Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep5

Once in my room, my pants coff, but my boxer briefs stayed on. I had my phone in my hand, the lights were

off, and | was sitting in my bed, texting Jenna and asking her to callso | could hear her sexy voice. Before she

could text back or call, | didn't know what she was going to do, my door opened. | jumped, and | grabbed the

pillow to my right and slammed it over my rock-hard cock, which madegrunt. Mom had stuck her head into

my room, but she didn't bother turning on the light. | set my phone face down on the bed.

"Mark," Mom said, "I'm not mad about earlier."

"I know," I said.

"I want you to think about what could happen to you if you do anything with Jenna." Mom paused, and | heard

her take a deep breath. "Try, for me, for one week, to abstain from becoming romantic with her. Just try for one

week, and maybe sgood karma will cyour way."

"Good karma?" | asked, unable to keep the laughter from my question.

"Yes," Mom whispered. "Maybe you won't be fooling around with Jenna, but there has to be something in this

house that can keep you distracted until you understand the responsibility that comes with having sex."

A buzzing lightness rushed through my body, and I licked my lips, thankful for the darkness. "Okay?" Mom asked.

I had to take a deep breath before saying, "Okay, Mom," but I couldn't hide the tremor in my voice.

"Goodnight," Mom said. "Love you."

"I love you too," | said as she closed the door.

| looked at my phone, and it only tooka second to decide that phone sex and face tdidn't fall under the

category of romance.

Less than five minutes later, one of the strongest orgasms of my life tore through my body, leavingfeeling

weightless and boneless, my muscles made of jelly. | slept well that night.

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| awoke the next morning earlier than | usually did that summer. | had worked my ass off during my first three

years of high school, and | was going to coast through my senior year, which meant that this would be my first

summer off in a long time. Thoughts of returning to my slumber cto me, but in the end, | rolled out of bed,

put on my basketball shorts and a T-shirt, and headed to my hallway bathroom to finish waking up before |

headed downstairs.

The downstairs has a wraparound floor plan, with the living room to the left, followed by the dining room, then

the kitchen, then a hallway that leads to a laundry room, the garage, a great room, and then back to the foyer,

staircase, and front door. The great room has a piano, a pool table, a bar, but | don't spend much tin there....

| entered the kitchen at seven in the morning, with the sunlight shining onto the breakfast table through the

white curtains hanging over the bay windows. Dad was still home. He wouldn't be leaving until about eight in the

morning. Mom worked from home, using her advanced degrees in education to create specialized curriculums for

private schools while also selling lesson plans that covered kindergarten through high school graduation to

teachers over the internet. She did well enough that Dad often joked about retiring early, by about twenty years.

In the kitchen, | found Dad sitting at the table, reading his newspaper with his back to the window and the

sunlight shining onto his paper. Mom was wearing a lavender robe made of silk with the belt looped once, and

the two halves met at the center of her body. | noticed it dropped down to the middle of her thighs--something |

wouldn't have noticed before last night. | would have seen it, but | wouldn't have noticed it.

"Good morning," Mom said, givinga smile and even without makeup on her cheeks, and lipstick on her...

lips... she still looked beautiful.

Dad's paper fluttered with that crunchy, flappy sound as he snapped it low enough to look at me. "You're up

early."

"Good morning." | shrugged and looked about the kitchen and breakfast nook as Dad lifted his paper. "I'm just

up."

"Sit," Mom said. "I'll make you breakfast."

"Cereal is fine," | said, taking a seat.

"I said I'll make you breakfast," Mom said.

| sat at the end of the table, to Dad's left. To the left ofwas the kitchen island and Mom, who was cooking

what smelled like French toast with her back toand her lower body hidden by the kitchen island. | looked

away from her, thinking, ;Last night was weird.

When Mom turned around from the stove, she set my plate on the kitchen island and picked up the maple syrup.

| looked at her, but she looked at Dad, and as she did, she seemed to beclost in thought. Her eyes never

drifted in my direction. She held the syrup in her right hand while her left arm cup, and her fingers slid

between her robe's lapels. Rubbing motions followed, almost caresses, and as she pulled her fingers out of her

robe, she caught her lapel, pulling her robe open to the left. | had to work saliva back into my mouth as the

golden-hued upper swell of my mother's left breast cinto view.

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Mom still hadn't looked at me. She

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stared at Dad's paper, and then she

looked down long enough to pour the

syrup onto my breakfasy befére

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raising hérRead and looking at Dad

once more. She set the syrup down,

then reached up with her right hand

and slid her fingers beneath her left

lapel and rubbed the top of her left

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Holy shit again.

| watched in silence as her breast

moved, not a lot, not even a jiggle,

just back and forth with the motions

of her fingers. Her hand caway,

and her fingers curle @soundher

right {ad.@nd &he ulled that side

open, creating a narrow V down the

center of her cleavage. Mom shook

her head as if ridding herself of

whatever thoughts had been running

through her mind, then she picked up

my plate, walked around the far end

of the island and towardwith a

new gap in her robe that | had to

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This wasn't my imagination.

Mom was showing herself off to me.

Holy, motherfucking-shit.

Dad read his paper, and | ate,

glancing at Mom as much as | could

without turning my head to stare at

her. Maybe | was supposed to look,

but she was still my mother, AE El

had a Song EHS wermiy

flowing through my heart and into my

skin, turning it red due to my

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mother's good intentions, a little

corner of my mind wanted to curl into

a ball and close its eyes. | could hear

it chanting, This is weird. This is

wrong. This is weird. This is wrong.

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faded with time, as though someone

was lowering the volof a stereo

with the unnaturally slow but

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