Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

I extricated myself from under her and went to the master bathroom. Mom could see my bare backside as I went, but I no longer cared.

I took the condom off and dumped it down the toilet. This was it. This was as far as we could go right now. It was already more than I'd ever dreamed of.

I turned back and saw Mom staring at me. No. I wasn't done yet.

I walked out of the bathroom, my flagging cock already refilling with blood. I went to my bedroom, grabbed another condom from my nightstand, and came back to Mom's bed.

Mom was still lying splayed on the bed. Like I'd murdered her there. She gave me a weak smile when she saw me come back in the room. I don't think she realized I was armed for a second attack.

I flung open the covers. For a moment, I could see Mom's bare pussy. Covered in thick, blonde pubic hair. Her labia engorged and deep pink from the stimulation, hanging wide open lewdly.

I climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over us like a vampire hiding behind his cape. I rolled Mom over. Climbed up her like she was now the tree.

"Jay?" Mom asked.

"Just cuddling," I said.

I reached down and centered my cock over Mom's snatch. Then I ground down. Both of us groaned. I was in the perfect place. Well, almost.

Again, I humped against my mother. This time, I was the aggressor. At some point both of us gave up on hiding it. We didn't say anything. Just looked into each other's eyes. A tacit acknowledgement of what we were doing.

I slid my cock back and forth over Mom's hot box. The head of my cock popped into her channel for a moment, then slid out. Mom grunted. She searched my eyes.

I waited for her to say it. If she told me to stop, I would. I told myself I would. But speaking would be crossing the line. I was counting on that, too. We were still under the covers, pretending like that made a difference.

My cockhead skimmed Mom's opening again. This time, I felt her shift her hips slightly, like trying to trap me there. But my dick slid out again, battering her little clit instead.

Mom raised her knees. She angled her ass. This time, when I slid my cock upwards, I dropped right inside her pussy.

YES!

I may have screamed it aloud. My dick slipped about halfway into Mom's cunt. I drew back, then finished filling her all the way. We were completely, truly, connected now. My cock in the place I'd come from. Buried in my own mom's pussy. I held in place. Too overcome by what I'd accomplished to keep going. I was in Mom. Oh fuck. Even with the condom it was the best thing I'd ever felt.

I expected Mom to say something. To chide me for going this far. Instead, she lay back. Chest rising and falling fast. Her pussy walls squeezing around my latex-sheathed cock.

I realized if I waited much longer, I might lose the opportunity. I started to pump her. This was it. I was having sex with my mom. She reached up and put her hand on my cheek. It was her most overt gesture yet.

The bed rocked. Our bodies made rude squishing sounds. I plunged into Mom's waiting pussy. She raised her knees and tilted her ass. I held her hips. We moved like we were made to be this way. Mother and son. Two lovers.

Mom's pussy was plenty tight. Even better, she moved and squeezed in a way that I'd never experienced before. I was with a woman for sure. I thought all sex was the same. It didn't occur to me that there might also be skill involved. Mom was a maestro. Even as I fucked her, she guided me forward to our finish.

"Mom," I said. I couldn't help it. I was getting close, and the word slipped out.

My mother nodded. The look in her face almost too serious. My stroke stuttered. I buried myself as deep as I could. Then I unleashed a torrent of cum. Again, it foundered in the reservoir of the condom. I groaned as I emptied myself. Hips still fruitlessly trying to push farther.

Mom stroked my head as I came. She made a little coo, but I could tell she hadn't orgasmed. I was disappointed in myself for not getting her off. I worried that I'd gone too soon. Blown my one opportunity. Finally, I finished cumming, and disengaged from my mother. I fell onto my back. Now I was the one gasping for air, lying back on the bed. Eyes focused on the surprisingly interesting ceiling.

"Well, that was nice," Mom said, "I would definitely watch that episode again.

I looked over at her, and we shared a coy smile.

*

I woke up in Mom and Dad's bed again. Mom was already up. I heard her humming to herself downstairs. I got out of bed, my legs so weak, I felt like I'd already done my morning exercise. I made myself get ready, anyway.

I don't know why I expected the day to go differently. I guess I thought that sex was simply too big to ignore. But Mom and I went for our run, took turns showering in separate bathrooms, then went about the rest of our day as if nothing had happened.

That night, we had dinner together, then Mom went upstairs before we did the dishes. I'll be honest, I was nervous about that evening. I didn't know what was going to happen. What Mom was going to let me do. I had three more condoms and I damn sure wanted to use them. Plus, I knew I needed to make Mom cum this time. I was determined to.

If she'd let me.

Mom came down the stairs in that long, green sleep shirt and something came over me. Like a switch had been flipped. She went into the kitchen. I ran upstairs to my bedroom.

I come back down the stairs on automatic. A pussy-seeking missile incapable of missing my target. I don't know what it was about that shirt. It wasn't sexy. But something about it, held me in thrall.

I walked into the kitchen. Mom was bent over the sink.

"Took you long enough," Mom said.

I didn't respond. I stood behind my mother. Reached for the hem of that lime green shirt. Slipped it up, over her hips. Bared that incredible backside.

Mom had nothing on underneath. I saw the pale skin of her rounded butt. The thick lips of her pussy. I pulled back on Mom's thighs. "Whoa!" she said.

Before she could say anything else, I slipped my condom-covered dick inside my mother's vagina. The second time I was in Mom's pussy was very different than the first. She wasn't lubricated and so I could barely get the head of my dick in. I drew back and pushed again. Aching to be back inside my mother.

"Honey, I don't think this is..."

"Look forward," I said, "You can't be sure what's happening if you don't look."

Halfway in now. I could feel Mom's cunt lubricating, stretching, to invite my foreign invader. But then, how alien was I? After all, I'd come from that place. I was merely returning home. To where I belonged.

Fully buried in my mother again. Oh God. My balls rested against Mom's clit. My dick completely sheathed, up to her cervix. Mom stayed still. Head lolled. That damned green shirt hung over her butt again. Providing the barest bit of cover to us both.

I knew I should go slow. Savor. I couldn't control myself. I threw myself into it with my mother bent before me. Wet sounds and heady smells. I pounded my mother from behind. Fucked her as hard as I could. Rhythmic slaps crashed over the still-running water.

"Just... doing... the dishes..." Mom said, trying to preserve the fantasy that nothing was happening.

I pushed the sleep shirt up slightly. I could see Mom's tight asshole winking at me as I thrust. I slapped my palm against her butt cheek.

"Oh!" Mom said and I could tell it was more from the surprise than a pleasant feeling. She started to glance back, then stopped herself. I contented myself to grip her cheeks as I drove into her.

Her pussy was dripping now. Soaking. I felt the liquid coating my balls as they bounced back and forth. Mom was doing her best to stay quiet, but I could hear her little uhn, uhn, uhns with every stroke.

I felt a tickle at the base of my shaft. I looked down and saw that Mom had one of her hands between her legs. Rubbing herself while I rutted in her. Now we were both grunting. A shared, mother-son crescendo. The veil between what we did and what we admitted to doing was so thin now, I could break through it with a cotton swab.

Incredibly, Mom went off first. She reached back with her hand and held me still. Kept me buried as deep as she could as she came. Her cunt squeezed down. Her legs trembled. Her head hung limp over the sink.

Her grip on my leg loosened and I thought it was done. I drew back and thrust. Mom lets out a high-pitched whine as she tumbled from one orgasm to the next. I couldn't take anymore. I knew I was maybe three thrusts away. Two. One.