Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Unexpected Side Effects: 7

"Oh, the lubricant idea." Her eyes darted around the room. Stan knew she was uncertain, nervous, but the growing heat around his hand told him the thought excited her too. "I'm not certain your hesitation. We're not screwing, just doing what we've been doing, just a little different. Kind of spicing it up."

"If I say yes now, can I say no if I feel too uncomfortable?" Her voice was low, and Stan realized how vulnerable she felt.

"Absolutely, Beth. That goes for both of us, right?"

"Ok, then." She drew the words out then reached for her undies.

"No." Stan stopped her. "Let me do that."

"Okay, but you first." She waggled a finger toward the pants he still wore.

Stan stood, then undid his pants, moving slow, watching her watch him. First his belt, then the snap on his jeans, then the fly, letting each tooth click before pulling down, past the next one.

"Will you hurry up?" Beth propped herself up on one elbow, squeezing her thighs together. Stan smiled, knowing he was teasing her, and she was enjoying it. His knees weakened as a rush of desire coursed through him.

With his fly all the way down, Stan hooked his thumb into the waistband of his underwear, pulled it down until the hair rasping against his thumb told him his pubes were now exposed. "Are you sure you want me to continue?" "You little bugger." His mother sat up, a grin breaking on her face. "Get that thing out here."

erection. A shudder surged through him knowing his mother was seeing him nude.

pulled one knee up, crossing it over her other leg. "Don't be shy," he encouraged

he'd said the wrong thing. She'd called him 'Stanny' when he was a young child, until he'd insisted she stop. Afraid he'd spoiled her mood by reminding her of

up at the ceiling. Stan kissed inside her thighs as he crawled up her body. Not wanting to upset her, he rushed to her breasts, smothering them

nodding her head toward the bottle of lubricant

bit of a massage?" He rubbed his hands together after dousing them as well. "Mm. Sounds good." Beth stretched, arching her back, then settled. Stan began rubbing, squeezing, feeling her as he spread

all the time." Stan rubbed some on himself as well. Her body glistened, slick under his hands. The smell of coconut permeated his sinuses, cascaded down the back of his throat. When he rubbed her between her legs, the aroma of her sex mingled, heightened his enjoyment. Then he made sure his cock was well lubed before laying on top of

She reached between them, gripped his cock, gave it firm squeezes. Every time her hand loosened a bit,

was sliding up and down the shaft of his cock. Stan wondered if she was going to have him enter her, but then realized she was stimulating her clit on his dick, the way she had on his

was a massive turn on for him. It sounded like she was trying to talk but only mews and murmurs escaped her.

my sweet boy, come for mom," Beth puffed into his ear. Stan couldn't keep from wriggling more, he loved how his cock slid in and out of her hand, how she massaged its head. She kept up her squeezes until it began

"Loved it, Beth."

falling. Stan felt her heartbeat

she gave him another stiff squeeze.

was getting hard. In those moments on the edge of sleep, he'd been having erotic thoughts. He propped himself up on

of me, I take care of you." She leaned her head in and took

this wasn't part of their arrangement. But then, them being fully naked together had never been part of it either. "Wait Mom, er

quizzical expression, Stan got on his knees and had her turn around, so she was kneeling, but facing away from him. He pressed his cock against the back of her thighs, then between them. She gasped, started to protest but he reassured her. "Not screwing,