Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

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This is a straight-up, classic, big-boobed Mom and studly son having hot, sweaty, naked sex type of story. If stuff

like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. | do not condone any of these

actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.

So, yeah, two days ago,and my mom had sex.

To be honest, I'm still processing it. It kinda happened out of nowhere. It was just one of those sticky summer

days, all things normal, then... Bam! It happened. Sex happened.

Now, it wasn't just sex. It wasn't making love or any of that bullshit. No soft music, no roses or candles. None of

that stuff. No,and Mom just FUCKED! | swear, it was like one minute, things were normal between us, just a

regular mom and son. And then the next minute, the clothes were coming off, and we were just going at it. And

trust me,and her went at it. Hard! Physical, lusty, nasty fucking! Naked, thick, meaty young cock buried in

tight, dripping, mature cunt. A mom's tongue in her son's mouth. A mom's plump lips wrapped tightly around her

son's thick shaft as she took it eagerly down her throat. A son's big hands squeezing his mom's absolutely

enormous breasts. God, they were fucking big, and I got to feel every inch of their smooth, naked skin. A mother

and her son, two naked bodies, dripping with sweat, their heated skin sliding against each other as they

savagely fucked. And it was fucking rough. It had screaming, moaning, and every fucking curse word in the book.

It ended with a son's large nuts coated with his own mother's sex juices, and a mother's tight, wet cunt filled to

the brim with her son's thick cum. It was the greatest sexual experience of both of their lives. But that was two

days ago.

Most of the time, this is the point where the story ends. The sex had happened, the climax of the story. But the

question for us was... what comes next? What comes after a mother and a son have sex? What do you do after

that? Can you back to normal? Did we want to?

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| suppose | should go back a few days and tell you what happened.

It was a lazy Saturday in the middle of summer. It was one of those sticky days where being outside for any

extended twas just unbearable. Which was why | was doing my best to savor the air conditioning. | had hung

out with sbuddies earlier in the day, shooting shoops before the heat bectoo unbearable. After

that, we went and saw a movie. And now | was chilling in my house, sitting back in my room, playing a football

gonline on my PS4, kicking ass, naturally. The typical things a freshly graduated high school male would do.

If it was up to me, these were the types of things | would happily do all summer until | left for college, but my

folks wouldn't letbe that lazy. | worked a lifeguarding job at the beach, and while that was fun, and seeing

hot girls in bikinis was certainly a perk, | was happy to savor a few days off to relax and do nothing.

But my dad had other plans.

He was one of the partners at a big law firm, so he was typically very busy. That being said, he gave us a good

life, so | wasn't complaining. But anyway, his boss, the big boss at his company, was throwing a big cookout

thing at his lakeside house. It was this whole big thing and the families of the staff were encouraged to cand

enjoy themselves. Dad was all about work and all about showing off his good life, his beautiful wife and

handsson, so we were all meant to attend. We attended every year, and while there was sfun stuff, |

always found it really fucking boring. They would always shipoff to hang with a bunch of goobers, the kids of

the other employees, and they just weren't my flavor. Not the type of people I liked hanging out with. So, |

always ended up dreading this thing, and | always dragged my feet. Like today, | was in my room, wearing the

sjeans I'd been wearing for a week, in a thin, blue t-shirt with my favorite football team's logo on the front,

sitting back, barefoot, playing video games.

| wasn't alone in my dislike of this event. | could tell Mom was pretty uninterested in the whole thing too, that

she would rather be doing literally anything else. But she was a good corporate wife, and she would always be all

smiles by the twe made it there.

Dad, as one of the partners, had been gone most of the day, helping set things up.and Mom were scheduled

to drive over and meet up with him in a bit, but like I said, | was dragging my feet. And, like a good mom, she

was poised to remindof this fact.

"Hey!" | heard Mom call out from down the hall, approaching my room. "You need to start getting cleaned up. We

need to get going pretty soon!"

"Yeah!" | called out, not even looking at her, barely acknowledging her. | could feel her presence standing in my

doorway. Finally, annoyed with my classic teenage disregard for parental authority, she stepped into my room,

standing in- betweenand my flat screen, forcingto pause the action.

"Yes?" | asked with a shit-eating grin. | looked up and met Mom's annoyed gaze. | suppose this would be the best

tto describe her, seeing that this was the woman | was about to fuck.

Her nwas Kim, and, uh, she was my mom. Dad made enough money as to where she didn't have to work,

but she always kept herself busy with different things. But none of that really mattered for this story, so I'll get to

the good stuff. I'll be honest.... Mom was fucking hot. Like, legitimately hot and sexy. She was a brunette, with

long, lustrous hair, cascading down between her shoulder blades in a perpetually tussled look that always really

worked for her. She had a good, rich, even tan. She had shining, playful eyes, and full, plump lips. She was

fucking gorgeous.

And then her body... man, her body. She was very physically active, so she kept herself very fit, with a flat belly,

and long taut legs. Her hard work was really showed off by her amazing ass. It was firm, full, round and juicy,

and it rode high and perky on her frlike a teenager's. It was fucking mouth-watering. Sometimes, even | had

trouble not staring.

And then there were her breasts...

Man, just... man, describing them in words doesn't do them enough justice. They were just... huge. Fucking huge.

My mom had enormous tits, full, round, smooth, and just perfectly shaped. They were also shockingly perky and

rode high on her chest, jutting out from her slim frproudly. Mom was no doubt the envy of all the corporate

wives, and I'm sure there were swho doubted that her boobs were real. Trust me, | had known her pretty

much my whole life. Those suckers were real, and absolutely massive.

So, from top to bottom, Mom was a fucking smoke-show. A brick shithouse. Absolutely gorgeous, and with a body

to match. As her son, it was a hard thing to ignore, which is probably why | can describe her body in such great

detail. And while | used to feel a lot of guilt and confusion for noticing these things, | eventually made my peace

with it. My mom was hot, and that just couldn't be denied. My buddies would never letforget that my mom

was so sexy, so | wouldn't be able to get very far in life without accepting that fact.

Had | jacked off to her a few times? Sure. | tried not to get too carried away with thoughts like that, but every so

often, thoughts of her just did it for me. Sometimes, there were certain days, or she'd be in certain clothes, but

for whatever the reason, she'd haveas stiff as a brick all day long. I'd thought about, you know... sex with

her, fantasized about it, but | had never really planned to actually do anything about it. | wasn't that crazy. |

wasn't actually gonna go through with it. And it wasn't like it was entirely up to me. I'm sure she would have a

few objections if | brought it up with her. And besides, | did pretty well for myself. As a good looking football

player with a sizable dong, | was well taken care of in every way | needed. That said, the thought of seeing that

body in action was indescribably hot, and at times, as a natural flirt, | had to bite my tongue to stop myself from

running sgon Mom. Her body was so lust inspiring, and any other girl that inspired those feelings would

get the full court press from me. But | controlled myself enough not to do that with Mom, despite how hot she

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