Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

I got on top of him again pinning his hands but to the sides this time. He was looking up at me, eyes wide, his heavy breathing returned again. I could feel some of the sticky cum mixture still in my mouth and moving my tongue around inside I produced a generous amount. Bending down over him I pressed my lips to his feeling his mouth open. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and let all that cum mixture drain into his mouth. I was looking into his eyes and he was looking into mine, not a word was spoken between us but both of us knew who was in charge here.

I sat back up looking down at him and saw his throat move up and down, he swallowed! At that moment his eyes rolled back in pleasure and I heard a low moan come out of him. He liked the taste of it! He liked drinking it! That realization came as another shock to me. I was supposed to get back at him but here he was enjoying himself! There was something about this, something erotic that was making me… hot.

Keeping his hands to the sides I inched my way up, my knees pinning his hands to the sides. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that this could still turn me on! My pussy was right over his face now and I was looking down at him now, breathing heavy.

“Do you want some more?” I asked with my wet pussy inches over his mouth.

“Kate… I…”

“Do you want some more?” I asked again with a stern voice.

He just looked up at me for a few moments.

“Yes…” came a low answer.

It was enough for me. I lowered my pussy onto his face feeling my lips touch his chin, just than his tongue darted out and raked across the opening of my pussy. Pleasure! Nothing but pleasure, a warm, wet feeling of his moth and tongue on my pussy. My clit being so sensitive responded to his tender tongue with eagerness. I moved my hips back and forth making sure he got the whole thing and wondered how long it would take for the cum he shot inside of me to drain into his mouth.

I leaned forward supporting myself on my hands and looked at his face under me. It was a mess. His whole face was glistening in the light, wet from his cum and my juices draining into his mouth. His eyes were closed as he extended his tongue, my god he could extend his tongue far! Aligning my hole with that big tongue I lowered myself down on his face until I smothered it. I could feel his tongue deep inside of me, it was like… like a cock driving into me!

“Oh yes John, get it all… get it all, fuck me with that tongue of yours!” I moaned while looking down at him.

I didn’t understand why the room was so hot, my body starting to perspire. I was slowly moving my body up and down on top of my husband’s face with his tongue inside my hole watching him as the cum dripped into his open mouth. God I loved that feeling, the feeling of dominating him, of making him do something that nasty.

“Oh god… oh god, I’m going to cum, fuck I’m going to cum. Open your mouth wide John, I want you to taste it, I want you to drink my cum as I squirt right into your mouth… fuck yes… aaahhhhh…”

This was it, I came again, sitting on top of his face and convulsing my pussy on his mouth. Forth time, my god forth time in such a short period of time. My pussy was tingling with pleasure as the word “Slut” raced through my mind.

I finally collapsed on the bed in front of him, I couldn’t take anymore. My head was buried in the pillow, my body was drained and I couldn’t move. I felt my husband crawl from underneath me and I felt him standing there looking down at me. What was he looking at? Was it my pussy that he just ate? Or was it… my asshole? Remembering what I did earlier I slowly turned over covering myself with the sheets. I saw him looking down at me, his chest heaving.

“My god you’re beautiful Kate,” he whispered.

I smiled at him realizing that I still loved him. No matter what I did with our son, he was my husband, the man I fell in love with. I loved both of them actually, equally as much and in the same way now. I felt so lucky, so lucky to have two men that loved me and… fucked me so well. He saw me smiling at him and he crawled into bed beside me. I immediately snuggled up to him whispering “I love you”.

I fell asleep.

The next day I woke up hungry and immediately made my way down to the kitchen. The house was quite with everyone still asleep. Making a quick byte to eat I thought about last night, how having anal sex with my son made me feel. I surrendered to him in an absolute way, a way I have never given into anyone! I smiled. The sexual feeling was incredible, just then I longed for his hard cock sliding in and out of my ass…

“Hi Mom.”

Startled, I gasped, seeing my daughter standing in the doorway. Kristy was wearing a short, spaghetti-strap blouse which stopped an inch or two below her breasts with a pair of white, almost see-thru, boy shorts so tight, every outline of her sex could be seen.

“Hi Kristy,” I said and sat down at the table drinking my coffee.

The truth was my knees were suddenly weak, an effect I thought my daughter had on me dressed the way she was. She went up to the refrigerator and opening it bent over to retrieve the milk form the bottom shelf. I was directly behind her and holding my breath looked right between her legs. My mouth immediately watered and I had to swallow hard. The gusset of the tight shorts was wedged deep in my daughter’s pussy and her outer lips were showing.

Oh god I had to look away! This was my daughter! What was wrong with me? No matter how hard I tried, my eyes stayed glued to her young sex until she straightened up pouring herself a glass of milk. I sat there trembling. Seeing Kristy that way brought on images of Suzie flashing in my mind… so vivid… so sexy!

“So, you and Dad made some noise last night,” She said smiling.

What? Did she hear us? Did I make that much noise?All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Kristy! What are you talking about?”

I looked at my daughter; she was smiling, drinking her milk. For some reason my eyes strayed down to her firm breasts barely covered by that thin blouse and I noticed her nipples, they were hard. I chastised myself for doing that hoping she didn’t notice and looked down at my coffee, feeling my face getting warm.

“Come on Mom, you guys left the door cracked open, I couldn’t help but to hear what was going on,” She said after a moment of silence.

“Oh god, you heard us? I’m sorry honey… I… we just… got wrapped up in a moment. You understand.”

I hoped she did, after all she was a young woman now, I’m sure she knew about those things. Something kept on tugging on my brain though. I thought John closed the door when he came into our bedroom.

“I do, believe me I do. Mom… I… I looked in too. I couldn’t help myself, I was just curious, I’m sorry… you’re not mad are you?” The words blurted out of her.

Oh my god, my daughter saw what we were doing? She saw me fucking John and sitting on his face? My mind immediately pictured her watching from the doorway as my pussy was wrapped around my husband’s cock. I knew I should have been angry, disgusted, disappointed but instead… I felt the all familiar tingling between my legs. Why? God, what was I turning into?