Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Best Present Ever: 2

Emmett decided to push the envelope a bit too, an idea to seduce his delicious mom already formulating in his

head, "Plus, | just hope when my future wife is in her forties she'll look as good as you do." "Emmett, why thank

you," Sarah replied, the compliment going right to her hoohoo.

Gerald joked, "I still look pretty good too."

"Yes, Dad, you're a fine specimen," Emmett quipped.

"Be careful, you'll likely look likein twenty years," Gerald joked.

Emmett would never have said this before the revelation of under an hour ago, but he quipped, "Except with a

much bigger penis."

"Emmett!" Sarah gasped in complete shock, even though she knew this was true from her husband... her son

was reportedly quite well hung.

Gerald responded with a defense, like a man would, "I just cout of the pool that time. It was cold in there."

"So did I," Emmett countered to his dad, even as he looked at his mom to see her reaction.

Sarah joked, "I never thought I'd be listening to a conversation of my two men having a dick length competition."

Emmett countered, "Which | would win."

Gerald said, "On that note, | need to use mine to take a piss, and as big as | am, | can't reach the bathroom from

here," and headed out, barely able to hold it in any longer... having not pissed since he deposited his load in his

wife and for sreason usually having to pee right after having sex.

"Boys will be boys," Sarah shook her head, by now really curious to see just how much bigger her son really was

than her husband. "Men will be men," Emmett corrected smugly.

"Sorry," Sarah laughed, as she deliberately took in her handsome, well-built son, head to toe. "You really are a

man now, aren't you?" "That's what the ladies tell me," Emmett shrugged, continuing to push the envelope.

"Too much information," Sarah said, covering her ears tically, feigning disinterest when she was really

greatly interested.

Emmett continued, seeing how far he could push the envelope, "So you don't want to know that it's your fault

that | only date certain women?" "Pardon?" the mother asked, curious to know what her son meant by that.

"The honest answer?" he questioned, smiling, knowing he was venturing into uncharted territory for both of

them.

"No, lie to me," Sarah teased sarcastically, always hating dumb questions, which being a lawyer, she heard

often.

Emmett took a deep breath before he took the plunge, "I only go after women in nylons, and that's why most of

them are older."

"And that's my fault?" Sarah asked incredulously, even though the nylon thing made sense... her husband's

fetish was silky sheer nylons. She also wondered, 'Why would he be tellingthis now?"

"Yes," he nodded, glancing down at her nylon-clad feet. "You wear them every day, and girls my age usually

don't wear them at all, so | just go after older, more mature, sexy women."

"Oh," Sarah said, oddly feeling like her son was hitting on her, noticing he was staring at her feet. After a pause,

she added, "Well, like father like son | guess."

"Why? Does Dad only go after older women?" Emmett teased.

"He'd better only go after one older woman," Sarah said firmly, even as she smiled when she said it. She

clarified, "Your father has a nylon fetish too."

"Oh," Emmett nodded, realizing his obsessive nylon fetish may not just be because his mom wore them every

day, but from his father's DNA. He joked, saying as much, "So maybe it wasn't just you walking around every day

in nylons. | began noticing as soon as | reached puberty."

"Are you saying your old mother got you excited?" Sarah asked boldly... pushing an envelope she'd never

fathomed being able to push other than during fantasy and role playing.

Before Emmett could answer, his father returned and asked, "What did | miss?"

"Nothing," Sarah said, frustrated by her husband's impeccably bad timing.

"Yeah, we were just catching up," Emmett said, unsure how he would have answered his mother's question.

All three chatted about school, the holidays and other generic stuff for the next half an hour... all the while the

mom and son were each thinking and stealthily doing lots of things:

I've fantasised fucking him/her for a long time. If | had the chance would | actually do it?

Sarah made sure to keep her legs and feet in her son's plain view... wondering if his nylon fetish was a nylon foot

fetish like her husband's... who got hard just looking at her feet in nylons. She wiggled her toes often and studied

her son's reactions; it turned her on to be slyly teasing her son... she may not ever get to be fucked by him, but

she could at least tease him.

Emmett's cock was about to break through his jeans zipper, as it used desperate sign language demanding to be

freed from its fabric prison. He tried to stay focused on the everyday conversations, but both his Mom's feet in

the sheer nylon and the memory of how his parents had been role playing earlier were controlling his thoughts

and his dick. He tried to get it to silence the clamour down there, but no such luck.

Emmett couldn't help but wonder if it would be possible for him to make the ultimate MILF conquest... the Holy

Grail of MILFs... his own mom. The very idea would have seemed ludicrous a couple of hours ago, but now not

only did it seem like a possibility, his mother seemed to be taunting him... teasing him as she kept her nylon-clad

feet in full view at all times and even wiggling her toes often to make sure he was paying attention to them.

Gerald, meanwhile, was oblivious to it all, other than that he was hard again as he too stared at his wife's sexy

feet and was hoping for smore role playing once they got back in the bedroom. Harem slut would be fun.

Emmett, desperately needing to jerk off again, finally said, "Well, I'm wiped. I'm going to hit the hay."

too," Sarah yawned, glancing at the clock and realizing what tit was. She still had one more day of work

tomorrow and needed to be fresh... although that was definitely going to be more challenging now. Emmett

asked, noticing for the first time, "Why isn't the tree up yet?"

"We've been busy," Gerald answered.

"And we wanted to do it with you like we always have," Sarah said, which was true... this would be the first

Christmas he wasn't living at hand Sarah was determined not to do anything festive until Emmett was

home... she had even told Gerald it wouldn't feel like Christmas until their son arrived home.

"Well we'll do it as soon as you get hfrom work," Emmett suggested, always enjoying putting the tree up

with his mother... who, of course, always walked around in her nylon-clad feet, which had kept him hard

throughout the tree decorating for years.

"Sounds perfect," Sarah agreed. "I'll try to chafter lunch. | have a brief court appearance in the

morning | can't avoid."

"Okay," Emmett nodded, "I don't plan to get up until lunch anyways."

"Oh to be eighteen again," Gerald sighed.

Sarah couldn't resist the opportunity, "Yeah, you used to be able to get it up more than once a night."

It was Gerald's turn to gasp. "Sarah!"

"What?" Sarah shrugged, even as she glanced directly into her son's eyes for a timeless moment, "You're often

done before I am."

"Well, that can be fixed," Gerald said, standing up and taking his wife's hand.

Emmett was jealous that his dad was going to get to fuck his mom... he wanted to fuck his mom.

As Gerald led Sarah away, she turned back to her son for a moment and favoured him with a sexy smile... hoping

he read into it what she was thinking at him: 'I'd rather have your young, hard cock’.