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.

everything going, then leaned back on the couch. Mom came down with the popcorn and sat next to me. By the nature of the

time, we'd chosen to watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall. It was one of Mom's

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

on, I wasn't

Mom said, patting my leg, "But that's like saying it was an easy hike across the Sahara. Even 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

I still

the cheek, "Oh honey, you

around with his dick flopping out. Again, Mom gave me a pointed

of discomfort. It was cold in that basement. I wrapped my arms

I can't let him bring a space heater down here because of all the other electronics. I'm worried he'll blow something out and burn the

"My

get changed,"

the couch seemed like a

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

a few more dirty scenes. The tantric sex one, for example. Once again, my body responded. Especially under the blanket where it was comfy and warm. I felt myself stiffen

and they're in the bed together. It's

Kristin Bell asked, and my cock tried to skyrocket through

about this scene," Mom mumbled to

saw that I was pitching a tent. She made a little squeak, then quickly turned away. There was a moment of protracted silence. The sounds of the movie weirdly muted by

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

natural," Mom said, "To have, um,

eyes widening so fast I feared they'd explode. I tried to

"It's biological. And with your father not in the house. I mean, you can't see it, but sometimes I react,