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 things get too

My body felt perfectly timed, like a machine. Despite my speed, Mom stayed right behind me. I noticed how trim she looked. She caught me

mister," she

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

did the same. Her breasts were strapped in tight, I

she had an exam on it coming up. This time, she blushed so

could have gone another eight if I wanted. We came home giggly. Fell onto

Her eyes met mine. We were out in the middle of the neighborhood. The whole world could see us.

our TV night yesterday,"

doing the dishes," Mom said. She gave me a playful

think you owe me some screen time,"

"Is that so?"

my waist. My hands were on her shoulders. I closed

Her cellphone rang.

It rang again.

your father," she said, showing me the screen. Like

Mom up and

as the front screen door swung closed behind her. I lay back on the grass with a loud

*

and got dressed in shorts and 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 in front of her.

some point, it was established that they were our comfort food. That plate

circles onto my plate. She

home tonight," Mom said, "He finally got all the paperwork through. We have to pick him up at

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

have the family all

"I'm sure."

was smiling, but her eyes looked sad. I knew in that moment that Mom wasn't any happier about this than

"For sure," I said.

lose that," Mom said, "I mean, the closeness

I reached across the table and