Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything: >Ep4

My expression went from stern to glaring as | jogged upstairs, increasing my speed to get away from Mom's

voice. | slammed my door once | was in my room. After a minute, | rubbed my hands over my face, and through

my hair, then | looked at my door and then the doorknob, tempted to go back downstairs. My mother hadn't

deserved that. All that she was doing was caring about me. But | didn't go, not until later in the night after my

father had cinto my room to tellto make nice with my mother because between Mom and me, there

was no question as to whose side he was going to take.

As he left my room, he said, "Hey, I'm not going without sex, too, because of you."

| shook my head and laughed at the casualness of his voice. Taking a deep breath, | smiled and went downstairs

to make nice with my mother.

Tipping Point

| cdownstairs to see Dad lying on the couch that made up the right side of the horseshoe while Mom sat on

the back couch. Dad had a blanket pulled over his body, his head on a pillow, and his remote in his hands. It

looked like they were binge-watching an original series, foreign but not dubbed. The show had subtitles.

| walked around the left side of the couch that made up the back of the horseshoe and sat down on the other

side of my mother. Mom looked atand smiled. | smiled back. Mom had changed into a pajama dress, which

looked like an overgrown baby blue T-shirt with a cloud print. She sat staring at the TV and leaning against the

couch's armrest. Her long legs were visible from the mid-thigh down thanks to the light from the TV, not that

there was much light. Not that | was looking. Not really. | was looking at Mom so that | could mouth the words,

I'm sorry, but my mother was my mother, and a person couldn't help but notice the smoothness of her swan-like

limbs.

Since Mom wasn't turning her head toward me, | concentrated on the movie, turning in her direction every

couple of minutes to see if | could get her attention. | couldn't. Which kind of sucked since | didn't want to sit

through a subtitle-laden TV show just so | could make nice, but since those damn subtitles held her focus, | sat,

and | sat, waiting and hoping that the episode would cto an end.

Coming downstairs to apologize for something was not new to me. | was still in my jeans and shirt, and in my

pocket, | had slipped my phone. | reached down into it, pulling it out and lighting up the screen as | nestled into

the corner of the couch across from Mom. | swiped and swiped, and Dad said, "That phone better be on mute,"

so | killed the volas | looked up at him, but he wasn't looking back at me.

| looked at Mom, who was looking at me, and | mouthed the words, "I'm sorry." She smiled, but her eyes dropped

to my phone, and her smile tightened.

| shrugged.

What had she expected?

Mom swung her gaze back to the TV, and I looked back at my phone. | texted Jenna, who returned my text, but

we didn't have much of anything interesting to say. We fed each other live updates of our situations, and after

sighing in silence, | decided to go back upstairs for sphone sex, and that's when | noticed something

different about Mom.

Mom's left hand lay on her thigh, just beyond the hem of her sleeping dress. The hem no longer lay in the middle

of her thigh. Her fingers, which were curling and uncurling in near slow motion, had pulled her dress up along her

leg so that it now rested between the middle of her thigh and her hip. She kept scratching at her leg, and the

hem continued to rise, but only on her left side, the side furthest from Dad. Not that he'd noticed, lying on the

side couch as he was, on his back with his eyes glued to the subtitles flashing across the screen.

| looked at the profile of Mom's face, watching as she stared straight ahead, and then I looked down, where her

fingers continued to pull the hem of her pajama dress upward. She slid her hand to the side of her thigh, her long

fingers inching beneath the hem while her fingertips slid across her skin, and the TV's whitish-blue, sometimes

silver-gray light, flashed over her body. My cheeks flushed.

Mom took a deep breath, and my eyes moved upward, traveling up her body and taking in her flaxen hair, so

golden and bright that even in the near darkness, it shined like a beacon of light. My eyes shifted across her

body, making the short, sideways journey to her breasts, where they rose and fell with her deep breaths. | saw,

for the first time, the way her sleep-dress molded to her form. My cheeks grew hotter, almost burning, and my

heartbeat rose as goosebumps sprouted across the surface of my arms. Below my waist, things warmed, causing

my cock to stretch and my scrotum to tighten in a pre-hardening ritual that | quickly recognized.

| was now looking at my mother's breasts and the way her cotton nightdress slid down the upper slopes of her

tits and curved around, covering her nipples, which had grown stiff and hard sometbefore | had laid my eyes

on them. And they were stiff and hard, pointing outward like two solid eraser nubs that | couldn't remember

sucking on as a newborn, but Mom had claimed that | had. What a weird thought. The dress continued

downward, clinging to the round underside of her tits where they connected to her sternum and sides, the fabric

shooting straight down her stomach and over her thighs.

Had Mom always worn pajamas that outlined her body as though drawn to her skin? I didn't know, but | couldn't

believe that | wouldn't have noticed this kind of sleepwear in the past. Mom's head twitched. | lowered my eyes

to my phone, though that guilty look that crossed my face whenever | felt bad punchedright in the nose. |

knew it was there, that caught-in-the-headlights look that screamed, I'm GUILTY of something. Fuck.

Mom made a noise that sounded like a sigh with a shiver running through it. After a second, | looked at my

mother again. The skirt of her nightdress lay beneath her butt, leaving her dress draped across her thigh at an

angle. Mom shifted, first her shoulders, and the motion swung into her ribs and sides, then her hips. As she

scratched at her thigh, still moving the hem of her dress, Mom looked at Dad, who had his eyes fastened to the

TV, and then she lifted her butt and made a quick scratch of her cheek that pulled her hem behind her small,

round, and pear-shaped butt.

What the fuck was going on?

Mom's head twitched again while | was still thinking about my question. Mom saw me, and | saw her. My heart

thumped hard against the underside of my chest, like a man bracing his weight against a door with one hand

while delivering hammer blows against its face with the other. Mom smiled. It was a quick action before she

looked back at the TV. My mouth went dry because when she had smiled, her eyes had flickered downward, and

so had her chin, in such a way that she could only be saying, Have a look, without having to say it aloud.

I'm not stupid.

I'm not slow.

But was | imagining this?

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Why would my mom do this?

How beautiful?

As beautiful as you.

That was a question she had asked,

followed by the answer | had given. |

stared at her naked thigh, withthe

hem ofliegsiiess oR to her

waist as it curved in a sideways U

around her butt. The silver-white light

from the TV highlighted the side of

her cheek, and my cock hardened so

fast | released a groan from my lips.

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Mom's lips kind of puckered, then

parted, then closed. For a second, her

profile had that

caught-in-the-headlights look that

had wor minutes, hrf, But then it

Eston Chic to get out of there. |

said nothing as | turned forward on

the couch, then rose while tilting to

my left and away from my mother

and father, hiding my bulging jeans

as | quickly walked out of the living

room and into the connecting foyer

and headed up the stairs.

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