Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Unexpected Side Effects: 3

"Alright. Good. Let me do this." He crammed the edge of his hand against her, his thumb pointing up her stomach, his fingers between her legs. She moaned, pressing back.

Stan moved his hand in and out, applying and releasing the pressure. She closed her eyes, lifted herself a little, making it easier for him to move his hand. Pushing down with his thumb as he lifted his hand, he pictured it stimulating her clitoris. "Is that good, Mom?"

"Uh huh." She spoke from deep in her throat. "Call me Beth."

"What?"

"If we are going to do this, call me Beth." The words puffed out of her. "But only while we're doing it."

Ok, sure. Ah, Beth." Her name sounded funny on his tongue.

As though him speaking her name gave her some sort of permission, she moaned out a long, "Ahhh," grinding against his hand. She lifted herself up and down, her hips rocking. "Oh, yes. Put your arm in there."

Stan shifted so she was riding against his forearm. His cock was rock hard in his pants as he thought about what he was doing for his mother. He would take care of that issue later. For now, he needed to concentrate to bring her the relief she was looking for. Her thrusts became more urgent. He moved his arm in time with her grinding to put pressure on her clit. Her efforts grew more frantic, her breath rushing in and out in great pants.

And then she was pressing against him, her arms around his shoulders, her body turning more toward him. She tucked her head tight against his ceaseless "Yeses," hissing out of her. Shudders racked her, and she ground herself against him so hard it generated enough heat that it felt like an arm burn his father would sometimes give him. Is she orgasming? He wondered.

He looked at her face. She was sweating, her features tense and sharp. Her eyes were closed. He breath came in gasps. Yes, I'm pretty sure she is. And, with that thought, Stan felt a flood of emotion for this woman, and he was thankful he could help her reach this state of bliss.

"Oh, god, Stan." The words puffed in his ear. "That was intense. I hope you don't think poorly of me."

"Mom, I love you. I'm glad to help you out."

arm from between her legs. She held it for a moment, squeezing it with her thighs, then released it. "Are you okay with all this?" She sat

know if

face. "I think

adjusting his clothes so his erection wouldn't show. He didn't want her to think

away. He noticed her eyes dropped to the front of his

his memory of stimulating his mom creep into his thoughts. It was just a back scratch. He told himself over and over. That didn't work, and he found himself jerking off several times a day. You can't think about your

Then he noticed they both had his mom's face, her shape, it was her

His mom was standing just inside the living room,

stimulation, he looked at

sucked her lower lip into her mouth, twisted her body. Stan

tried to make it

break out in a light sweat and admitted he had

She squinted

He sat himself up, straighter,

beside him as he'd expected, she straddled one of his legs. "Is this

his hands on her knees, feeling nervous, uncertain how to proceed. He didn't need to. She began grinding her crotch against his thigh, pressing down. She sighed, closed her

to do, he decided to just

herself by placing her hands on

thumbs up the inside of her legs. After three slow rubs, he pressed his thumbs into her crotch, where he imagined the top of her vulva to be. He watched her face. Her

"Ah, yes," she hissed.

"You like that?"

moved forward, and she smiled