Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep9

Mom slept for a while. I heard the sound of water turning on and realized she'd gotten herself into the shower, somehow. Much as I was sad to miss out on shower time with Mom, I was glad she got in there. She was starting to smell a little ripe.

Around dinner time, I put together a quick, easy meal. I brought it up to Mom in her bed. I took the other side and we sat and ate.

"This is really good," Mom said.

"It's just pasta," I said, "I guess I learned from the best." "Clearly," Mom said.

When we were done, I cleared the plates then came back. Mom's ankle was a little swollen but there wasn't any bruising. Based on my hardcore, Internet-derived medical education, I felt pretty sure she hadn't broken or torn anything. Once again, I decided to take a chance. "Do you want me to help you into pajamas?" I asked.

Mom shook her head at me. "I'll be fine like this." Post shower, she'd changed into a surprisingly racy outfit (for her): a pair of long shorts and a yellow tank top.

"OK," I said, "I'll see you in the morning."

"Hey Jay?" Mom called to me as I got to the door.

"What's up?"

"I'm, um, sorry that we aren't able to do our movie night," Mom said, "I know you've come to enjoy it."

"I think you're getting pleasure from it as well," I said.

"Oh, for sure," Mom said, "I love watching shows with my handsome son. But since there's no TV in here, I guess we'll have to wait until I can move around better." "We can set up in here," I said, "I'll grab my iPad and we can watch in your bed."

"That would be lovely," Mom said, the excitement leaking into her voice, "I'd hate to break our tradition."

and turned it on. Mom got under the comforter, so the covers were up to about her waist, and I did the same on the

against my side. She rested her head on

Mom to initiate. I know it seems obvious in retrospect, but in the moment, I wanted to be sure that Mom, in her injured state, wasn't actually interested in just watching TV. Then I felt her small

I mean, oh man. This show is really good," I said,

"Mmhm," Mom said, absently.

really like how it, um, feels," I said, "What it must feel like, I mean, to get all

I shot my hand between Mom's legs.

ah, wait a bit," Mom said, "That is, um, prep everything for the garden

moving my hand back so it was lightly stroking the material of Mom's underwear. "Yes,

"Exactly," Mom said.

this hyped up. Something about being in my parents' bed, touching

start working," Mom said, after I'd spent some time teasing at

that night and I wondered if some of

showing anything at all only increased how alluring she appeared.

Mom exclaimed as I filled her pussy with my finger. "Oh, that's a nice... flower arrangement. Very nice." Her embarrassment at her

my dick. She used all her secret tricks, stroking and twisting to

I'd reached this wonderful, intimate point where I knew Mom's orgasm so well, that I recognized all the signs. I could tell that

going to turn in," I

"What?!"

a long day and I'm tired," I

my hand was, under the covers. She'd never acknowledged what we were doing more than

she asked, her

going on. In fact, I knew that if she ever did, it would probably be the end of things. But like any good son, I liked to see my