Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy: >Ep15

| was certain that was the end of it, but Mom toldover dinner that she was looking forward to watching TV

that night.

"| think we can go back to the bedroom, though," she said, "Since the couch is covered in your stuff." My mind

flashed back to my mother standing up, covered in my stuff and | blanked. That's how my mind worked now.

Everything was dirty. | agreed with Mom of course. She could have suggested we go sleep on sharpened razor

blades and I'd have said 'yes' in an instant. So, after we'd finished eating and done the dishes, our usually

routine, | let Mom take my hand and leadback through the threshold of her bedroom. To the place that still,

to me, felt forbidden. Of husbands and wives, not mothers and sons. Maybe that's why she wanted us there. It

changed the dynamic.

| brought my iPad and set it up on the bed. Mom crawled under the covers on her side. | did the son mine.

Then | started the show. We'd started bingeing on sthing about glass blowing. We'd seen almost all the

episodes which is funny because we hadn't actually watched any of them.

As soon as it started, Mom lifted her hips, and | knew she was slipping out of her jeans. There was a low rustle as

she dropped them on the side of her bed. | decided to do the same. | reached for my shorts and, at the last

second, decided to take off my boxers, too.

A moment later, my decision was rewarded as Mom reached over and grabbed my bare cock.

"Hm! Well, someone's feeling aggressive today," Mom said.

"What?"

"I mean that piece of sculpture, he's never going to finish it in time," Mom said.

“Oh. Right."

| reached over to find Mom's pussy was equally uncovered. Her curly pubes tickled at my palm as | dipped my

pointer into her hot slot.

"If he's going to be risky like that, Mom said, "He should probably be using skind of protection. So nothing

goes wrong."

She looked at me, meaningfully. For a moment, | froze. The realization dawned on me.

"Right," | said. | took my hand out of her pussy. I'd planned for everything the night before, but for sreason

it hadn't occurred tothat things were going to continue today. Quite the opposite, actually. So now | found

myself undersupplied.

"I'll be right back," | said, and slipped out from under the comforter.

It didn't even occur tothat | was naked. That Mom was seeing my bare body from the waist down. My dick

sticking straight outwards. Mom gasped. Her eyes focused right on my member.

Mom had touchedthere innumerable times now. But she'd only seen my dick the night she suckedoff.

And even then, it was under the covers and in the darkness. The way she stared now -- pupils huge, lips sucked

small -- | could tell this wasn't just a casual glance.

"Ummm, sorry," | said. | reached down for my boxers and quickly pulled them on. This was becoming more

disastrous by the minute.

| quickly left Mom's bedroom and hauled toward mine. | had all five condoms, waiting forin my nightstand

drawer. | grabbed a random one, tore open the packaging, and slipped it over my still-hard dick.

| practically leapt back into the bed with Mom, ripping the covers overand stripping off my boxers. Mom

giggled at my enthusiasm.

"I'm just really into this show," | said.

| expected Mom to laugh at me, but instead she touched my arm meaningfully. too," she said.

Mom scooched next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. Hand on my chest. Her leg slipped up to rest on my

thigh -- | could feel she was bare, below. Mom wrapped herself on tolike she was a koala, and | was a

eucalyptus tree. Nuzzled her nose on my neck.

"This is OK, right?" Mom asked, quietly.

"It's just cuddling," I said, "Moms and sons cuddle."

"Right," Mom said.

She drifted her hand down my chest and under the covers. She clasped my cock. Moms and sons definitely

didn't do that. Or, at least, they weren't supposed to. | stretched, settling myself for our usual stroke-fest.

But as soon as Mom felt that | was wearing the condom, she let go of my dick. She cuddled closer. | could feel

the heat of her pussy on my thigh. Her shirt-covered breasts on my arm. For a moment, | wondered if there was

a way | could convince her to take our tops off, too.

Mom shifted her body again, twisting till she was right on top of me. Her head now resting on my chest. Arms

wrapped aroundin a hug. Pussy -- oh fuck -- her pussy was in the exact right place. Directly on top of my

dick. Mom put her hands on my chest. Her eyes met mine. Our respective sexes dragged over each other.

"| like. Cuddling. This way," Mom said. Every breath short. Every word a little gasp. Already, | could feel her body

trembling.

Mom ground down hard. | could tell that she'd gotten my cockhead right on her clit. She rolled her hips back and

forth. Working towards her pleasure. The fact that it also felt good towas incidental.

Seeing Mom like this -- sweat tricking down her neck, eyes locked in concentration -- her face so close | could

feel her breath on my cheek, it was incredible. The sexiest thing I'd seen so far. Each little freckle. The twitch of

her lip. The driving force of her body on mine.

Even better though, was the contrast of how she acted and how she looked. Mom humped up and down on me

frantic, wild. But she did her best to keep her expression impassive. Her sounds swallowed.

| had to do the same. | slid my hand down her bare back and squeezed her ass. Tried to pump my hips in tto

hers. But | couldn't say a word. | kept my mouth flat. My eyes distant. All | wanted to do was shout.

| could feel the heat of Mom's bare pussy on my condom-covered cock. | could feel her dripping over the latex.

Her pubic hair scratched at the base of my dick. The physicality of everything we were doing was already over

the top. The fact that it was getting both of us off was almost the least important part.

Mom started to tremble. Her body shook. Movements erratic.

"She gasped, then turned her head away, biting down on her lip.

| grabbed Mom's ass with both hands and started to slide up and down. As Mom's orgasm overtook her, my own

raced out of my shaft. | filled the condom. My mother experienced the sillicit energy. Both of us so close to

connected. "I, um, need to use the bathroom," | said as casually as | could once both of us cdown. Mom was

lying over me, panting. Slick with sweat. She looked my way and nodded.