Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

He was looking into my eyes with genuine wonder in his look. I felt his hand starting to slide down onto my ass. I didn’t answer, I just stared at him. His hand reached my ass and I felt him grab my ass cheek, spreading it, rubbing it in circles.

“Mom, I missed you”

He leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips making my mouth open up and allow his tongue in. Immediately I responded with my own tongue sliding around his in a wet, intimate kiss. His hand traveled down past the edges of my skirt and soon was pulling my skirt up, over my hips. I remembered my daughter was upstairs and a small shiver of fear ran through me. I gently broke our kiss.

“Tommy……please……Kristy’s upstairs” I said in a whisper confused at what was happening.

He had my skirt up above my hips and was rubbing my ass bunching my panties in the crack of my ass. He was massaging my bare cheeks and leaned over kissing me on the neck. I looked over at the hallway and listened for footsteps but didn’t hear any….. Oh Jesus…. thank god. I allowed my son to suck on my neck while playing with my ass, his fingers sliding under my panties and touching my holes. Oh god I was letting my own son do this to me…….. and why not……I loved his touch……. I loved the attention. I felt his fingers slide into my wet pussy and gave out a whimper.

“Oh your pussy’s so wet Mom”

Oh God….. this was going further than it should, my daughter was just upstairs. His fingers were in me, I don’t know how many; it felt like three or four. My pussy was stretched but being so lubricated it allowed my son to easily finger fuck me. He was still sucking on my neck making me so wet. I involuntarily started to buck my hips coming down onto his fingers fucking him, I was softly moaning while doing that lost in this moment of incest. Suddenly I heard something, sounded like a door than something else……footsteps, down the stairs.

“Tommy……Tommy God let me go” I pushed against him as we were about to be discovered.

He let go of me and I pulled my skirt into place just as my daughter came into the kitchen.

“Hi guys……what’s going on?” Innocent question but it made me jump.

“Nothing sweetie……. how are you?” I answered barely able to control my voice.

“Oh you know, Jessica flaked out on me tonight so I’m staying in, not going anywhere, besides……I got some movies that I borrowed from her that I want to watch”

I looked at Tommy and the big bulge he had in his pants, an outline of his big cock. I could tell he was really disappointed, he was obviously counting on Kristy going out tonight. Oh god what did he have in mind for me tonight, I started wondering. Kristy was drinking something from the refrigerator and looking at me weird.

“Mom….. Dad really did a number on you” She smiled.

“What……what are you talking about?” I looked at her unsure.

“Did he draw blood on this one?” She walked up to me pointing at my neck.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Oh god…. my neck….. Tommy was sucking on it for a longest time, he must have given me a hickey! One thing I didn’t realize at the time was that my hickey was still fresh and wet. My daughter was staring at it for a longest time, her eyes slowly widening as if she came to a some kind of wild suspicion/realization. She looked at Tommy and back at me. Neither one of us dared to look at her, both afraid of being made. I slowly turned and walked out of the kitchen stopping in the hallway with my back against the wall and my stomach cramping.

“Tommy, was that hickey fresh?…” I heard Kristy’s voice.

“What, I don’t know….. how should I know”

“Did you……….”

“Don’t be stupid Kristy” Tommy yelled.

I started walking towards the stairs, shaking a little. All I could think of was that my daughter discovered our secret; she was going to tell……she was going to tell my husband. I walked into the room and looking at the mirror saw a bid red mark on my neck that was still wet. I lay on my bed thinking of what happened and what to do about it when I heard the door open and saw my son walk in. He came up to me and sat down beside me on the bed.

“Mom, you’re all right?”

“Tommy she knows” Was the only thing that I could say.

“Mom no she doesn’t, she didn’t see anything she might have a wild suspicion but she doesn’t know” His hand rested on top of mine.

“Oh God, what am I going to do if she tells John……” I looked at Tommy.

I was really worried, the thought of loosing everything gnawing at my mind. He gently took my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it. He pulled on me and brought me to his chest wrapping his hands around and giving me a reassuring hug. He smelled so good and felt even better, I needed this, I needed the contact.

“Kristy will never tell anyone even if she suspects something……trust me….. she just wishes she could give you that hickey”

His hands slowly traveled under my shirt gently touching my back. Wait…. what did he say!

“Tommy what do you mean?” I kept my head close to his chest.

“Well….. she spends a lot of time with Jessica…. I just think that they might be doing something…. you know….. something sexy”

My daughter? It was an unbelievable thought! But what if she does, it was true that the two girls spent a lot of time together. I felt my sons hand come around and cup my breast under my shirt letting my nipple poke out in between his fingers. Oh god, not again…….. he wants to feel me again……I thought. I knew I should stop him, especially after being nearly discovered, but his touch felt so good.

“Son……have you ever seen them do anything like that” I asked pushing myself away from his chest and looking into his eyes.

His hand stayed on my breast. He came up and laid on his side beside me on the bed propping his head up on one hand facing me, I stayed on my back. His fingers were gently tugging on my nipple making it so hard. I was getting wet, hot and turned on.

“Well no not really…. I just seen them hug really close”

He moved his hand down to my stomach and than slid it under my skirt. I felt him tug on the waist band of my panties and than his fingers sliding down under them towards my pussy. Oh God, why didn’t I stop him? Why was I allowing my own son to feel me down there? I felt his fingers on my pussy lips, playing with them, spreading them to the sides. I was already breathing hard, looking at him.

“Tommy what are you doing?”

“I’m feeling your pussy Mom” He simply answered looking into my eyes.

I felt one of his fingers starting to work its way inside my wet hole.

“Oh God son….. please stop……I’m your Mother….. Ohhhh……” Involuntary moan…. I couldn’t help myself.

His finger slid in and than immediately another. It felt so good but……so immoral. What was it about letting my son do this to me that turned me on so much!!!

“Is that why you spread your legs….. because you want me to stop?”

I looked down and saw my legs apart, spread, allowing him access to me….. to my hot, wet pussy. Oh God I shouldn’t….. I didn’t even feel myself do that! What was I doing? He leaned over and kissed me, long sensual kiss, his tongue penetrating my mouth while finger fucking me the whole time. Ohhhhhhh…….. I was moaning…….. moaning into my son’s mouth. He broke the kiss looking into my eyes. I was looking back full of anticipation of what would happen next. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them up to my mouth. I was surprised……. what did he want me to do with them?

“I love you Mom” He said, his wet fingers inches away from my mouth.

OH god I could smell my pussy……. I could see my wetness……my pussy juices on my son’s fingers. I knew what he wanted me to do. As if hypnotized I moved my head up, extended my tongue and opened my mouth taking those wet fingers in. Uhhhmmmm……so good……so delicious……I rolled my eyes in pleasure of tasting my own pussy as I sucked on his fingers.

“Good girl……. Oh man, every time you do that you give me such a hard on. Keep sucking on them….. taste your own pussy……. oh Jesus……such a good slut……”