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 talk about her

that." She looked away before continuing. "It's never been

sat up, leaned toward her. "How long has

A few days, I

medication? You've been taking that these past few days. Right?"

read it somewhere." He considered his next words before giving them voice. "Why don't you just go rub one out? That's what I'd do." They had

haven't tried that? Just

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 you need to find a boyfriend. Someone to help you with those

that. I don't

f..." He stopped himself before saying fuck. He was twenty, but still didn't swear in

head snapped toward him. Stan was shocked. It was the first time

Again, Stan paused, weighing the wisdom of saying what he

out." She hid her face with a hand, peeked a

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

was uncertain if she should. In a small voice,

to him that Stan thought he understood. The idea was preposterous, but

her lower lip. "I think it might help, be enough." Then she stood up. "What am I saying? Of course

don't think that's so terrible." He'd only had a few moments to consider her proposal, but masturbating his mom, as she'd suggested, didn't seem any worse than giving her a back rub. "It really wouldn't

but almost in the hallway. "You think