Unspoken Pleasure

An odd sound escaped my mother’s lips, sounding like a half-sob. I raised my eyes to her face and saw that she was trembling. Her lips, her eyes, and her expression twitched in a mixture of shame and rosy-cheeked desire. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to slide my tongue against her lips and into her mouth, where she’d be hot and wet, as wet as the beautiful cleft between her thighs, where came a heavenly perfume that thickened my member and ignited my desires.

“Mom,” I said, “I need to touch you again. I need to press my lips against you, or Jenna’s virginity won’t be safe from my cock.”

“Mark,” Mom panted, “the things you’re saying to me….”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

I know, I thought. I don’t know where these words are coming from either.

“Do you want me to stop saying them?” I asked.

Mom didn’t speak, but eventually–and it was a long, cock-throbbing eventually–she shook her head from left to right and back again, several times. They were small movements, maybe an inch in either direction, but she did shake her head. She couldn’t look at me. From the corner of her left eye, a single, perfect teardrop fell.

It was a storybook tear.

A happy ending tear.

My heart slowed.

My mother was mine.

“Do you like my words?” I asked, my cock throbbing and my knob torturing me as my briefs rubbed against its sensitive surface.

Mom’s face tightened, and another tear fell, but she nodded her head, and again, her movements didn’t travel far.

“Mom,” I said, “stand up and face away from me.” I squeezed her knees. “And keep your shirt above your waist.”

Mom nodded.

She swung her legs from the couch, my hands staying in contact with her skin for as long as they could. She faced away from me, standing in front of me as I had told her to do. Her off-the-shoulder long-sleeved shirt hid her right shoulder but exposed her left, the dainty slope from behind was cute enough to nibble. Her long hair hung down to the middle of her back, longest in the center and getting shorter closer to the sides, forming a downward pointing arrowhead. She had her hands in front of her, with her shirt rolled up around her waist, exposing her perfect, pear-shaped ass. Across her waist lay the impression of her panties, their tightness leaving their mark, but they were quickly darkening back to gold.

Mom stood less than a foot away from the couch. I was near the edge, but I was also sitting back far enough to appreciate the sight before me. I loved how her small ass had some shape but was still small, far from flat, but far from the bubble butt atop Jenna’s thick, athletic thighs. A shadow darkened her crack, where her cheeks pressed together, and below her ass, where her inner cheeks swept away at their base, I could lay my eyes on the golden crescent of her sex.

The heart-shaped gap between Mom’s legs gave my vision complete access to her pussy. She had soft and tender outer lips, separated from her inner lips by narrow creases, and her inner lips slid out from between them. They were pink, a soft horizon-pink, with a beautiful line between them that glistened with her thick honey, a crystal-like film with highlights of white that made her yummy, little cunny shine.

Was her pink clam tasty?

The wet folds of swollen flesh between her legs had to be. I had licked her juices from my fingers last night–licked my fingers until every trace of her flavor coated the nerve endings in my mouth, leaving my taste buds shaking in pleasure and my salivary glands bubbling.

I took a deep breath.

I was about to taste my mother’s pussy for the first time. Holy shit, I was about to have my mother’s pussy in my mouth!

A thought came to me before I could move forward. A shocking realization that made my insides warm until my cheeks turned hot. My mother and my father had been high school sweethearts. They had been junior high sweethearts. Mom had only ever let one man touch her before giving me that same pleasure. My heart trembled as I raised my hands to my mother’s hips and took them in my grasp. For the rest of her life, Mom would be keeping it in the family.

Mom turned her head to the left as far as she could, tilting her head and looking down at me over her shoulder. I looked up and smiled at her, though I didn’t know if she could see me. I was six inches from the top of her ass crack, my nose inhaling her floral scent. I tightened my grip on her hips, puckered my lips, and placed a single kiss above the start of her crack.

A shiver ran through my mother’s body. I pulled her to me as I moved my lips lower, finding the depression of her crack and wiggling a kiss into her center groove. I kissed lower, shifting my body on the couch, giving myself enough room to taste my mother’s curves. My tongue came out on its own, licking Mom’s skin. It was as if I could taste her warmth. I watched small, whitish goosebumps rise across the surface of her flesh, and the finest of hairs on her body stood on end, their color so light that they could have been invisible.

“Do you?” Mom asked, her voice catching as I slid my hands below her hips and pulled them back, digging my fingers into her cheeks and pulling them apart as I laid the bottom of my tongue along her crack.

“Do I what?” I asked after I licked my way back to the top of her ass.

“Do you do this to Jenna?” Mom asked, panting, her body swooning as I move downward, stopping right above the deeper depression of her perfectly blonde, almost bleached asshole.

“Sometimes,” I mumbled against her skin, turning my face in the crack of her ass and rubbing my cheeks against her butt cheeks. “She loves it, but it makes her feel funny.”

I dug my fingers into Mom’s ass again and pulled her cheeks as far apart as I could. My lips dipped inward, and I planted a kiss on her pucker, feeling her heat and then tasting the thicker flavor of her asshole as I pressed my tongue against her rosebud.

“Oh god,” Mom gasped. I had to squeeze her thighs to keep her from falling over. “You shouldn’t. Jenna’s too young”–her voice squeaked as I pushed the tip of my tongue hard against her asshole–“too young for you to do this to her!”

I smiled against her ass and flicked her hole with up and down licks of my tongue. Had Mom looked through my tablet?