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."

the comforter from

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a run. Then we'd clean up and have breakfast. We spent

night, we made dinner and cleaned up together. But we stopped watching movies. There didn't seem to be any point. Since we weren't really paying attention, we could have any old show

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

cum ropes the first time she did that. Other times, she'd use her other 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

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

each other. Once we were both satisfied, we'd turn off the TV and go to bed. The next morning, we'd do it

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all the way?" Mom asked, as if this was a totally normal mother-son

slowly painting

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

not a

"Cassie?" Mom asked.

I didn't even flinch when Mom mentioned my ex. Honestly, the only girl I ever thought about those days was the sexy, sultry woman

sex with Cassie,

any good?" Mom

question. You don't tell the person you're fooling around with that you had amazing sex with your ex. But then, Mom and I weren't doing

"It was OK," I said, "Cassie

best she could with her

afraid

you blame her?"

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

I was sharing an orgasm with my mom every night, but couldn't say the word during the

to get her off, but when