Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep55

Mom rodefaster, harder, using my cock to satisfy every inch of her twat tunnel while my thickness spread

her cunny walls without mercy. She changed the angle of her pussy strokes, the speeds, the depths, the softness

and hardness of her thrusting hips. | paid attention to her movements and reactions, listening to her soft cries,

her wild moans, her groans, her grunts, the changes in her breathing--I memorized every sound of pleasure that

left her lips as she used my cock to make her pussy come.

"Thumb my clit," Mom whispered, her words rushed and fighting to break through her labored breathing. "Come

on, Mark--oh, fuck--do Mommy a favor and thumb my clit." She whimpered. "Make Mommy come, baby. Make

Mommy chard."

| lifted my right hand, placing it on my mother's mound. Dampness covered her skin and pubic hair, and when

my thumb slid over her slippery hood, | found her little jewel creamy with the spussy juices that had

saturated our groins. Mom's little nub rolled beneath the tip of my thumb. She bucked harder against my cock

when | squished her clit against her pubic bone, and she swung her hips in a wide, slutty circle when | swished

her pearl from side to side. Mom's right hand swept up the inside my thigh, moving below her ass and cupping

my balls, filling my sack with a light, airy tingle that danced across my skin. A buzzing started in my cock,

intensifying as my mother--my motherfucking mother--matched her sack-fondling to my clit-caressing. Within a

minute, the pleasure focused on my cock's head grew overwhelming. Mom's insides had melted, dripping her

honey ontowith every pleasure-inducing ripple of her cunny muscles. My body tensed in concert with my

mother's. As | pressed down hard on her clit, swishing it from side to side, she pulled down on my sack while

grinding her insides against my knob, creating an explosion withinthat emptied my body of every last drop

of jizz my balls could muster. | squeezed my ass, pushing my hips upward and forcing Mom into the air, my cock

impaling her pussy and reaching into the warmth of her soft guts, searching for her heart. "Jesus!" Mom cried

out, coming loud and long, her hips moving back and forth in double tas her pussy rode my cock without

mercy. Mom fell atopafter she came, kissing and licking my lips and mouth, my face, her primal actions

drawing out the last of my incestuous sperm.

| didn't put up much of a fight when Mom crawled out of my bed and left my room. | grabbed my phone,

checking the time, and my eyes widened when | saw that it was only midnight. That left us plenty of tto rest

and recover. We'd be alone together tomorrow, mother and son, newly minted lovers.

*#x4Mom's Kinky Side***

The last thing | remembered before waking up was my father yelling at me, his words long forgotten by the time

| realized | had been dreaming, though my racing heartbeat got the message slower than my mind.

My door popped open, and Mom stuck her head into my room, her cheeks glowing from snew light within

her body. "Make sure you shower before you cdownstairs," Mom said. "You don't want your father smelling

my pussy on you, do you?" She nibbled her bottom lip as she gavea long look and smile, then she ducked

away, remindingof a teenager as the door closed behind her.

Fuck what my dad may have smelled; | wasn't going downstairs until he left the house. My phone rang with

Jenna's ringtone. | grabbed it, swiped it, and said, "Yell-O?"

"I can't take it anymore," Jenna said. "I'm doing something tonight that's either going to make my dad let me

have you or make him putin therapy. I'll call you later." "Wait," | said. "What?" But | was talking to empty

space.

| stared at my phone, with my thumb hovering over the dial button, but one yawn later, | set my phone down

and looked at my dick, which was standing up big and strong and fucking sore. | got out of my bed, naked and

sticky with Mom's pussy juice, our cum, and our sweat. | pulled on a pair of shorts and headed to my bathroom,

where after taking care of my morning ritual, | jumped in the shower and let the warm water wash away the

layer of sex that coated my body. The sex residue melted away, sliding offwith a thick, prurient grip that

remindedof last night in vivid detail. After cleaning myself, | thought about my soreness and remembered

that athletes used the cold to rejuvenate their bodies, so | turned off my hot water.

"Fuck this," | said after a second of freezing my nuts off and shrinking my dick. I jumped out of the shower,

finished up, and returned to my room.

| dressed in shorts and a shirt, both loose, without my boxer briefs. | watched my clock tick away until eight in

the morning, knowing that my father had left by then unless he had stayed hfor sreason. | hadn't heard

the garage door open, but then my father didn't always park in the garage either.

Oh, no, | thought. Was my father staying htoday? Was that why Mom had toldto take a shower? No, no,

no! He couldn't stay hwhen | could now have sex with my mother whenever | wanted. Fuck-fuck-fuck!

| hurried downstairs with my phone in my hand and my cock as soft as a feathered pillow. | hit the foyer and

turned toward the kitchen, quick-stepping through the shortcut hallway and into the kitchen, where | found Mom

sitting at the end of the breakfast table and no sign of my father anywhere. My eyes moved so fast that | had yet

to take in what my mother was wearing this morning.

"What's the matter?" Mom asked, biting into a quartered pear. "You look anxious."

"Did Dad leave?"

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thighs. She had her paper in her left

hand and was eating her pears with

her right, her white teeth snapping

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