Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep16

I extricated myself from under her and went to the master bathroom. Mom could see my bare backside as I went, but I no longer cared.

I took the condom off and dumped it down the toilet. This was it. This was as far as we could go right now. It was already more than I'd ever dreamed of.

I turned back and saw Mom staring at me. No. I wasn't done yet.

I walked out of the bathroom, my flagging cock already refilling with blood. I went to my bedroom, grabbed another condom from my nightstand, and came back to Mom's bed.

Mom was still lying splayed on the bed. Like I'd murdered her there. She gave me a weak smile when she saw me come back in the room. I don't think she realized I was armed for a second attack.

I flung open the covers. For a moment, I could see Mom's bare pussy. Covered in thick, blonde pubic hair. Her labia engorged and deep pink from the stimulation, hanging wide open lewdly.

I climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over us like a vampire hiding behind his cape. I rolled Mom over. Climbed up her like she was now the tree.

"Jay?" Mom asked.

"Just cuddling," I said.

I reached down and centered my cock over Mom's snatch. Then I ground down. Both of us groaned. I was in the perfect place. Well, almost.

Again, I humped against my mother. This time, I was the aggressor. At some point both of us gave up on hiding it. We didn't say anything. Just looked into each other's eyes. A tacit acknowledgement of what we were doing.

I slid my cock back and forth over Mom's hot box. The head of my cock popped into her channel for a moment, then slid out. Mom grunted. She searched my eyes.

I waited for her to say it. If she told me to stop, I would. I told myself I would. But speaking would be crossing the line. I was counting on that, too. We were still under the covers, pretending like that made a difference.

Mom's opening again. This time, I felt her shift her hips slightly, like trying to trap me there. But my dick slid out again, battering her

her ass. This time, when I slid

YES!

from. Buried in my own mom's pussy. I held in place. Too overcome by what I'd accomplished to keep going. I was in Mom. Oh fuck. Even

for going this far. Instead, she

opportunity. I started to pump her. This was it. I was having sex

knees and tilted her ass. I held her hips. We moved

moved and squeezed in a way that I'd never experienced before. I was with a woman for sure. I thought all sex was the same. It didn't occur

couldn't help it. I was getting close, and the

buried myself as deep as I could. Then I unleashed a torrent of cum. Again, it foundered in the reservoir of the condom. I groaned as I emptied myself. Hips still fruitlessly trying to

but I could tell she hadn't orgasmed. I was disappointed in myself for not getting her off. I worried that I'd gone too soon. Blown my one opportunity. Finally, I finished cumming, and disengaged from my mother. I fell onto my back. Now I was the

Mom said, "I would definitely watch

looked over at her, and we shared a

*

got out of bed, my legs so weak, I

day to go differently. I guess I thought that sex was simply too big to ignore. But Mom

night, we had dinner together, then Mom went upstairs before we did the dishes. I'll be honest, I was nervous about that evening. I didn't know what was going to happen. What Mom was going to let me do. I had three more condoms and I damn sure wanted to use them.

If she'd let me.

sleep shirt and something came over me. Like a switch had been flipped. She

back down the stairs on automatic. A pussy-seeking missile incapable of missing my target. I don't know what it was about that shirt. It wasn't sexy. But something about it,

the kitchen. Mom was

you long enough,"

of that lime green shirt. Slipped it up, over her hips. Bared

on underneath. I saw the pale skin of her rounded butt. The thick lips of her pussy. I