Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy: >Ep3

After Airplane, we stayed old school for a while and watched Mel Brooks movies: Young Frankenstein, Blazing

Saddles, History of World Part |, and Spaceballs. Then we moved back into the Abrams Zucker Abrams oeuvre

and watched all three Naked Guns.

With the classics out of the way, we shifted to more modern stuff, starting with 40-Year-Old Virgin. This time,

when Steve Carrell was walking back and forth with an unflagging erection, it was Mom's turn to givea funny

look. But | didn't say anything. For a movie about having sex, the film wasn't super sexual overall.

The next film we chose, however, was the one that got us in trouble. Actually, it was the whole damn day.

| was settling in for another session of hardcore gaming when Mom knocked on my door. | was in my underwear,

and this time, | knew to warn Mom that | wasn't decent. | pulled on sclothes and opened the door. Despite

the fact that | was fully dressed, Mom ran her eyes from my feet to my face. She seemed let down, almost like

she'd been hoping to catchhalf-clothed. Or maybe it was just my outfit. Yes, that made way more sense.

"What are you up to?" Mom asked.

| gestured at my PS4 like it was obvious.

"I'm thinking about painting my nails," Mom said.

"OK." | looked at her fingers and they seemed fine. Honestly, | wasn't sure why she was tellingthis.

"I can do my hands OK, but then | can't touch anything for a while till they dry."

"You wantto make lunch?" | asked.

"Sure," Mom said, "But | was also hoping to paint my toenails and it's way easier to have someone else do that

for me."

"You wantto paint your toenails," | repeated back to her.

"It's not that girlie," Mom said, "Think of is as practice. Your girlfriends will love it if you can do that for them."

| thought that was a bit of stretch, but whatever. It was early spring, but the day was remarkably warm, so we

went out to the backyard. Mom set up on a lounge chair and proceeded to paint her fingernails a deep purple. |

sat back and chatted with her while she worked.

We talked about school and hockey. For someone who hated sports, Mom sure knew a lot about the game.

"| took you to almost every practice and game, hon," Mom said. | guess she had.

Dad lovedplaying hockey and was happy to watch games with me. In most other ways though, he was pretty

damn distant. Sof it was work, he was always travelling for sthing or another. Really, we shouldn't have

been so surprised that he was caught on another continent when corona hit.

Even when he was hthough, Dad wasn't the most supportive person in my life. His idea of a rousing pep talk

was a slight grunt and then pointing to the TV to remindthat | was interrupting. He'd never been mean to

Mom, exactly. But I'd never seen him be all that affectionate, either. Dad was just... Dad. A weird silent creature

that, somehow, had been my safe harbor when my relationship with Mom went rocky for whatever reason.

So, now that | thought about it, of course it had been Mom who was takingto practices and showing up at

games. Because we'd been so cold with each other, | guess it never registered in the moment.

When she was done with her nails, Mom held them up so | could see.

"Very nice," | said, not knowing what else to say.

"Thank you," Mom said, looking gratified. She wiggled her toes at me. "Scolor?" | asked.

"Sure," Mom said.

| took the bottle of purple nail polish, then held Mom's bare, petite foot in my lap. I'm not a foot guy, but Mom's

tootsies were quite cute. Worse, she rested them right in my crotch. My dick didn't know it was my mother.

Instead, it just felt the bare foot of a beautiful woman hovering above it and decided to activate in full.

I did my best to ignore my aching dick, hoping it would go down. But as | began to paint my mother's cute, tiny

toes, | felt myself grow even harder.

Mom took back her first foot. She gaveher second. And that's when her heel clearly, unequivocally, grazed

my shaft.

"Oh," Mom said, and for a moment | feared she was about to pitch a fit. But then she settled in her seat, ignoring

that the contact had ever happened. | set about doing her nails like it was nothing.

"Do you wantto do yours?" Mom asked when | was finished. | couldn't tell if she was kidding or not.

"Uh, that's OK," | said, waving her off.

| got up to go make lunch. We stayed outside in the fresh air and ate our sandwiches. By then, Mom's hands

were dry, and she was able to get back to her day. But when | went upstairs to my bedroom, the idea of staying

in there seemed boring.

"I think I'm going to take a walk," | told my mom, "We can do that, right? The cops aren't going to huntdown

for leaving the house?"

"I think you'll be fine, honey," Mom said, "Do you wantto cwith you?"

"Up to you," I said.

Mom nodded and went back to folding laundry. As | went around the block, | could feel how out of shape | was.

Coach would killif cback to school like this. | couldn't go to a gym, and we didn't have weights in the

house, but | knew | needed to at least be running. It was early enough in the year that | thought there might be a

hockey season when we got back. | know, | was a bit naive.

When | chome, | showered and helped Mom make dinner. As we ate, | told her my plan to wake up early and

start running.

"That sounds nice," she said, "Would you mind if | joined you? Your old Mom needs to lose all this fat." She

pinched her side for emphasis.

"Mom, you're not... You're perfect, OK?" | said, "Truly."

"Tell your father," Mom muttered.

After we cleaned up, Mom went to set up the TV. She pushed the remote, but nothing happened.

"Hmph," she said, frustrated. | did the mansplaining thing and took the remote but, to my embarrassment, |

wasn't able to get the damn thing working, either. We spent the next half hour messing around with the

electronics, looking on the Intefor solutions, the whole thing. As far as we could tell, the relatively new

television had just up and died.