Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

I looked at my daughter surprised but relieved that she didn’t think I was some kind of a slut. She liked the part about me getting finger fucked in the car. I noticed that her eyes would from time to time stray away from my face as she allowed herself to look at the swells of my breasts still visible under my loose blouse. I had to suppress the feeling of excitement when she did that and continued my story. When I came to the part about Raven, I just made it out to seemed that all Raven did was dance for us as stripper would.

“A strip club! You went into a strip club? I know, I know you had to, I understand that. But what was it like?” She quickly said.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I told her a little bit more relieved she never visited such a place herself. A parent’s mind always worries about things like that, about what their daughters might be doing with their free time.

“God I’ll kill him, ohhh… I want to cut his balls off,” She was referring to Frank when I came to the part of him trying to rape me.

She listened with wide eyes about Adam and what he did. Suddenly she hugged me really close and pulled away.

“Oh god I want to meet him, Mom, I want to meet him so bad! I want to thank him for what he did! Mom, who is he?” She asked.

Her eyes shone with excitement and wonder I have not seen before.

“I don’t know, all I know is his name and now he doesn’t even work there anymore.”

We sat there looking at each other, thinking about our own little experiences we had that night, feeling the closeness that bound us together now. I realized I was tired, I wanted to take a shower and somehow wash off any traces of Frank from my body.

“It’s getting late, I think we should both get a good night’s sleep. Is Tommy still out?” I asked standing up.

“Yeah, he came in with Gina for a moment and then they left to see a movie.”

I was glad my son was seeing Gina but part of me missed him and the closeness between us. I went upstairs to take a shower.

The next morning I took another shower and feeling rejuvenated started doing my usual house chores. Soon Tommy walked into the kitchen shuffling his feet heading straight for the coffee maker. I watched my son dressed in his usual shorts and tea shirt trying to figure out how he still felt about me. We haven’t been close for days and I wasn’t sure how Gina affected his feelings for me.

“Hi Mom, what’s cooking?”

Taking a sip of his coffee he looked at me standing on the opposite side of the kitchen. Immediately his eyes darted down to the simple tank top I had on with no bra underneath and my breasts continuing down to my hips. Because of the tight pajama pants he could see the outline of my shapely hips and legs.

“Oh nothing, how was the movie last night?” I asked turning around knowing his eyes would be on my butt now.

I waited nervously for an answer and heard his feet shuffling towards me. He came up behind me standing close and pressing his body against me reached under my arms cupping both of my breasts. Uhmmm, that felt good.

“Tommyyy, what kind of movie did you watch last night?” I said playfully referring to where his hands were.

He gave out a short laugh and kissed my neck.

“Not that kind Mom.”

My pussy was already wet from his touch and the kisses he gave my neck. I don’t know why but kissing my neck always managed to turn me on.

“Was Gina good to you last night?” I whispered to him.

He continued to kiss my neck and brought one hand up slipping it under my top and feeling my bare breast while his other hand traveled down sliding under my pajamas and panties with his fingers touching my already excited clit.

“Son, you didn’t answer my question.”

The thought of my son doing this to me continued to fuel my desire for him. His fingers continued to graze my clit with gentleness.

“Oh she was, believe me,” He murmured between his kisses.

So Gina managed to fuck my son again. I knew it was normal for a young couple like them to have sex all the time but I felt a little dab of jealousy. After all, it was her he fucked not me. I turned around in his grasp and looked up into his blue eyes.

“Oh yeah, was she better than… me,” I whispered nervously waiting for his answer.

He pulled away from me for a moment not saying a ward, thinking about the answer as I realized what I just said. Was I in competition with an eighteen year old girl for my son? Did I have something to prove? To hold on to?

“Mom, she’s just different. Everything about her is different but not better than you. The way she smells, the way she tastes… you know.”

I stiffened up. Yes I did taste Gina before during our encounter at the hot tub but he didn’t have to bring that up. Instead of getting mad at him my mind focused on the memory of licking Gina while he fucked her. What followed was unexpected even for me.

“Hmmm, yes she does taste good…” I whispered and looked down instantly embarrassed at what I said.

He reached out and grabbed my hand.

“Mom, do you want to taste her even now,” He said carefully.

Now? What does he mean, I thought confused? Then I understood. He hasn’t taken a shower yet and… and his cock….. Gina… Oh my god, my mind was in a whirl spinning at the thought of doing something like that. I looked up at him and noticed his anticipation, his wide eyes staring at me. He wanted this, he wanted me to do this.

“My god son, you want me to…” I trailed off.

He didn’t say anything but his expression changed to that of uncertainty. I wanted my son so bad I didn’t want him to be confused about us. I squeezed his hand and slowly dropped to my knees. I was willing to taste Gina again just to taste him. I pulled his shorts down and his semi hard cock sprang out in front of my face bringing out a scent of sex with it. Yes it was Gina, the scent of her pussy was unmistakable and my senses slowly absorbed it making me wet. I brought my mouth really close and looked up at him one last time.