Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

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She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms trapped between them. Feeling a vibration in the couch, Stan glanced toward her. Is she rubbing herself again? He was certain she was doing that with her elbow. She was focussed on the TV, but there was a strange look on her face. Stan thought she looked frightened, lonely.

"Are you alright, Mom?"

She jerked her head toward him as though she had forgotten he was in the room, and his words startled her. She sat up straight, lowering her feet to the floor, putting her hands on her thighs. "Yes. What do you mean?" Her words sounded strong, but her face was flushed. Stan knew she was embarrassed.

His concern overrode his own bashfulness, and he said, "Well, to tell the truth, that's not the first time I've seen you rubbing yourself down there. Are you itchy or something?" He did feel justified since she had commented a time or two when he had been giving himself a little attention when his junk needed scratching or was in an uncomfortable position.

She blossomed a darker shade of red and turned away from him. "I don't know what you mean." Then she paused a moment, staring at something on the far wall before turning back to him. Her face softened. "I don't know what's wrong with me." Tears welled in her eyes and her jaw quivered. Her next words came in a rush as though she was afraid if she didn't blurt them, they'd stick and never come out. "These past few days, I've found myself needing to rub against things." Her eyes grew wide, and her mouth pulled into an 'O' as though she'd shocked herself by speaking. "I can't talk about this with my son."

"Why not Mom. We've always been open with each other."

"But this is different. It's," again she paused, her eyes flicking here and there, then back at him, "you know." She glanced down, then up. "The sex thing." She hissed the words.

"We talk about sex all the time."

"But not like this."

"Because its you? Mom, if you're feeing horny. Its no big deal."

though he'd struck her. Is she this embarrassed to

that." She looked away before continuing. "It's

toward her. "How long

know. A few

been taking that these past few days. Right?" "Do

me heard about it or read it somewhere." He considered his next words before giving them voice. "Why don't you just go rub one out? That's

think I haven't tried that? Just

smile from creeping across his face. He wasn't finding this funny so much as he was feeling good about her being in the position he had been before. "Look, Mom. Maybe

I'm not ready for that. I don't have the energy

how about a f..." He stopped himself before saying fuck. He was

was the first time he ever heard

how about..." Again, Stan paused, weighing the wisdom of saying what he was

quick glance, then giggled. "Wore the batteries out."

laughed. He felt a closeness with her now that she was sharing a part of her, she never had before. "Well, how can I help? I can't

Stan knew she was trying to say something but was uncertain if she should. In a small voice, she continued. "Maybe you could...," she flicked her

eyes moved back to him that Stan thought he understood. The idea was preposterous, but he had to find out for certain. "You want me to rub one out for

be enough."

mom, as she'd suggested, didn't seem any worse than giving her a back

the hallway. "You think so?