Unspoken Pleasure

Mom stopped halfway up the staircase. I had a clear view of her ass, and with her left foot on the stair above her right foot, I could see the entire divide running the length of her pussy to the top of her ass. She turned her head toward me, looking down over her bare shoulder, and she asked, “Or else you’re going to Jenna?”

“Yeah,” I said, but only because something in her voice drew that word from my lips.

“I guess I have no choice,” Mom said, and she continued upstairs with a lighter spring in her step.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered after Mom had disappeared. “Maybe I can stay away from Jenna for the next couple of years.”

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Sexy Blackmail

I left my mother’s panties on my bed, took another shower, and went back downstairs. It was early, but I was no less horny. I spent the next two hours watching porn in the living room–I didn’t bother turning down the sound. What would Mom think of that? My cock loved it, and I did something that I never thought I’d be able to do–I didn’t touch myself. Instead, I stripped down naked and sat in the living room, enjoying the crisp, air-conditioned breeze. My cock felt bigger and more sensitive, and a chill danced over my skin as I imagined Mom coming downstairs and finding me naked.

Too far too soon?

I didn’t know, but I had my shorts and shirt nearby, just in case. It didn’t matter because sitting naked and watching porn in my mother’s living made me tingle all over. I had some energy to burn, and by the time my phone buzzed with a text from Mom, my body wanted to run through walls and jump over houses.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I grabbed my phone and checked the text. Mom had sent, Can you bring an apple, a bottle of water, and a banana to my office. Thank you.

I stood, still naked, still hard, and I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on, but I left my shirt off. A little at a time. I had so much left to do with my mother; suck on her tits, a handjob, a blowjob, titty-fucking, everything I had seen in porn, and kissing. My heart swelled with that last thought. Kissing my mother would be so… forbidden. Kissing was something I could do with my mother in public, for everyone who didn’t know us to see. Oh, fuck, my imagination was going to be the death of me. I jog-ran to the kitchen, collected Mom’s stuff, then hurried upstairs and down the hallways to her office. I knocked on the door once before I pushed it open and stepped inside with everything–including my phone–in my hands.

The sight that greeted me forced a hungry moan from my throat. Mom had her curtains open, and sunlight shined across her naked body. She sat in her leather swivel chair, with her left leg crossed under her right–the leg closest to me–and she was leaning backward, as naked as a woman can be. Her almost small breasts drew my eyes, capped by flavorful pink nipples that deserved to be the toppings on two scoops of peach sherbet. After clicking her mouse several times, she sat back and turned her chair toward me, giving me the full view of the hairs between her legs and the upper half of her pussy. Below, the rest of her cunny rested against her leather seat.

“Thank you for bringing me my lunch,” Mom said. Her eyes traveled over my upper body, lingering on my chest and abs, then dropping to my tented shorts, where she released a heavy sigh. “Did you come up here expecting more from me today?”

Mom’s tone sounded rushed. Her breathing had turned heavier, and I heard the tremor of excitement in her voice, like a nervous person trying to give a speech. Her pink nipples stood thick and hard atop her tits, puckered to what had to be soreness. I wanted to suck them so much.

“Yes,” I said, flexing my cock.

Mom’s eyes widened, then narrowed, and she said, “May I eat my lunch first?”

“Yes.” I stepped into her office to hand her her things. “I’ll take pictures while I wait.” As she took her food, I looked at her computer screen. She had none of her work windows open, but filling her monitor was the picture of an oiled-up, naked young man who looked around my age. He had a big, big cock–about as big as mine–and he was doing curls in a gym while a sweating MILF about Mom’s age knelt in front of him. She held his balls in one hand and his rock-hard cock in the other. The caption at the bottom of the picture read Mom & Son: Pumping Iron, and there was a paragraph-sized story in the corner of the picture, but I had no chance to read it.

Holy shit.

“Thank you,” Mom said, swiveling her chair to face her computer again as I backed away. I didn’t miss the smile on her face as she bit into her apple.

For the next five minutes, I watched my mother eat her apple, listening to the crunch of her pearly whites against its porous body. She drank her water between bites, tilting her chin upward and arching her back, forcing her titties high as rays of light sparkled against her pink nubs. I took several pictures as I stood by the door, but mostly I watched her mouth open and close and her throat pulse with each swallow.

Sexy, I thought.

When she peeled her banana and slipped the long, white length past her lips, I thought, She’d have a tougher time with me. I took several pictures of her with the banana between her lips, a smile pulling at her mouth. Once, before the banana could reach her, Mom slipped her tongue out and rested the banana atop it before pulling it into her mouth.