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.

I felt her shift her hips slightly, like trying to trap me there. But my dick slid out again, battering her little

ass. This time, when I slid my cock upwards, I dropped right

YES!

then finished filling her all the way. We were completely, truly, connected now. My cock in the place I'd come from. Buried in my own mom's pussy. I held in place. Too overcome by what I'd accomplished

Mom to say something. To chide me for going this far. Instead, she lay back. Chest rising

might lose the opportunity. I started to pump her. This was it. I was having sex with my mom. She reached up and put her hand on my cheek. It was

tilted her ass. I held her hips. We moved like

woman for sure. I thought all sex was the same. It didn't occur to me that there might also be skill involved. Mom was a maestro. Even as I fucked her, she

said. I couldn't help it. I was getting close,

buried myself as deep as I could. Then I unleashed a torrent of cum. Again, it foundered in the reservoir of the

her off. I worried that I'd gone too soon. Blown my one opportunity. Finally,

Mom said, "I would definitely

looked over at her, and

*

Mom and Dad's bed again. Mom was already up. I heard her humming to herself downstairs. I got out of bed, my legs so weak, I felt like I'd already done my morning exercise. I made myself get ready,

was simply too big to ignore. But Mom and I went for our run, took turns showering in separate bathrooms, then went about the rest of our day as if

going to happen. What Mom was going to

If she'd let me.

stairs in that long, green sleep shirt and something came over me. Like a switch had been

come 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

walked into the kitchen. Mom was bent over

you long enough,"

Reached for the hem of that lime green shirt. Slipped it up, over her hips. Bared that incredible

skin of her rounded butt. The thick lips of her