Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep10

I didn't have a good sense of the size of Mom's breasts. I assumed, based on previous evidence, that they were about the size of an apple. I hadn't focused on them before because they were never the part that was under the covers. And Mom was always wearing layers that kept them well hidden.

Now though, the whole universe could have exploded, and I would have stayed watching my mom rub my seed into her boobs, spreading it circular over her nipples. First one breast than the other. Moaning lightly as she did so. "That feels much better," Mom said. She sat back and sighed. "How about another episode?"

*

I woke up in Mom and Dad's bed, Mom's head resting on my chest. There was no inappropriate contact -- we were just cuddling. In some ways, that was even worse. We'd slept together like lovers. Woken up as a married couple might. Mom's hand lightly played on my shirt-covered chest.

"How'd you sleep, baby boy?" she asked, using another one of my childhood nicknames that I hadn't heard in years.

"Really good," I said. It was true. Something about being in that big bed had felt like resting in a warm cloud. Cossetted and comfy.

Mom's hand moved down my chest. It slipped under the covers. My eyes went wide as I realized we were about to expand our nighttime tradition. But right before she reached the waistband of my boxers, something started to ring, loudly. "That must be your father," Mom said, popping up. She grabbed her cell off the nightstand and picked it up, motioning for me to move over so that I wouldn't be seen on screen.

"Hi David!" Mom said. I saw Dad's face appear on the phone. He looked tired. Worn down. The guilt of what I'd been doing with Mom flooded in.

All Dad had ever done was work his ass off for me and Mom. Sure, I had a scholarship, but that didn't mean he wasn't taking care of me in a million other ways. And because of that work, he was alone, in another country, completely separate from his family. And all the while I was rewarding him by fingering his wife in his own bed.

"I had a little accident," Mom said, "I'm OK, but I wanted you to know."

"What happened?" Dad said. I could see the worry in his eyes.

"Jay and I went out running and I tripped and twisted my ankle," Mom said, "Your son was such a hero, carrying me home and taking care of me."

"Jesus Julie are you stupid?" Dad replied. His rage was neutered by how tinny it sounded through the speaker phone. "What were you doing out running with Jay in the first place?" "We've been working out," Mom said, "I want to be in good shape for you."

said, shaking his head like she'd spent their life savings on magic apricots. "You can't be

second and you completely

big a deal," Mom

you can't say you didn't have it coming, Julie," Dad said, "You acted like an

said.

this time you'll actually

promise. "Do you want to say hi to Jay? He's

clearly still upset

want me to tell him? When I see him?

along on his dumb escapades," Dad said, "He's a big boy. He doesn't need his Mommy to watch everything he does anymore." "Yes," Mom said, her response automatic. "OK, I will.

said, "I'll talk to you tomorrow. Try not to get a lacerated

she might accidentally throw it across the room. I tried to meet Mom's eye, but she wouldn't look at me. Suddenly, I didn't feel so bad for sleeping

*

her feet, like she'd never hurt herself. A few times, I tried to check on her, but she wouldn't let me. She seemed cold,

times, but she was able to put weight on it most of the time. Still, a part of me worried Mom was overdoing it just to prove a point to

things became interesting because it was Mom doing it. The way her perfect body moved

up to. She stood over me on

to do with your day,

I said, "I'd much rather spend time with

quiet I almost missed it. Then she left the room. But I noticed she stopped acting so frantic and

couch. She finally allowed me to ice her ankle, which didn't look swollen or bruised. I was now convinced that we'd dodged the

I could tell, but the remnants of the earlier tension were still there. It kept

mind if I ask you to do the dishes?"

My disappointment must have been obvious