them at the time to have a child, it seemed like there were also a lot of benefits to being a decade younger than anyone else with

"Cassie," I said.

Mom said, "But if she's that superficial, she's

to blush. Like I said, I wasn't used

table and do the dishes. We stood in front of the sink, her arms elbow-deep in soapy water, while I held the tiny dish towel to dry. At one point, our hips bumped, and I glanced over at Mom's body. Like I said, I was her son. I didn't have a 'thing' for my

stepped away. She gave my shoulder

on your own paper, mister,"

the stereotypical small