Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep13

"Huh?" Mom said, "Sorry, hon. I must have fallen asleep. I was having the most wonderful dream, though..."

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I wanted more.

I know how insane that sounds. I think it's intrinsic to the male psyche. Every pleasure merely a step on the path to the ultimate goal. And no, it's not a coincidence that the word 'ultimate' contains the word 'mate.'

It wasn't so long ago that the thought of a handjob from my mom (from any woman, what with the quarantine and all) felt like an impossible dream. Now, getting rubbed off wasn't nearly enough. We'd even moved on to oral, and it was incredible, but I couldn't settle there.

I wanted to have sex with my mother. I needed to. I just didn't know how I could make it happen.

Mom's ground rules, especially since she'd expanded them, offered some possible openings. But I knew Mom would call a stop to it if I simply rolled over her the next time we were in bed. For a moment, I considered the morning before, when I'd had the opportunity because Mom was sleeping. But I knew that wasn't the right way to do things. We both had to be conscious. Willing. Otherwise, it wouldn't work (no matter what my libido said).

But that led to all kinds of other problems. In truth, I didn't think I was actually ever going to be able to sleep with Mom. Some part of me knew I was doomed to fail. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. Obsessing. And, so, eventually, I gave in to my urges and decided to make it happen, despite the slim chances of success and the massive likelihood that I'd lose whatever privileges I'd already earned.

It didn't matter. The cock wants what the cock wants. To get to my goal, I knew I would need to be bold. It was clear that I would have to be clever. And I was sure I would require some condoms.

Sex without protection was something I didn't do. Cassie was on the pill, but we still used rubbers. It was part of the process for me, like putting on your seatbelt when you get in the car. Automatic.

Fortunately, I had a few condoms lying around my bedroom, left behind from when I'd left for college. I dug through all my drawers and secret hide-y spots and was able to find a total of five condoms of various styles and provenance. And, I told myself, I could always go out and buy more if I needed. That was awfully optimistic of me, thinking I would be running out for extra protection when it was extremely unlikely that I'd ever get to use what I already had.

in place, I

properly organized. And then

can't tell you how

you to know that I would never do anything to risk the closeness we've rediscovered. Whatever happens, I hope you understand that I'm always thinking of you, of us,

all out. I didn't know whether to be terrified or thrilled. Then she said, "I know honey. Soon the shelter-at-home order will end, we'll get a vaccine, you'll

I swear I felt her choke back a

that you love me, and I don't blame you for leaving," Mom continued, "You should go and have your own life. But this, our relationship

the dishes, I took Mom's hand and led her down to the basement. "If you're ankle

Mom said. She eyed me warily, like she knew I was up to something but couldn't exactly figure

to Dad's room.

hockey stuff is piled

fiddle with the TV.

to sit?" Mom asked, hands on her

I said, "I promise to move it all in the morning." I paused, savoring the moment. "Why

a moment, I thought

walked around the couch. When she turned to sit, I moved the blanket out of the way. When she

put my hands on her waist and

said, surprised by my grip. Then my aching, hard

"You OK?" I asked.

"Uh huh," Mom said.