Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep18

When I came back from flushing the condom in the toilet, Mom was lying on top of the covers. She was fully dressed. This time, she patted the side of the bed where she wanted me to sit.

We lay back and watched (actually watched this time) a bunch of banal reality shows. They weren't bad, really. But nothing was better than being with Mom. The whole world seemed muted in comparison.

We ate a staid, almost funereal dinner. As I chewed, I mentally reviewed everything that had happened the past month or so. How Cassie had broken up with me. How Mom and I started watching movies together. Starting to run with Mom. Starting to do, um, other things with Mom. Painting her nails in the backyard. Painting her pussy with my tongue in her bedroom. And then, finally, the two of us becoming one.

It was over.

I knew it was going to be hard, but both of us would move on. This time would be a passing reverie. A fever dream of sounds and sentiments. Something that neither of us would ever admit to, but in our secret hearts would share forever. Mom would go back to her life. I'd meet a girl and marry. In stolen moments, we'd share a sneaking smile, but that was all. And even then, we'd wonder if it was all imagined. A skip in time. A blip where the world paused and we slipped around the seconds like phantoms.

Mom's phone buzzed and she looked down at it.

"Your father's flight is delayed," she said. A moment later the phone rang. Mom pushed the button to answer it on speaker, sliding her cell into the middle of the table.

"Hi David!" Mom said, remarkably cheerful. "Jay and I are here -- we saw about your flight. That sucks!"

"It's fine," Dad said. His voice was tired. "I just can't wait to get home."

"I'm sure," Mom said, "We'll have the bed all set up and ready for you." I thought that was a strange thing to promise, but in the context of what we'd been doing in there, I'm sure it was an important detail to Mom. "Whatever," Dad said, "You're still going to come get me."

"Yes, Jay's all set to come pick you up," Mom said. She smiled at me, warmly.

"Don't just send the kid, Julie, seriously," Dad said. Something about how he called me 'the kid' made me wonder if he realized I was on the phone, too. Mom had clearly said I was there, hadn't she?

"Oh, definitely," Mom said, "I can't wait to see you, too. But I'm sure, if he had to, Jay would be fine on his own."

"Jesus Julie, look. I know that Jay's your sweet little boy or whatever, but even you have to admit, he's not exactly firing on all cylinders."

"He's right... He's listening to..." Mom tried to interrupt him, but Dad plowed forward.

"I mean, the kid's almost 19 and I barely trust him to drive to the supermarket for milk without getting in two accidents on the way and bringing home eggs, instead. Let alone the hour's drive up to Bradley and back in the middle of the night." Mom looked at me, ashamed. As if this was somehow her fault. Both of us flushed. I felt embarrassed. Angry. All of it. Still Dad kept going.

"He must've gotten the brains from your family, Julie," Dad said, "Seriously, it's a good thing you were pretty when you were younger, or you wouldn't even have gotten this far."

"Have you been drinking, dear?" Mom asked.

"Only a little while I'm waiting for my flight," Dad said, "OK -- I'm going to go. 12:30, don't forget. I'll text you when I'm boarding."

Click.

The room was so silent, I could hear the house settling. A dog barked in the distance. Mom wouldn't meet my eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Jay. Your father didn't realize."

said. I

Mom said, "Your father hasn't seen how much you've grown up all these years. We're still used to thinking of you as the little boy who nearly burned down the house making Pop Tarts. That's all." "He shouldn't

the table. "It's

not OK,

said, "But

speak them. To say that, somehow, a son could fill in for a husband. That was ludicrous. The roles, the relationships, they were completely different. But then, wasn't that what we'd been doing this

I said, "Like

having a terrible day. Probably a

whole life (duh). I knew he was drunk and probably depressed, too. But I also knew that he'd meant

mom.

back to college. I could leave that place forever if I wanted. But Mom had to live the rest

to save

got time to kill," I said, "Want to watch a

her weighing it in her mind. Knowing that she should say

have to get the bed ready for your father,"

with that," I

"Actually ready," Mom said.

take, like, five minutes.

devil on her shoulders,

only," she said. "No

I readily agreed.

*

comforter and changed the

on the TV. Mom sat on the

Dad. It was going to be a late night, and she was worried we might fall asleep in front of the

there right on time,"

and started flipping channels to

she was really reminding me that this wasn't going to be

course, Bridesmaids. This was the opposite of different, of course. It was the very movie we'd started with. I took

few minutes in, I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over

"Cold?" Mom asked.

Mom's pants and started to unsnap the buttons.

that," she said. But I could hear the

jeans open. Mom

it right on my dick. Mom made a little moan. She squeezed my hardness through my shorts. Both of us were stroking each other through our clothes. To my surprise, Mom was the

as she slipped her jeans and panties

and did the

attention. Mom's hand slipped up and down my bare dick. I rubbed and played with Mom's slippery pussy. We were teasing each other. Taking our time. Two people so

But I wanted more.

want to cuddle,"

her arm around