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.

Mom said, "Before things get too

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

your own paper, mister," she

I said. I had been joking, but then Mom pinked, and I realized I was

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

she had an exam on it coming up. This time, she blushed so deep, I thought she might

It felt easy, like I could have gone another eight if I wanted. We came home giggly. Fell

met mine. We were out in the middle of the neighborhood. The whole world could

missed our TV

was worn out from doing the dishes," Mom said. She gave me a

you owe me some

"Is that so?"

her shoulders.

Her cellphone rang.

It rang again.

and took it out. "It's your father," she said, showing me

let Mom up and she

screen door swung closed behind her. I lay back on

*

a t-shirt. When I came downstairs, I found Mom already sitting at the table. She was back in her usual uniform of a flannel shirt over a white, ribbed tank top and high-waisted jeans. A plate of waffles sat

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 couldn't

down and Mom placed two steaming circles onto my plate. She couldn't

"He finally got all the paperwork through. We have to pick him up at Bradley after

I said, "You must be happy he'll be home." It was a cheap shot, I know, but Mom batted

to have the

"I'm sure."

barely taste my breakfast, but I forced 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. Just more mature.

"For sure," I said.

that," Mom said, "I mean,

I reached across the table and took