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.

with everything in place, I began to enact

put them somewhere I could easily reach when I needed them. I staged the area, so that everything was properly organized. And then I watched, and waited, for my moment. After dinner that night, as Mom

but the fact that it's made us so close? I can't tell you how much that means to me." "Me too," Mom said, "Thank

risk the closeness we've rediscovered. Whatever happens, I hope you understand that I'm always thinking of

Soon the shelter-at-home order will end, we'll get a vaccine, you'll go back to school and I'll...

hear it, but I swear I felt her

"You should go and have your own life. But this, our relationship right now, just know that it will always be very special to

Mom's hand and led her down to the basement.

knew I was

went down to Dad's room. Mom

all your hockey stuff is piled on my

when I go back to school, and I guess I forgot it was there." I walked over and started to fiddle with the TV. I found a movie channel that was showing something quiet and forgettable. I sat down in the one open spot on the couch, pulling the strategically

asked, hands on her hips. Her patience was already running

I don't feel like dealing with it right now," I said, "I promise to move it all

request hang in the air. I could see the gears turning behind her beautiful blue eyes. For a moment, I

said. She shrugged, then walked around the couch. When she turned to sit, I moved the blanket out of the way. When she placed her butt on my leg, I covered us both. "What

my hands on her waist

by my grip. Then my aching, hard cock made contact with her denim-covered

"You OK?" I asked.

"Uh huh," Mom said.