Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep92

Mom never tried to replace her finger with her tongue--I would have freaked out--and her tongue proved to be

more than enough to get my pulse racing. My balls tightened within minutes, and that swirling itch of pleasure

continued to dance atop the tip of my prick. | wanted to grab my knob and squeeze. Mom jerkedfaster as my

cock swelled, and her other hand rose to massage my balls in a caress that madewhimper.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," | moaned, my voice trembling and the darkness behind my eyelids exploding with color.

I dug my fingertips into the backs of my knees. "Mom, fuck. I'm gonna chard, Mom. Fuck, Mom. Fuck-fuck-

fuck--Mom!" "Umm," Mom uttered as she took the head of my cock between her lips and sealed them shut. She

never stopped jerkingoff or rolling my balls within her fingers. | came, the cum withinseemed to explode

from my tip, and Mom sucked it down, drinking it fast and quick. The sounds of her throat gulping down my jizz

filled my ears.

| released my legs as my body turned to liquid. Only my orgasm remained, and it continued until | had no

pleasure left within my body to give, leavingan empty husk that could only tremble. As | lay panting and

trying to regain my breath, | opened my eyes. Mom had stood, and she was smiling down atas burning

embers backlit the green of her eyes.

"I didn't just get ahead of my work yesterday," Mom whispered with a hungry tremor. "I finished today's work

completely." She turned and started to walk away. "I'll be upstairs. Your room or mine?"

"Mine," | said as my pulse slowed and my breathing calmed. "Always mine during the day, where you belong."

Mom uttered a throaty, excited laugh and went upstairs. | sat on the couch, thinking about what naughty, nasty,

and kinky things | should make my mother do next.

| didn't have many options when it cto getting kinkier with my mother. | didn't own any toys, straps,

restraints, plugs, or dildos--dildos! | went upstairs, turning to the right and walking to my mother's room as my

cock stayed semi-hard against my sack. Inside, | looked in her bedside drawer, where her dildo lay next to a

palm-sized bottle of lube. | grabbed them. Before leaving her room, | stopped and looked at my parents’ bed and

their bedside drawers.

So much trust between my parents, | thought. As the words lingered in my mind, a chill ran down my spine. Did |

count as a betrayal? No. A mother can't cheat on her husband with her son, right? Yeah, right.

| turned and left the room. Whether it was a betrayal or not, | wasn't going to stop, and if one day | discovered

my own son fucking his mother or even my mother, I'd say, "Way to go, son. Way to go." "What the hell is wrong

with me," | said as | reached my bedroom.

Mom hadn't closed the door. She was on my bed, near the edge, standing on her knees with her hair atop her

head, held by two braids that seemed to have no end as they swam through her sunlight hair. How long had |

been downstairs? She had grabbed two of my belts. One lay crosswise on the bed in front of her knees. She had

folded the body over itself the way a pissed-off father might before he threatened to spank his daughter, and the

other she had wrapped around her neck like a leash, the long end pulled forward and hanging over her left

shoulder.

"Well," Mom whispered, looking at the dildo in my hand. "What have you chere to make your mother do

now?"

| sighed as | dropped my eyes between my mother's legs. She was standing with her knees spread, and the point

of her blonde pussy glistened, ending in a wet, pink line that the sunlight pouring through my bedroom windows

lit from behind. "Everything," | said and walked forward with my heart thumping and my cock swelling.

Our mouths met, our tongues danced, and | dropped onto the comforter in front of the belt laid out in front of my

mother's knees. My right hand grabbed onto Mom's makeshift leash and pulled, not hard, but Mom reacted as if |

had. "Uh," she groaned, tilting her head back and arching her spine as she pushed her hips forward. | pressed

my lips harder against hers, and | brought my left hand forward, cupping her silky pussy and pushing my middle

finger into the dewy slickness between her cunny lips.

"Have you been a bad girl, Mom?" | asked, the words pouring out ofwith no thought behind them. "Has my

mother been bad?"

"Yes," Mom whispered, nodding her head and looking up at me. Her eyes looked big and glazed, as though she

were drunk, and her movements had a slow sensuality that remindedof walking in a dream. "I have."

My cock rose from my sack, turning rock-hard and pushing into my mother's stomach. Mom's hands cup,

grabbing my shaft, one atop the other, and she started a double-fisted jerk over my cock. | looked down,

moaning, and so did she, opening her mouth. Her spit landed atop my knob a second later, and her hands rolled

over it, pulling the saliva down my shaft toward my balls. Mom jerkedfast and hard, producing sticky-wet

music as she drooled more of her spit over my prick.

"Ah, you fucking slut," I moaned.

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