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."

next to my mother. We propped the screen up between us and settled in. I found another 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 me

Mom snuggled against my side. She rested her head on my shoulder. Flowing, gilded locks ran down

the one 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 her small hand wrap around my dick and all

really good," I said, as her lithe

"Mmhm," Mom said, absently.

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

Mom's legs. She let out a little gasp as I brushed

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

stroking the material of Mom's underwear. "Yes, I can see what that would result in

"Exactly," Mom said.

Something about being in my parents' bed,

I think they should start working," Mom said, after I'd spent some time

nodded. I found her clit with my fingers. She was particularly slippery that night and I wondered if some of the same thoughts

that she was trying to keep from showing anything at all only increased how alluring she appeared. The muscles of Mom's neck were taut. Her lips thin. Her breath came in short,

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

same way, so Mom redoubled her efforts on my dick. She used all her secret tricks, stroking and twisting to get me to react. I decided to mess with her a little more. What can I

got Mom right on the precipice. 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 she was about

going to

"What?!"

been a long day and I'm

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

sure?" she asked, her voice weak and

right?" I said. I made a show of looking 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,