Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Unexpected Side Effects: 5

"Stan," his mom called through the house. "I'm heading into town. Do you need anything?"

"Where you going?" He looked up from the sketch he was working on at his desk. He'd started doing erotic drawings and this one was a dragon and a female warrior. The dragon's tail was embedded in the muscular woman's pussy. The look on her face was supposed to be ecstasy, but it looked more like a grimace. He'd erased it four times already but couldn't get it just right. "The drug store, but I can stop other places too."

"You refilling your anxiety medication?" Stan couldn't help but smile. He and his mom had been engaging in regular sexual sessions because her meds were stimulating her libido. She needed the effect of the drug and Stan had really started enjoying its side effect. They were being careful about the whole incest thing, so he hadn't screwed his mom, but he'd been doing it a lot lately in his fantasies. Maybe she'd need another of her 'special' sessions after she returned. Gripping the boner he'd sprouted while drawing, the warrior looked a lot like his mom; he didn't want her delaying in town. "No, I'm good."

"I shouldn't be long." He heard the door snick closed. A minute later, their car engine rumbled to life. Stan went back to his sketch.

"Is that me?" Mom's voice startled Stan. He'd been so focussed on his drawing, that he didn't hear her return.

Startled, he jerked, covered the drawing with his arms. He was glad she hadn't returned while he was squeezing the erection he still had. He wasn't comfortable sharing his art, especially since he knew it was his mom on the paper. She was in a rather provocative position.

"Hey," his mother tried to move his hands, but he resisted. "Did you give me stretch marks?"

"Mom," Stan heard the plead in his voice, hating the whinny sound of it. "No one said it's you."

talented

wonderful woman and person. Besides, maybe

marks when I see them. I've looked at them for more

grew when you were pregnant with me. That happens to pretty much all women. The skin can't keep up and so some of it breaks up a little, leaving what I call 'love scars." Stan reached out, placed his fingers alongside his mother's breasts, supported them. "You did that for me, and that is a beautiful

he'd chosen the right words, the right sentiment, to

this mom-son moment could slide into a bawling fest, he asked, "Get your

She gave him a strange, out of the side of

to say. He knew what was

if I need a session?" A smile blossomed,

himself as the dragon, ravaging the warrior princess on the page, left him feeling pretty horny, but, of course, only if her needs were being met. Instead of

pulled her t-shirt over her head then reached behind her back

want this to go fast. There was something to be said about savouring these moments, he knew their sessions weren't going to go on forever. She'd find another man, move on from him. He wanted that for

breasts, Stan reached around her, gripped them, hugged her close, pressing his face to her

responded back, pressing her pelvis against him, pulling his head tight to hers. She gave one of her little

could straddle his leg. After a few minutes of her grinding