Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep31

"Mom," | said, my voice sounding far away to my ears. "Your pussy would be even prettier if you weren't wearing

your panties."

Mom's next breath trembled as she pulled air into her lungs.

"Please?" | curled my fingers, rubbing the tips over Mom's sensitive flesh. "Seeing wouldn't be the sas

touching." I looked up at her. She had her eyes locked on my hand, but she must have feltstaring because

she raised her gaze to meet mine. "I was going to see Jenna today, but | don't have to."

"You can see Jenna," Mom whispered. "You just can't do anything sexual with her."

"Then | won't do anything sexual with her," | said, "if you helpwith those urges." Mom closed her eyes.

| pushed my hand forward, dragging her hand along for the ride. My fingertips met the leg band of her panties,

and her pussy seemed to swell towards my digits. The dew between her lips had pasted her panties to the

softness of her muff, and her pussy looked eager and desperate for my attention.

"Keep your eyes closed," | said as gently as | could. "I'm going to take your panties off you... and keep them for

myself."

| had no idea that | was going to say that.

Mom trembled.

She visibly trembled.

"Okay," Mom whispered, keeping her hand on mine.

| set my phone on the back of the couch. Mom kept her eyes closed, but when | placed my right hand on the

inside of her left thigh, she placed her left hand over mine. | moved down her flesh, welcomed by her heat and

the guidance she offered me. My fingertips moved between her legs, my eyes following, and my mouth watering

as | took in the bottom of her cheeks, her little, string-covered asshole and the triangle of her labia draped in

transparent silk.

My fingertips connected with the outer nylon band of her panties, then moved upward, using the fabric as a

pathway to her waistband. As my finger moved upward, my thumbs followed behind, and | pressed against the

outer edges of my mother's thicker pussy lips, squeezing their softness gently and puffing them outward against

the crotch of her panties.

Mom released a surprised whine, her palms pressing against the backs of my hands.

A low, feral growl rumbled through my chest and into my throat.

My thumbs continued to follow my fingers, only they pushed against the outer edge of Mom's panties, touching

damp skin and slipping half an inch beneath them. The heat from my mother's labia and mound seared my skin,

and a cloud-like tingling surrounded my balls. My knob cto life with extra-sensory perceptions, and | had to

pull my thumbs from my mother's panties before | wasted my morning nut in my shorts.

| brushed the waistband of Mom's panties. The elastic dug into her skin, creating tender bulges of flesh around

the band. | plucked at the nylon as though they were harp strings, and Mom moved her palms back and forth

across my hands. Her breathing had quieted, but it was still ragged, and as I curled my fingertips beneath the

elastic, Mom's breath caught. | pulled downward. Her hands pressed hard into mine, then nodding, as though to

herself, she eased the pressure againstand released her breath.

| tugged her panties downward. Sitting as she was, it was impossible to get them off her body. Mom brought her

knees together. | maneuvered my arms up and outside of her legs, not once breaking contact with her G-string.

With my arms outside of her legs, she seemed so small to me. So easy to take from. So easy to have. | pulled her

panties down her hips and around her ass. Mom had to lift her butt from the cushion before | could slide them

around the bottom of her butt and pull them up her legs to her knees, where up and over and down toward her

feet they went. The micro-string that had been resting in the crack of her ass was now riding her shins,

sputtering down her legs until | had her panties around her ankles.

"Step out of your panties, Mom."

Mom did as | told her to do. Lifting her small left foot first, then her right, and setting them back down the

moment | pulled her panties out from under her. | set them by her phone, her pussy scent drifting toward my

nostrils and blooming within my nose. My cock thickened, and | fought the urge to grab my cock and jerk it until |

was coming on my mother's feet.

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innenipshiere barely protruding from

her outer lips, forming a lickable

crescent of wet flesh coated in a

glistening layer of sticky dew. The

jewel of her clit had popped outward,

small and shiny, like a smooth pear,

while her clitoral hood had thickened

with lust, pushing out from between

the upper swells of her outer lips.

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"Mom," | whispered, my breathing as heavy as my heartbeat, "you're so beautiful between your thighs."