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."

shaking his head like she'd spent their life savings on magic apricots. "You can't be chasing after Jay like some

leave for one second and you completely fall apart. Are you going to climb

a deal," Mom

Julie," Dad said, "You acted like an idiot and

said. Her voice

Dad said, "Maybe this time you'll

it sounded more like a decision than a promise. "Do you want to say

said, clearly still upset about what had

anything you want me to tell him? When

you 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.

to you tomorrow. Try not to get a lacerated

put the phone down on the bed carefully, like she was afraid she might accidentally throw it across the room. I tried to meet Mom's eye, but she wouldn't look

*

her, but she wouldn't let me. She seemed cold,

to put weight on it most of the time. Still, a part of

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

to what I was up to. She stood over me on the

can find better things to do with

"I'd much

"Thanks," she said, the word so quiet I almost missed it.

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

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

you mind if I ask you to do the dishes?" Mom said, "It's been a long

TV show tonight?" I asked. My disappointment must have