Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep7

I had fingered lots of girls -- it was the hit game that all the cool kids were playing -- so I felt pretty good about my skills to get Mom off. I gently traced around her pussy till I found the little nub that was certain to bring her pleasure. Then I started stroking it back and forth.

I was touching my mom's clit. I was playing with her pussy. I could feel how hot and wet she was. Oh God.

As I worked Mom over, she redoubled her efforts on my dick. We mirrored each other's movements. As if steering each other with our respective sexes. Whenever Mom slowed, I did the same. If she sped up, I matched that too.

I managed to get Mom off first. Is it weird that it was one of the proudest moments of my life? I saw Mom stiffen, her face flushed, and then she let out a long, drawn out sigh.

A moment later, she brought me my own pleasure. I came hard, coating her hand and the blanket with my spend.

Both of us sank into the cushions, looking at each other playfully.

"Stuff on your hand?" I asked.

"Weirdly, yes," Mom said, "You?"

"Little bit," I said, "I don't mind it though, really."

"Oh, me neither," Mom said, "But we should still probably take care of it."

We both got up and went over to the basement bathroom. Mom went first and I followed. As I dried myself off, Mom called to me from the couch.

"You know, I think this blanket is stained?" she said.

"Oh," I said, "Well that's too bad."

"I guess we should throw it in the wash," Mom said, "But don't worry. I'm sure I can have it ready for tomorrow night's movie."

cold," I said, taking the comforter from Mom and stuffing

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the mornings we'd wake up and go for a run. Then we'd clean up and have breakfast. We spent the middle of the day

together. But we stopped watching movies. There didn't seem to be any point. Since

each other off with our hands. Each of us pretending as best we

hand on my balls, lightly cupping them while she drained them dry. She'd also change up her movements, straight up and down, or kind of a corkscrew, or running her thumb up the underside of my dick. One time, she

to keep up with her inventiveness. I brought out all the tricks I knew. I played with her clit again, yes, but I'd also slip a finger inside her (the first time I did that, I actually came without Mom needing to touch me). I found that Mom usually liked a combination of two fingers in her twat while my thumb rubbed her clitoris. Her butthole, on the other hand, was a flat no-go. Still, I found lots of other ways to make things interesting. Like me, it seemed

evening activities with each other. Once we were both satisfied, we'd turn off the TV and go to bed. The next morning, we'd do it all again. Nothing changed. I honestly believed that

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you gone all the way?" Mom asked, as if

up on my lap, and I was slowly painting her toes. She'd already finished with her fingers -- going

question actually felt perfectly normal. This weird existence we had where we were both fooling around regularly while also pretending that we weren't, meant that we

I'm not a

"Cassie?" Mom asked.

and handjobs had passed that I didn't even flinch when Mom mentioned my ex. Honestly, the only girl I ever

sex with Cassie,

she any good?"

wasn't sure if this was a trap question. You don't tell the person you're fooling around with that you had

"It was OK," I

forward as best she could with her

was sort of afraid of my stuff.

can you blame

on the pill, and we always used condoms," I said. I was surprising myself with how candid I could be. "Even with oral. I couldn't ever really enjoy my...

was sharing an orgasm with my mom every

get her off, but when she