Unspoken Pleasure

I held my mother’s tits, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, tweaking them, twisting them, making her gasp as I ran my dick through the crack of her ass. My skin tingled, and my cock buzzed; my orgasm was so close but so far away. The idea of my dad catching me with my mother–his wife–added an adrenaline rush to my body that hollowed out my insides. Would he join me in pleasing his wife?

“Push your cock between my legs,” Mom panted, her titties now slick with sweat. “Hurry, you nasty bastard.”

“Fuck,” I gasped in her ear, keeping my voice low. I hunched my hips, pulling my ass back, and the tip of my cock slid downward. My knob pressed into Mom’s crack, parting her cheeks as it made its way to the steamy, heart-shaped gap between her legs. I found the gap and pushed forward, the top of my prick grazing my mother’s smooth and juicy pussy lips. She closed her legs and lowered her right hand beneath her snatch, taking hold of my throbbing prick.

“Fuck me,” Mom hissed. “Fuck your mother’s thighs!”

I pumped her thigh gap fast and hard, keeping our bodies pressed together as my cock collected her slippery cunny cream. Her fingers squeezed me hard, and I was big enough for her to jerk off the upper half of my cock as the rest of me lay between her legs. Precum dripped from me, wetting Mom’s hand along with her cunny-honey, making every thrust between her legs a slippery stroke that pulled on my dick’s skin with pleasure-building intensity.

“Come, baby, come,” Mom hissed. “Come, baby. Come in my hand. Come in Mommy’s hand. Come for me, baby. Come for this pussy between my legs.”

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned into the collar of her dress, using the cotton to muffle my sounds as my balls released a thick jet of hot, sticky jizz into my shaft. I hugged Mom tightly against me, her heart beating hard through her chest and tits and her legs squeezing me in a slippery hug. She held onto my knob with both hands, catching my baby batter as it splashed against her palms.

“Jerk the rest of it onto my ass,” Mom said, pulling her hands from between her legs.

I pulled my cock back, my shaft softening into a semi-hard, rubbery elephant’s trunk. Taking my cock by its neck with my right hand, I dragged the tip through Mom’s crack, leaving strings of liquid crystal in her cleft as I jerked my shaft with my left hand. When I stepped away from her, Mom’s dress fell back around her thighs. She turned around, and holding her hands cupped together, she lifted the pool of cum in her palms and lapped at it like a kitty, looking me in the eyes the entire time.

It wasn’t until after my cum was in her tummy that she said, “Your father!” as her eyes went wide.

I walked around the corner, and as we had hoped, Dad had forgotten about dinner and was watching TV. “It’s ready,” I said and hurried to my chair, needing to hide the cum stain on the front bulge of my shorts.

After dinner, Dad had another two fingers of whiskey, along with his sleeping pill. He headed upstairs as soon as his first yawn widened his mouth. Before he left, he asked Mom, “Coming to bed? I need someone to cuddle me to sleep.”

No, I thought, lengthening the word until it echoed in the distant reaches of my skull. I knew Mom could come back downstairs after Dad had fallen asleep, but I didn’t want to wait.

“I’ll be right there.” Mom kissed him on the cheek before he went upstairs. When Dad was gone, she turned to me and said, “Does Mommy get a kiss tonight?”

We were on our couch, in our safe place. I slid to her, moving between her legs and pressing my lips to hers. Our mouths opened, our tongues came out, and we spent the next several minutes involved in deep, wet kisses that we punctuated with the sounds of our lips coming together and breaking apart.

“You’re coming back down when Dad falls asleep,” I said to Mom, pulling up her skirt and sliding my right palm down the inside of her thigh, cupping her wet folds. I slid my middle finger between her lips, making her back arch as I probed her pink depths. “I want to play with this some more.” I squeezed her pussy hard.

“Mmm,” Mom groaned as I rubbed her G-spot. “You know–mmm–Mark, we were always–oh–afraid of buying you”–Mom spread her knees wide and pushed her cunny onto my finger–“new fucking toys because you played with them–uh–so much. You always broke them right away.” Mom closed her eyes and whimpered as I pressed my thumb down on her little, pink pearl. “Is that what you’re going to do to me? Are you going to break Mommy’s pussy?”

“Mom,” I groaned, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up, “only if your pussy deserves it.” Who, but me, was lucky enough to talk to his mother this way?

“It does, baby, oh it fucking does,” Mom whispered. “But right now, you have to let my pussy go. I need to tuck your father into bed.”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“If you say so,” I whispered. Would she fuck him? “But come back down as soon as he falls asleep.”

Mom shook her head. “You’ve had enough for today and night, and you have to get your sleep. There’s something you need to make me do tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” I slipped another finger into my mother’s dewy twat.

“Mmm, you little shit,” Mom hissed. “Yeah. You have to make me take your big dick. Now, get off of me.” I parted with my mother, but so slowly that she had to push me off.

“Come downstairs later,” I said as she walked upstairs.

“No,” Mom said. “You get some rest.”

“I’m making you.”

“No,” she sounded amused.

“Then,” I said, my chest swelling with new energy, “I’ll come and take it from you.”

Mom stopped halfway up the stairs and turned to look at me from over her left shoulder. “With your father sleeping right next to me?” She smiled that, aw, son, you’re too cute for words, smile. “You wouldn’t dare.”

I fell back on the couch, but I knew something that Mom probably didn’t think I knew. When Dad drank before taking his pill, he slept right through the night, and not even a thunderbolt from Zeus could wake him.