Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep17

I groaned as the ecstasy rushed over me. One massive squirt. Then another. Filling the condom. Emptying myself. Mom rolled under me. Both of us entwined under the spell we'd created together.

I knew in that moment that Mom was truly mine.

I stepped back. Mom stayed bent over the sink. Then, like nothing had happened, she went back to washing the dishes, humming to herself tunelessly. The long green shirt hung down to her mid-thigh. My dick still hung out of my shorts. The used condom, covered in Mom's juices and filled with my semen, felt cold and slimy on my cock.

I took it off, carefully, and dumped it in the trash. Then I tucked myself away. Mom turned when she heard me closing my zip.

"You going to help here or what?" she asked. A dopey grin played on her lips. I sidled up next to her and grabbed the towel. She handed me a plate and I rubbed it dry.

"Sorry, spaced out for a minute," I said, as if any of that made sense.

"You know, I can't think of the last time I enjoyed doing the dishes that much," Mom said, she turned her head to look right at me.

"It's been a while?" I asked, unable to control the cocky grin overtaking my face.

"Decades," Mom said. She smiled right back at me.

*

For the first time in over a month, we skipped our usual TV night. We both knew why. It wasn't an ending. It was the beginning. And both of us wanted to be ready for it.

The next morning, I woke up in my own bed and it felt weird. I was so used to passing out in other places. I got dressed and found Mom waiting for me in the kitchen. Already stretching. She had on a pair of short shorts and a black sports bra. Her little bellybutton flashed as she bent to the side.

"It's super-hot out," Mom said.

I pulled my shirt off. Mom didn't bother to hide her gape. She reached out to touch my chest and I let her. Traced her fingers on my bare pecs and stomach.

"Have I told you how good you look?" Mom asked, "You're amazing."

"You too," I said, and I risked touching Mom's naked tummy. She flinched, but she didn't say anything.

going," Mom said, "Before

my speed, Mom stayed right behind me. I noticed how trim she looked. She caught me staring back at

your own paper, mister," she called

I said. I had been joking, but then Mom pinked, and I realized I was right on the mark. Mom sped up

she said, eyeing my bare chest. I pointedly did the same. Her breasts were strapped in tight, I couldn't see a thing,

who was studying my torso like she had an exam on it coming up. This time, she blushed so deep, I

most either of us had ever done. It felt easy, like I could have gone another eight if I wanted. We came

the middle of the neighborhood. The whole world could

TV night yesterday," I

out from doing the dishes," Mom said. She

you owe me

"Is that so?"

her shoulders. I closed

Her cellphone rang.

It rang again.

reached into her pocket and took it out. "It's your father," she said, showing me the screen. Like I needed

let Mom up and she leapt to

swung closed behind her. I lay back

*

found Mom already sitting at the table. She was back in her

kid, whenever I had a bad day, Mom would make waffles for me. I don't know how the tradition started, but at some point, it was established that they were our comfort food. That plate was the death knell of what we'd been doing. It told me everything that Mom

sat down and Mom placed two steaming circles onto my plate. She

home tonight," Mom said, "He finally got all the paperwork through.

see," I said, "You must be happy he'll be home." It was a cheap shot, I

nice to have the family all together again,"

"I'm sure."

myself to eat. Mom sat and watched me. She was smiling, but her eyes looked sad. I knew in that moment that Mom wasn't any happier about this than I was.

"For sure," I said.

Mom said, "I mean, the closeness

I said. I reached across the table and