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."

nonsense reality show about people gardening 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 other side. On my father's side. Suddenly I became very aware of what I was doing and where I was doing it. The guilt that should have overcome

started, Mom snuggled against my side. She rested her head on my shoulder.

to make the first move, matching the stereotype of the overeager son. But that night I wanted 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

really good," I said, as her lithe fingers

"Mmhm," Mom said, absently.

I said, "What it must feel like, I mean, to get all that

I shot my hand between Mom's legs. She let out a

wait a bit," Mom said, "That is, um,

the material of Mom's

"Exactly," Mom said.

in my parents' bed, touching Mom in her private place, had

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

slippery that night and I wondered if some

was trying to keep from showing anything at all only increased how alluring

with my finger. "Oh, that's a nice... flower arrangement. Very

dick. She used all her secret tricks, stroking and

I knew Mom's orgasm so well, that I recognized all the signs. I could

think I'm going

"What?!"

a long day and

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

sure?" she asked, her voice weak and

in the exact same place she was. I didn't think she was going to admit what was 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 mother squirm