Unspoken Pleasure

Mom wasn't in the living room, so I turned right at the stairs, swung around one-hundred and eighty degrees, and walked straight to the kitchen through the shortcut hallway. My cock, hanging heavy on my sack, thickened with each step. I took a deep breath as my heartbeat swelled. What kinds of thoughts were running through my mother's head?

I stepped into the kitchen and walked straight to the marble island. Mom sat at the breakfast table as she always did in the mornings, reading the paper as the sun shined through windows and sprinkled her in brightness. She looked clean-- angelic--her skin glowed, and the color of her makeup held a subtle, yet vibrant, beauty. She had done her hair up in a bun again, but with long strands hanging down her back. They looked unintentional but were too stylish not to be on purpose. An off-the-shoulder satin crop top covered her body, stopping just below her breasts, and a small pair of tight, satin boyshorts hugged her lower body.

I took a deep breath and asked, "Did you remember not to wear your panties?"

The right side of Mom's lips twitched, pulling into a smile that she quickly hid. She ruffled her paper, set it down, and turned toward me. Mom scooted her butt to the edge of her seat and spread her knees wide. With her left hand, she reached down to the right side of her crotch, curled her fingers into the leghole, and pulled the fabric to the left. The sun-golden meat of her pussy came into view, her folds pressed together, looking thick and tasty and making my cock go fully hard between one moment and the next.

"Good," I said.

Mom fixed her shorts. "Now that you have your teen pussy to play with, I guess you don't need to make me do anything anymore."

I hoped this was a game.

"That's not true."

"How so?"

"I only get Jenna from Friday evening to Sunday evening," I said. "If I try to touch her any time before or after, her dad might throw another fit." "Maybe."

"And," I said, "there are things that I can make you do that Jenna won't do."

"Dirty things?" Mom asked, dropping her chin and giving me a big, doe-eyed pout.

"Too dirty for a teenager."

"Like what?"

"Come over here; I'll show you."

Mom stood and walked toward me, her body taller but smaller than Jenna's. She had more grace and less bounce--less shape--though my cock throbbed just as hard for her body as it had for Jenna's. An ache pulsed through my balls, and the image of my testicles filling with cum shot through my mind. Cum for my mother, I thought, and she was going to get every sticky drop of it.

My hands came up as Mom reached me. I put my right hand behind her neck, and my left hand found her side and slipped around and down, pushing beneath her satin shorts and riding the crack of her ass to the cleft between her thighs. Mom gasped as I cupped her soft pussy from behind, finding her clam damp and the slot between her lips sticky with dew.

"You're already ready for me," I whispered, looking into Mom's eyes as the underside of my cock settled against her stomach.

"Like a good slut," Mom whispered. Her eyes searched mine. "Am I good slut for you?"

"The best," I said, my words coming out with a groan as I pressed my lips to my mother's. Our mouths melded together, sliding and turning, then our tongues slipped forward and touched. Wetness greeted me as I pushed my tongue into my mom's mouth.

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"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Mom moaned as I sawed my fingers through her pussy lips. She grunted and rose to her toes as I hooked my middle and ring fingers into her snatch and pulled her upward. After several minutes of pussy stroking, I lifted her into the air, my fingers still inside her. Mom spread her legs, circling them around my waist and trapping my cock between her pussy and my stomach. She locked her ankles together, and my fingers stayed buried in her muff, only deeper than before, her wet folds turning mushy beneath my touch.

"Like that, slut?" I asked, my lips moving against hers as the underside of my shaft pressed against her clit.

"Yeah," Mom moaned, her face trembling as I massaged her insides with my digits. "What things are you gonna make me do, baby?" Mom bit her lower lip as she ground her clit against my cock with side-to-side hip motions as I stroked her from behind. "Dirty things? Nasty things? Naughty things?"

"Very," I whispered, licking a vertical line across her lips. "Come on."

I carried Mom out of the kitchen and through the living, putting her on our couch. I curled my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and tugged them from her body, the effort pulling her legs straight into the air. Mom crossed her arms and took hold of her shirt's hem, taking it off as her small feet fell to the floor. She tossed the shirt over the back of the couch and looked up at me with a wild smile on her face and a playful light in her eyes.

"I want you to eat my asshole." My heartbeat rose, knocking against the underside of my chest with a beat that sent chills throughout my body. "Jenna did it yesterday."

"The little slut," Mom whispered.

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"I can do better, baby," Mom said, scooting to the edge of the couch. "I promise."

Jesus, I thought. Mom loves this. How had she kept this side of her suppressed for so many years?

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"Sit down, baby," Mom said, sliding off the couch onto her knees.

I sat, and Mom placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed. I sank back. She grabbed me behind my knees and pulled, and I slid my butt toward the edge of the couch. She urged my legs up, and I lifted them. A strange sensation passed through--this position was weird--and a light, hollow buzz swam through my limbs, making them want to shake. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing as I held my legs up, back, and wide, giving my mother's mouth access to my cock, balls, and asshole.

I'm not going to do this position often, I thought as Mom's tongue pressed against the bottom of my scrotum and licked upward. I moaned as my face twitched with pleasure. Mom's tongue traveled up my sack, around it, then up it again, not stopping until she rolled her mouth over my glans and took my mushroom tip into the warmth of her mouth.

"Oh, shit," I moaned.

"Mmm," Mom answered with a thick and wet accent.

I kept my eyes closed and my legs up, thinking, Pornstars do this all the time; it's no big deal! Meanwhile, moans left my lips as my mother covered my cock and balls in her drool and jerked me off at the same time. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, on my cock, on my balls, the inside of my thighs and lower, finding my asshole and taking my rim for a ride as she jerked off my wet prick. She used a featherlike touch on my backdoor, then wiggled her lingual muscle against my asshole, then feathered me again--her intensity bringing tingles to my skin. The tip of my dick started to itch with the need to come.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned.

"Yeah, baby," Mom whispered, her lips never leaving my skin. "You're making Mommy do dirty things, baby. Making me lick your ass like this...." And she licked my ass, my toes curling, and my fingertips digging into my skin. "What would your father think?"

I gasped.