Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep8

My heart sped up as she started to bend over--at the waist. Her legs stayed straight and parted, forming a

triangle between her thighs that pointed straight to her muff. Mom had backed away from the shelves so far that

she could now get her head below her waist while keeping her legs straight. What balance! Mom did enjoy her

yoga. Her legs tightened, their firmness creating barely-there curves, but what made my heart speed up the

most was action at the apex of Mom's thighs. Her small, black cotton shorts had pulled tight between her inner

thighs, forming a thick but thin thong while the back leg holes had ridden upward, baring about a quarter of her

firm butt. | could see this new arrangement of her shorts, but she had to have felt it, and even though | knew

what she was doing, chills of adrenaline rolled through my shoulders and down my arms. | shivered, feeling the

light prickling of excitement bouncing across my skin like water sizzling over a hot surface.

What was Mom thinking?

Was this turning her on too, or was this something that she was only doing out of necessity? How the fuck could

a mother desire her son, no matter what the scumbags on Reddit claimed? (Was | one of those scumbags now?)

Did she have any idea what her desperate attempt to keepout of Jenna's pussy was doing to my mind? My

thoughts? My desires? My cock?

Fucking hell, but there was no way my mother had thought this through.

No fucking way. Be aggressive.

The patch of cloth between her legs pulled inward as she widened her stance, baring her inner thighs to her

outer labia and whatever kind of panties she was wearing beneath her shorts. A thong? She had to have been

wearing a thong. | couldn't see her labia, but my sight caught the edges of her tender, outer folds.

Just the fucking edges!

Just givehalf an inch more, | begged her shorts, but then she straightened her back, stepped to the side, and

dusted around the TV. | found solace in her small butt, which wasn't flat, and not too round. Mom had a good

butt. A wholesbutt that made my ball sack tingle. A mom's butt that made my knob throb--a throb from a

mom who could surprise a son and his friends with her sexiness.

How long before Jenna returned hfrom school?

Too long.

| went back to watching Mom while doing my best to shut down my mind.

Mom finished with the TV, turning sideways toas she walked to the next set of shelves, and my vision

zoomed in on her breasts as they pushed against her gray cotton shirt. The under swells had a softness to them,

while the upper portions sloped like a ski jump, ending with her thick nipples that had hardened to points half an

inch long.

Jesus, they're just cutting right through her shirt, | thought.

My balls pulsed and through my cock shot a bead of precum that widened my shaft. My hips rolled on their own

and out spat my wad of cream, wetting my boxer briefs enough that | could feel the wet stickiness against my

crown. Mom's head twitched as though she wanted to turn to look at me, but she never turned her head that far.

Instead, she passed the TV and went to work on the shelves, standing straight and bending over, squatting, and

pushing her butt outward. Sometimes she stood with her legs closed, and sometimes she opened them. She

stretched upward, baring the bottom curves of her butt, and once she reached back with her left hand to scratch

the top of her hamstring. Her elegant fingers pulled her shorts upward, exposing a solid quarter of her cheek,

tanned to match the rest of her body, without a divot or blemish marring her smooth, angelic skin.

Another wad of cum left my balls, and | closed my thighs, pressing my knees together as a rolling cloud of

sensitivity bundled itself around my knobs and tickled the tip of my cock. Fuck me, but | was going to chard

after this. After dusting, Mom grabbed the vacuum and gave the carpet in the living room a good twice over,

maybe thrice, as she ran the machine over the sspot in back-and-forth motions that made her little-ish

titties bounce. She didn't look atas she cleaned, even as she facedmost of the time. | watched, never

once looking at the TV as her beaded nipples drew my gaze with the strength of a tractor beam.

Eventually, Mom's cleaning had to cto an end, and when it did, she looked up at me, smiling, then said,

"One room a day. | hope | wasn't in your way."

| shook my head, and my mother never dropped her eyes below my face. Not that | was flaunting my hard-on,

but with my knees up and a pillow now in my lap, she had to have known what was going on below my waist.

"Well, | need to get back to work," Mom said. "But, I'll see you here later, okay?"

| nodded my head, but | was already thinking of Jenna's juicy pussy in my hands. Mom went upstairs, and | went

to my room, noticing the time. | had about an hour before Jenna would be home, so | spent the next forty-five

minutes punishing my cock for its dirty thoughts about my mother. Twice | nutted, and twice it was to the kind of

porn that | had never watched before. | had watched my share of daddy-daughter scenes and brother-sister

scenes, but | was neither a father nor a brother, so the ickiness of those scenes had never entered my mind

during those episodes of sensual fulfillment.

As noon approached, | jumped in the shower, cleaned the sweat from my body, freshened up, and as | exited the

bathroom, my eyes widened at the sight of my mother in the hallway. | couldn't tell if she had been waiting for