Unspoken Pleasure

I showered, I rested, then I decided to work out. We had a spare upstairs master suite that dad and I had converted into a small gym. We had a treadmill, an Olympic weight bench, dumbbells, a pull-up, and dip machine, and just enough room to use each machine without having to tuck anything in. I skipped cardio and performed a lightweight/many reps routine, working hard, but not so hard I wouldn’t be able to give my mother the fucking she deserved.

What a weird thought, I thought. Giving my mother the fucking she deserved. Never in my life had I imagined myself thinking something like that for any reason, but now it seemed as natural as breathing.

I took another shower, humming “Never Going to Give You Up” by Rick Astley.

Jeans and a plain black T-shirt made up my outfit, and I was downstairs, sitting on the couch with my phone off to the side when I heard Mom’s office door open and close. I heard the opening and closing of her bedroom door; then it opened again about ten minutes later.

Mom came downstairs, dressed in a high-on-the-thigh, gray tennis skirt. If she bent over, she’d be showing muff. She also wore a dark blue polo shirt with a white collar and trim. The fabric hugged her littlish tits, and by the way they bounced and her nipples stuck out, I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She still had her hair worn back, though it looked neater than this morning. She had her purse on her left arm and her sunglasses on her face, and as she cleared the last stair, she tossed me the keys to her Mercedes SUV.

“I want to go out for lunch today,” Mom said, heading for the door. “To Biggie’s Burgers. You can drive.”

“Your car?”

“Yeah,” Mom said, “it’s harder for most people to look through my windows than yours when we’re driving. You never know when we may need our privacy.”

I followed my mother outside. We were driving through our neighborhood five minutes later, on our way to the fast-food drive-through with Mom’s purse in the backseat and my cock growing in pants every time she tilted her head to look at my crotch.

“How are things with Jenna?” Mom asked.

“Good,” I said, shrugging, my eyes glancing at her lotioned legs. “She’s frustrated.”

“And you?”

“Not as much as I used to be.” I smiled. “But, it’s hard when I’m around her.”

“You are being careful?”

I nodded.

“You’ve done stuff with Jenna,” Mom said. “Tell me, what have you done?”

“Kissed,” I said, my cheeks warming enough to tell me that they were turning red.

“Aw, what’s the matter?” Mom asked. “Why so shy?”

I shrugged.

“Have you… sucked Jenna’s titties?” Mom asked, licking her lips. “They look nice. Are they as cute as her pussy?”

“Yes,” I said, my heartbeat rising and my cock swelling. “I’ve sucked them.”

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“Yes,” I said, my voice shaky.

“Have you fingered it?”

“Yes.”

“Tasted it?” Mom whispered. She sounded fucking hot.

“Yes,” I said, lowering my voice as my cock pushed against my pants with a slow uncoiling of flesh.

“Has she gone down on you yet?” Mom asked, her voice turning throaty.

“She’s waiting for our first time together, but she jerks me off.”

“Has she ever jerked you off while you were driving?” Mom’s right hand slid along her shoulder strap, tugging it further outward with every pass.

“Not yet,” I said, and when Mom sat there staring at me through her sunglasses, I added, “but you’re going to. Right now.”

“Are you making me?”

“Yeah.” My cock thickened, making my jeans uncomfortable. “I’m making you, Mom.”

Mom pulled her shoulder strap over her head, letting it fall back against the seat. It was only then I noticed how loose the seatbelt was, and I immediately slowed down–not that I was driving fast in my mother’s Mercedes–but I slowed down nonetheless. She turned toward me, pulling her left leg up, her pleated tennis skirt unable to hide the bright pink triangle of her lacy panties, the coverage so small that the start of her thong dipped between the lower portion of her pussy lips.

“Like them?” Mom asked, her eyes following mine between her legs as we sat at a stop sign. “I bought them for you.”

“I love them.”

A car honked behind me, and I drove off.

“Mark, if you’re going to make me do naughty things to you,” Mom whispered, “then take your time driving to Biggie’s Burgers.”

I took my time.

Mom leaned over, saying, “Shit,” as she unbuckled her seatbelt completely. I eased up on the gas, driving as slow as I could without becoming too suspicious. She leaned toward me, her hands moving over my jeans, her touch tickling me through the thickness of my pants as she ran her right hand up my thigh. Her hand dipped inward, caressing my inner thigh, then sliding between my legs, cupping my cock and balls through my pants.

“What do we have here?” Mom teased, adding pressure to her caress as she played with my belt. “What are you stuffing your pants with to make your bulge so big?”

I could hear it in my mother’s voice: She didn’t want her dirty talk to be a monologue, so I said, “I’m stuffing my pants with the big cock you gave me.”