Unspoken Pleasure

Mom smiled, her eyes narrowing as clouds of pink swirled to life across her regal features.

“Then make me take it,” Mom whispered, “since I have no choice.”

“No choice,” I whispered.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“None,” Mom said, barely shaking her head, making it sound like a question.

“None.”

I moved up my mother’s body, kissing her pubic hair, kissing her waist, licking my way to her navel, the touch of my tongue making her suck in her stomach as I continued upward. I caressed her breasts as I licked each of her long nipples, sucking them into my mouth while coning her breasts and forcing more of her tit flesh beyond my lips.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” Mom moaned with deepening degrees of sensuality. She purred when I kissed her throat, and she sighed as I kissed the line of her jaw and nibbled her ear lobes, and she chased my mouth when I finally held my face above hers. “I can feel the heat of your cock against my pussy lips.”

“Mom,” I moaned, “you have a dirty mouth.”

Mom nodded her head, her eyes sparkling as she said, “And you make me use it.”

“I have to,” I whispered, “if you want me to stay away from Jenna.”

“Oh,” Mom said, smiling, “right.” She reached down between our bodies, rubbing her pussy once, her fingers sawing through her wet lips, and then she took my dick in an overhand grip and lubed my meat with her slippery juices. “Are you going to make me guide you into me? Are you ready to come home, Mark?”

I had a lot to learn about talking dirty, but I nodded to let my mother know I was ready to come home. Mom pulled me forward, her grip beneath my corona, and without having to look, she fit my knob to the steamy lips of her pussy.

“Push forward,” Mom said in a throaty whisper. “Put your cock inside me.”

I did as my mother told me to do. Her pussy lips kissed the tip of my glans, and then they spread apart, taking their time to unravel before rolling over my spongy crown. Heat misted my knob, followed by the sticky wetness of my mother’s inside. A tingling sensation raced through my tip and down my shaft, swirling around my balls and tightening my asshole. Mom’s slick pussyhole fought my girth, then spread, sliding over me with a wet, velvety grip that tugged at my skin while massaging me at the same time, sending tremors of pleasure throughout my body.

“Uh,” Mom grunted heavily when my glans opened her hole and sank into her pussy. “That’s a thick head, baby.” Mom closed her eyes and lips and released a deep, guttural sound from her throat. “Ease yourself into me. Mmm, that’s it. That’s it. Work that hot dick into me nice and slow–ooh–back and forth, feed this pussy your fuck meat–ah–a little at a time, baby. Mmm, yeah, there you go.”

Mom still hadn’t let go of my dick. As I pushed into her, her insides fought me, the strain of her tightness forcing a wet friction across every inch of my cock. Mom would stop me, push me backward, then pull me forward, allowing me to open her twat with another inch of my cock when she was ready to take more of my salami. Her face tightened, her lips pressed together, and with every inward thrust, she would exhale a quiet moan, followed by a sigh of relief whenever I pulled my cock from her silky chamber.

“Are you okay?” I whispered, straining not to plunge my cock into her as hard as I could.

“Does it look like I’m in pain?” Mom asked, her voice trembling. “It’s beautiful-agony, son. It only looks–ooh, baby–like it hurts, which is why your dick is so–mmm–fucking hard right now.”

I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t enjoy the pornos where the woman was struggling to take the dick, but I spoke the truth when I said, “Everything about you makes me hard, Mom.”

“So you don’t want to pound your cock into me and find out how loud you can make me whimper as I struggle against your big dick?”

My cheeks warmed, turning red.

“How does this pussy feel?” Mom asked when half of my cock was inside of her. She still had her hand on my shaft, jerking me and pulling the skin trapped within her cunny tight against my knob. “I can feel you throbbing inside of me.”

“Your pussy feels like heaven,” I said, clenching my jaw as Mom’s inner muscles rippled along my shaft. It was as if I had dipped my cock into the softest, creamiest, and tightest channel of flesh in the world. My hardness fought her cunny tunnel, seeking to straighten her out while her narrow passage tried to bend my cock to its contours. Mom’s snatch wrestled with my prick, setting my nerve-endings afire with pleasure that was about to cause my balls to erupt in ecstasy. “I’m trying not to come.”

“It’s okay if you come,” Mom said, smiling at me as if I were her baby boy seeking encouragement. “Go ahead, Mark, come in Mommy’s cunt.”

“Not yet,” I hissed, shaking my head. “I want this to last.”

“What’s the matter,” Mom whispered, her tone sexy and sly, “is your cum too good for Mommy’s hot, little pussyhole?”

I groaned, whispering, “I just don’t want to come yet.”

Mom stroked the half of my cock that wasn’t resting inside of the oven between her thighs. Soaked in pussy juice as it was, Mom’s hand slid over my shaft with a slick ease as she whispered, “It’s okay to come in Mommy’s pussy. It’s okay to fill Mommy with cum.” Mom squeezed my cock with her fingers and pussy muscles. “My pussy can take it, baby. It’s okay.” Mom bit her lower lip, her face pouting in the sexiest of helpless ways. “And a good son should be able to stay hard for his mommy’s pussy after he fills it with his jizz.”

I moaned, the sound shaking and trembling as my mother slid her hand up my shaft to her pussy lips, then back down, reversing her grip to an underhanded caress. When she reached my sack, her fingers continued to slide over my honey-covered flesh, cupping my balls and holding my sensitive testes in her palm. Mom whispered, “Mark, I’m not on birth control,” as the buzzing within my sack exploded outward.

“Oh, fuck!” I whimpered as my nuts released a tidal wave of pleasure that stiffened my entire body. My insides exploded in ecstasy, the rays of bliss escaping through my skin as my entire existence shattered in joy.

Mom continued holding my nuts–something mothers aren’t supposed to do–her fingers working my balls and sack, coaxing my cream through my swelling shaft and into her unprotected purse.

“Give it to me,” Mom whispered. “Give Mommy all of that good-boy cream.”

“Jesus, fuck, Mom,” I moaned, resting my weight on her slender body and pressing my chest into her tits. My hips moved forward, and the rest of my dick filled up her twat as my jizz lubed her walls. The length and thickness of my cock made her eyes widen as she took all of my size for the first time.

“Jesus,” Mom whimpered. “Stay hard for Mommy, Mark. Ooh, fuck, stay hard for me.” She continued caressing my balls as she whispered her dirty words. “Stay hard for this pussy. This is naughty, family pussy you’re fucking. That’s it; stay hard, oh, fuck, I can feel you getting harder for me. Mmm, fuck, that’s right, baby–mmm, god damn, you’re in my guts. Give me what I need. I knew–mmm–my son could stay hard for his mommy’s pussy. Keep this big dick hard for me so you can make another mess in my fuckhole.”

Keeping hard wasn’t the problem, but every time I moved, or my cock twitched, or my mother’s pussy walls kissed my knob, my hypersensitive glans wanted to scream and drop another load into my mother’s soaking wet snatch.

Mom released my balls, and a long sigh escaped my lips. Her hands slid to my sides, where she grabbed my muscles just above my waistline and pulled me into her. She spread her knees, placed the soles of her feet on the outsides of my legs, and rowed her pussy down my cock, then up it, her walls sucking at me with a tight, silk-wrapped rubbery friction.