Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep3

After Airplane, we stayed old school for a while and watched Mel Brooks movies: Young Frankenstein, Blazing Saddles, History of World Part I, and Spaceballs. Then we moved back into the Abrams Zucker Abrams oeuvre and watched all three Naked Guns.

With the classics out of the way, we shifted to more modern stuff, starting with 40-Year-Old Virgin. This time, when Steve Carrell was walking back and forth with an unflagging erection, it was Mom's turn to give me a funny look. But I didn't say anything. For a movie about having sex, the film wasn't super sexual overall.

The next film we chose, however, was the one that got us in trouble. Actually, it was the whole damn day.

I was settling in for another session of hardcore gaming when Mom knocked on my door. I was in my underwear, and this time, I knew to warn Mom that I wasn't decent. I pulled on some clothes and opened the door. Despite the fact that I was fully dressed, Mom ran her eyes from my feet to my face. She seemed let down, almost like she'd been hoping to catch me half-clothed. Or maybe it was just my outfit. Yes, that made way more sense. "What are you up to?" Mom asked.

I gestured at my PS4 like it was obvious.

"I'm thinking about painting my nails," Mom said.

"OK." I looked at her fingers and they seemed fine. Honestly, I wasn't sure why she was telling me this.

"I can do my hands OK, but then I can't touch anything for a while till they dry."

"You want me to make lunch?" I asked.

"Sure," Mom said, "But I was also hoping to paint my toenails and it's way easier to have someone else do that for me."

want me to paint your toenails," I repeated back to

is as practice. Your girlfriends will

the day was remarkably warm, so we went out to the backyard. Mom set up on a lounge chair and

hated

almost every practice and game, hon," Mom

with me. In most other ways though, he was pretty damn distant. Some of it was work, he was always travelling for some thing or another. Really,

was a slight grunt and then pointing to the TV to remind me that I was interrupting. He'd never been mean to Mom, exactly. But I'd never seen him be

of course it had been Mom who was taking me to practices and showing up at games. Because we'd been so cold with each other, I guess it never

she was done with her nails, Mom held them up so

nice," I said, not knowing what else to

Mom said, looking gratified. She wiggled her toes

"Sure," Mom said.

Mom's bare, petite foot in my lap. I'm not a foot guy, but Mom's tootsies were quite cute. Worse, she rested them right in my crotch. My dick didn't know it was my mother. Instead, it just felt the

go down. But as I began to paint

first foot. She gave me her second. And that's when her heel

feared she was about to pitch a fit. But then she settled in her seat, ignoring

asked when I was finished. I couldn't tell if she was

that's OK," I said, waving

our sandwiches. By then, Mom's hands were dry, and she was able to get back to her day.