Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Chapter 1109

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep14

This was the moment. While we ground into each other, I reached down and carefully pulled Mom's panties to the side. A moment later, my bare cock slid through her lips.

Both of us groaned.

"Jay, I'm not sure we..."

"You want me to change the channel?" I asked.

"I don't mean the TV," Mom said, disapproving. But her backside was telling a different story. The warmth of her pussy pressed against my dick. GodDAMN I could already feel myself responding far more than I wanted. "What's up?" I asked, still maintaining my sense of calm. At least, in the part of me that wasn't under the covers. I have to admit, it was fun turning Mom's game against her.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Mom said.

"Watching TV?" I asked. "Cuddling?"

"You're a bastard you know that?" Mom said.

"I'm your bastard," I said.

"No," Mom said firmly, "You're my little knight. My baby boy."

I noticed she hadn't stopped sliding. In fact, her movements were becoming more defined. Driven.

OK, Mom. We're

don't think that's the kind of protection we

got that, too,"

shut. I thought she was ending the action, maybe that was her intention. But then her whole body

burst forth. I squeezed my mother's stomach, holding her tight as I erupted. The simple knowledge that I was pressed against her pussy made my orgasm feel richer, deeper, than before.

sat on the couch, holding tight, like squeezing out each other's

in just her panties and a tank top. The gusset was still pulled to the side, and I could see shoots of curly, blonde pubic hair sticking out over dark, full labia. One bubbly butt cheek was

said, then scampered out of

lay back, totally satisfied and completely unnerved. What had I done? And, worse, how could I get her to do it

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ex," Mom said, "That

"Cassie," I said.

I'm different," Mom

becoming oppressive. I had my shirt off. Mom was in a tank top and shorts. Her foot rested in my crotch. I alternated between covertly rubbing against it and painting her toes a

she'd also slapped my

emotions I could play with. A girl to notch my bedpost with. She was a woman, my mom, and I had to treat her differently than I

that way, anyway. I knew she was different, which was probably why I couldn't control my attraction to her. But that's not what she was getting

is, I don't have some of her, what did you call them? Hang-ups," Mom said, "Kind of the opposite, actually." She was trying to make this sound like idle chat, but there was a weightiness to her words. Also, she hadn't taken her eyes

could see the confusion in my eyes. She buried her

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