Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep4

"We can't even go to the store to get a new one," Mom said, pouting. It was the first time I'd seen her treat our quarantine as anything but a fun adventure. "We can order a TV off Amazon," I said. "And I think the Wal-Mart in Danbury is open. We could go tomorrow."

"No, I know," Mom said. "Honesty this isn't so bad it's just frustrating. I want to be able to see my friends, go to a play, eat at a restaurant, any of it."

I noticed she hadn't mentioned having Dad back on her list of things she was missing.

"Being stuck in the house is hard," Mom said.

"You mean with me," I said.

Mom reached over and tousled my light brown hair. It was slightly curly, and I hated it. "Honey, you're the only good thing that's come out of this stupid virus." I smiled, despite myself.

"Darn, I was really looking forward to watching our movie tonight," Mom said.

"There's always Dad's 'man cave," I said, giving those last words the disdain they deserved.

Mom sucked in her breath like I'd kicked her in the shins. "Your father doesn't like me going in there," she said.

"So what?" I said, "He's not here and we want to watch our movie. What's he going to do about it, exactly?"

Mom looked at me with new eyes, like I'd said something that surprised her.

"You're right," Mom said, "Let's do this thing."

She made popcorn while I went down to the basement. Dad had set up his little sanctum really well. It was probably the nicest room in the house. Most of our furniture was old and tired, but Dad had filled his space with a fancy leather love seat, a massive 75" television, and thumping surround sound. It was a small area, not much room, but he'd turned it into his cozy hideaway.

I sat on the couch and set up the entertainment center. It was this whole complicated thing, which was probably one of the reasons that Mom treated it like a landmine. But I knew how to work it from my high school days of watching the Bruins with Dad.

sat next to me. By the nature of the furniture here, we

watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall.

movies when you were young," Mom said, "It was my

on, I wasn't that bad,"

the effortless ones feel impossible. Especially for a young girl. I was still in college when I had you. My friends were back in school, doing wild stuff. I was at

"I'm sorry," I said.

anything wrong. But sometimes, after I'd put you to bed and your father was already passed out, I'd rent a bunch of these movies and marathon them. I

said, "But I still

kissed me on the

Jason Segel was walking around with his dick flopping out. Again, Mom gave me a pointed look. Seeing those

different kind of discomfort. It was cold in

about the cold," Mom said, "But I can't let him bring a space heater down here because of all the other electronics. I'm worried he'll

fine," I said, "My fault for wearing short

get changed," Mom

said. Getting off the couch seemed

and pulled a heavy blanket from behind the couch. She put it over both our

my body responded. Especially under the blanket where it was comfy and warm. I felt myself

Sarah decides she wants Peter back and they're in the bed

mouth?" Kristin Bell asked, and my cock tried to skyrocket through my

about this scene," Mom mumbled to

a little squeak, then quickly turned away. There was

difficult for you to be all alone with just your mom in the house. You know, no outlet for the feelings and desires that come

perfectly natural," Mom said, "To

I feared they'd explode. I

not in the house. I mean, you can't