Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep20

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Can | jerk off on you?

That was such a stupid thing to ask my mother.

| sat on the couch, my mind empty and my cock raging hard, but I didn't bother touching it. | wanted to grab

ahold of that big fucker. God damn it, | wanted to. A good jerk was something | could use right now. Why did we

ever start this? Why did | let it get this far? Jenna's dad wasn't going to do anything to me. This was a big waste

of time, and even worse--much worse--this had made things strange around my mother. What the fuck had she

been thinking?

So much for pushing her, you pussy, my cock said to me, the accusation in his voice throwing shatfrom

all directions. You fucking Momma's boy!

My phone buzzed with an incoming text. | grabbed it--it was from my mother--and it read, Bringa glass of

wine.

My heart sped up, and a hollow boom echoed within my chest. | tingled all over. What did this mean? Was Mom

going to end it? Or was Mom going to--

Get the wine, my cock shouted at me, and that's what I did, striding to the kitchen with long steps as my cock

bobbed up and down and side-to-side. | grabbed her glass, made sure it was full, and jogged upstairs, aware of

how hard and stiff my cock felt. How long it felt. How thick it felt. | was proud of my size, but at that moment, |

didn't have a cock between my legs; | had a redwood that | was about to turn into a battering ram.

No. I slowed down as | reached Mom's bedroom door. Not a battering ram. What an asshole | could be--driving

my mother to her room. | didn't know what was going to happen in my parents' bedroom, but | had pushed my

mother as far as | was willing to, no matter what. (So | had thought at the time.) What had | been thinking? She

was my mother.

My knuckles rapped against the door, the touch was soft, and the disruption of noise was barely noticeable. It

didn't copen. Mom had shut it all the way, and when | tried the knob, | found it locked. | knocked again,

harder than before, but not too hard--hard enough to make the door rattle a little. | wanted to knock harder, but

my balled fingers hovered in front of the door, unable to move forward.

| was about to knock again when the door opened. First a crack, and then enough to reveal my mother in all her

tank top and small panty-wearing glory. My cock, still hard, suffered an involuntary jerk that drew Mom's glassy

eyes. | had the wine in my right hand, a chardonnay from an open bottle in the fridge. Mom raised her eyes,

extended one swan-like arm, and plucked the glass from my hand, our fingers touching against the stem.

"All right," she said. "But, you can't go to Jenna after this." She paused. "For a week."

"All right, what?" | asked, my mouth going dry. The question was an honest one. All right, what? She couldn't be

saying what | thought she was saying, not after walking away from me. All right, what? | only wanted to know.

"All right," Mom said, her eyes tightening, but her voice cout meek and resigned. "You can jerk off on me."

Mom's eyes glanced downward again. "On my butt, over my panties."

Oh, those fucking words.

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My cock jerked again, and this tthe spasm registered on my face. Mom looked atone more time--her

little boy--and what | saw in her eyes toldthat she didn't see her little boy anymore. | don't know what she

saw, but it wasn't the child she had raised.

She turned around and walked deeper into the room. | watched her taut, pear-shaped ass roll with her strides.

When she reached the bed, her right knee slid onto the mattress, parting her cheeks, followed by her left knee

and her left right hand. Mom crawled across her bed, prowling, her knees sliding forward, and her white-clad

pussy bulge rolling between her thighs. She held her wine held in her left hand, placing the glass on the

nightstand next to her white bed, then she lay down and pulled her hair over her right shoulder and waited, on

the bed, with her legs slightly parted and the line of her panties creating a beacon of brightness between her

thighs.

Holy fuck.

| swallowed my gathering saliva as | walked across the threshold to my parents' bedroom. A tingle ran through

my skin. This was my mother's room. My father's room. This is where my father slid his cock into my mother on a

nightly basis. He'd go into her mouth or between her fingers, or up into the little hole between her legs and

maybe the smaller one between her buns--no, my mother had to be an anal virgin. | was sure of it in the same

way that a kid is sure that his mother is as pure as the Holy Spirit and always would be.

Until she lets her son jerk off on her butt.

| walked to her bed, my cock bobbing as it pushed against my shorts, creating a strain in the tip that ran down

my shaft into its base. My prick had never been this hard before. | stopped at the edge of Mom's bed, breathing

hard as my heartbeat rose and my skin tingled. There was a choice to be made here, and | made it, first pushing

my basketball shorts down my legs and over my feet, and then, after a quick pause as my hairs stood on end, |

pushed my boxer briefs down my thighs. Oh, god, that felt good.

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The heat of my cock met the coolness of my mother's sunlit room, soothing the numbing ache that had swollen

my meat to monstrous proportions. | knew that | was big, but right now, | looked downright dangerous with this

dick jutting out from below my waist and... my shirt. My shirt. | was standing only in my shirt, like srapey-

perv who was afraid to get naked. | pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor as a shiver ran through me. |

looked back down at my cock, and then at my mother, where she had buried her face in a white, satin-covered

pillow.

Look at me, | thought, but Mom didn't move.

| climbed onto the bed, the mattress

sinking beneath my weight and

stalling my movements. After a quick

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make: Should | straddle my mother's

thighs, or should | crawl between her

legs? | thought for a second before |

pushed my knees between her feet,

forcing her to spread her legs open.

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Mom's skin burned to the touch. My

sack tightened with an airy lightness,

though my balls felt the ache. |

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legs, her thighs parted, and that little

hammock of white cupping the

smooth tenderness of her cunny

narrowed, allowing the swells of her

outer lips to bulge outward. | needed

to lick her. My eyes focused on the

hollow dip that separated her inner

thighs from her outer labia, and a

sigh left my throat, which turned into

a low moan when | saw the line of

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The dampness was darker than before.

Holy shit.

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| nudged my mother's right thigh with my knee. She tried to move it to the side. | lowered my right hand, fingers

pointing down, and | cupped her thigh near her pussy, giving it a push. Mom inhaled a shaky breath as the heat

between her legs. washed over my hand. | applied pressure to her leg, then squeezed her hot flesh, saying,

"Con, Mom, up you go."

Mom bent her right knee as her breathing grew harsher. She brought her leg up, which forced her ass up, and

evened out her hips. She faced forward, pulling the pillow with her as she knelt in front ofin a low, frog-like

squat that parted her ass cheeks and opened her muff to my eyes.