Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep39

"Yes," | whispered, looking toward the kitchen, but I couldn't see over the back of the couch and down the

shortcut hallway. "I always want to touch it."

"I always want you to." Jenna wiggled her body. "Please touch it, Daddy."

| growled again.

"Do you think if | show my dad my pussy," Jenna whispered, her cheeks reddening, "it'll make him let you fuck

me?" Jenna's blush deepened. "Maybe you should tease your mom."

My cock released a river of precum that swelled my shaft. "You're a bad girl," | moaned, leaning down and

pressing my forehead against hers. "You're going to getin trouble with my mom."

"You're going to getin trouble with my dad," she whispered, tilting her head up to place a kiss on my lips.

"But it's so fucking worth it."

"Letsee what my mom's doing," | whispered, returning her kiss, lip to lip, but without the slip of my tongue.

"lI want to be able to taste your pussy on your fingers when | get back." "Okay," Jenna said in a soft voice. "Hurry

up."

| growled again, kissed her lips again, pushed myself up and over her, kissed her lips one more tas she lifted

her ass from the couch and pushed her uncovered pussy against my cock. Groaning, | slid over her, rubbing my

body against hers, stood, and Jenna reached up to rub my cock through my jeans. | moaned through clenched

teeth, having to pull myself away from her caress. | headed to the kitchen as Jenna slipped her left hand

between her coltish thighs.

In the kitchen, | found Mom standing at the kitchen island with her back to the hallway. Her thin pants clung to

her butt. | imagined that she had not bothered to protect her little pussy with a pair of panties. Next to her

rested a bottle of chardonnay, and she was sipping the wine from the glass she held in her right hand.

"Are you behaving yourself?" Mom asked with a tremor in her voice. "As you promised?"

"I'am," | said, walking up behind her. "It's hard, though. Jenna wantsto touch her." "You can't."

"I know," | said, "but | need to touch someone right now." | licked my lips, thinking, Please, God, don't letfuck

this up. "Jenna's in the living room with her skirt around her waist, so | chere because | need to hold a pussy

in my hand right now."

I had expected Mom to stiffen, but she trembled instead. Still sipping from her glass of wine, she reached back

with her left hand, hooked her thumb into the waistband of her lounge pants, and pushed them down her ass

until the waistline lay just beneath her butt cheeks. My cock throbbed. | loved my mother's in-between ass. Not

flat, not bubbly, but with a gentle curve and the pear shape that made the bottom sides slightly wider than her

hips. | loved how her crack swept away at the bottom, opening a small doorway between her thighs that led to

the golden curve of her tender folds.

"Do it," Mom whispered. "Hold my pussy, quickly, before Jenna wonders what's taking you so long."

| extended both hands, placing my left on my mother's side. The warmth of her body burned into mine. My right

hand went between her legs, pushing between her thighs, my hand wide enough to make her spread her legs for

me. She uttered a small grunt at the swiftness of my hand pushing between her limbs, and then | was holding

the soft folds of pussy flesh in my fingers and palm. Wetness greeted me, slick and slippery and hot to the touch.

Mom had a furnace between her thighs, and dripping from its insides was the nectar of life--the sweetest tasting

pussy juice | had ever drunk.

The finest I'll ever have, | thought, knowing that no woman in the world, no matter how special toshe

became, could ever top the taste of my mother's honey. | bet it's like that for every young man who has ever

tasted their mother's pussy. "Uh," Mom moaned as | pushed my middle and ring fingers into her pink hole,

spreading her tightness and laying my outer fingers against her thighs. "Oh, Mark, oh, baby--quickly!"

| gritted my teeth and increased the tightness of my grip on my mother's left side. She bit back a low moan. |

had my middle and ring fingers inside of her, with my palm facing upward. | bent my wrist so | could cup the

bottom of her ass crack in my palm, then | curled and swished my fingers around her insides until she was

shaking her head and muffling her whimpers with her left hand.

"Go," Mom whisper-hissed at me. "Go to Jenna, and don't touch her."

"Can she touch herself?" | asked.

"Mark," Mom said, a sigh trying to fight through the pleasure in her voice.

"If I'm not touching her, then it's okay, right?"

"No," Mom whined.

"| can't stop her," | said, pushing my fingers up Mom's creamy snatch to their last knuckles and then some,

forcing her onto her toes.

"Uh," Mom grunted in a light, surprised tone. "I'll join you then. Mmm, fuck! Go--oh, god--go, now, damn it!"

| slipped my fingers from my mother's cunny. A glaze of her wetness coated their length, so | ran them through

her ass crack, making her shiver when | tickled her asshole. She pushed her rosebud back against my fingertips.

Then, | wiped the rest of her juices off on the crotch of her cotton pants.

"See you soon," | said, sweeping Mom's long hair to the right and kissing the back of her neck behind her ear.

She shivered. | left her in the kitchen with her pants below her ass and her legs spread, her pussy a sopping wet

mess.

As soon as | entered the living room, the sweet, unmistakable scent of Jenna's pussy filled my nostrils. She lay on

the couch, on her back, with the soles of her feet together and her knees spread wide apart. She had her skirt up

high on her stomach while her left fingers had disappeared between the pink line of her slit, her right fingers

massaging her clit with wide circles that made her butt squirm.

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"Oh, baby," Jenna whisper-moaned, "will you eat my pussy for me?"

"Shh," | said, though she had spoken low enough not to be heard by anyone but us. | walked behind the couch,

slid over the back, and wedged myself on my side next to Jenna. "We have to be careful."

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"No, now," she pouted like the little girl she was. "Now-now-now."

"Fuck," | growled, squeezing her thigh harder.

"Yeah, Daddy," Jenna moaned. "Hurt me."

"Lettaste your fingers," | hissed at her.

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