Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep15

I was certain that was the end of it, but Mom told me over dinner that she was looking forward to watching TV that night.

"I think we can go back to the bedroom, though," she said, "Since the couch is covered in your stuff." My mind flashed back to my mother standing up, covered in my stuff and I blanked. That's how my mind worked now. Everything was dirty. I agreed with Mom of course. She could have suggested we go sleep on sharpened razor blades and I'd have said 'yes' in an instant. So, after we'd finished eating and done the dishes, our usually routine, I let Mom take my hand and lead me back through the threshold of her bedroom. To the place that still, to me, felt forbidden. Of husbands and wives, not mothers and sons. Maybe that's why she wanted us there. It changed the dynamic.

I brought my iPad and set it up on the bed. Mom crawled under the covers on her side. I did the same on mine. Then I started the show. We'd started bingeing on some thing about glass blowing. We'd seen almost all the episodes which is funny because we hadn't actually watched any of them.

As soon as it started, Mom lifted her hips, and I knew she was slipping out of her jeans. There was a low rustle as she dropped them on the side of her bed. I decided to do the same. I reached for my shorts and, at the last second, decided to take off my boxers, too.

A moment later, my decision was rewarded as Mom reached over and grabbed my bare cock.

"Hm! Well, someone's feeling aggressive today," Mom said.

"What?"

"I mean that piece of sculpture, he's never going to finish it in time," Mom said.

"Oh. Right."

I reached over to find Mom's pussy was equally uncovered. Her curly pubes tickled at my palm as I dipped my pointer into her hot slot.

that, Mom said, "He should probably be using

at me, meaningfully. For a moment, I froze. The realization dawned

out of her pussy. I'd planned for everything the night before, but for some reason it hadn't occurred to me that things were going to

said, and slipped out from under

my bare body from the waist down. My dick

under the covers and in the darkness. The way she stared now -- pupils huge, lips sucked small --

quickly pulled them on. This was becoming

quickly left Mom's bedroom and hauled toward mine. I had all five condoms, waiting for me in my nightstand drawer. I grabbed a random one, tore

leapt back into the bed with Mom, ripping the covers over me and stripping off my boxers. Mom giggled

really into this

me, but instead she touched my arm

leg slipped up to rest on my thigh -- I could feel she was bare, below. Mom

is OK, right?" Mom

cuddling," I said, "Moms and sons

"Right," Mom said.

my chest and under the covers. She clasped my cock. Moms and sons definitely didn't do that. Or, at least, they weren't supposed to. I

I could feel the heat of her pussy on my thigh. Her shirt-covered breasts on my arm. For a moment, I wondered if there was

of me. Her head now resting on my chest. Arms wrapped around me in a hug. Pussy -- oh fuck -- her pussy was in the exact right place. Directly on top of my dick. Mom put her hands on my chest. Her eyes met mine.