Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

I felt sweat run down my back and I felt my son’s cock slowly softening inside of me. He pulled out and stood there in front of me, waiting expectantly. I dropped down to my knees and took him in my mouth, like a hungry slut. Yes… this was one of the best parts… tasting myself… tasting my pussy.

“Oh you like tasting that… ha Mom… you like the taste of pussy?”

Oh no… why did he have to say that! I wasn’t a lesbian, I never even thought about being with another woman, but the taste of my pussy was just undeniably good.

“Tommy… I don’t… please… Uhhmm…” I mumbled sucking on his cock.

I didn’t know what to say. I knew he knew, it was obvious from the way I sucked his cock. I was a little embarrassed to know that my son knew something about me that was so private, so intimate. I just went back to sucking him.

“That’s OK Mom… you don’t have to say it… I can see it in you.”

I cleaned my son’s cock off really good and stood up. I looked around and didn’t see anyone, even the man that was watching us was gone.

“Tommy, maybe we shouldn’t push our luck so much. Let’s go shopping.”

I picked up my dress nearby and put it on, without panties, which were stuck deep in my son’s pocket, like a trophy, his Mothers wet panties. I thought about asking him for them, but what the hell, let’s be a little risky. We walked to the car passing some people, some of them with kids, enjoying the afternoon in the park. They gave us only minor glances, not realizing what we were just doing in this very same park.

We drove through the neighborhood streets, trying to find our way back to some main roads, looking for factory outlets. Tommy was constantly snapping pictures, even of me; he would hold the camera up and zoom in on my breasts. My top buttons were undone so he had a good view of my deep cleavage.

“Mom, you’re gorgeous,” He reached over and put his hand on my exposed thigh.

“Tommy… behave yourself, I have to drive,” I said playfully, knowing damn well that I enjoyed his touch.

He ran his hand up under my dress lightly touching my pubic area with his fingertips, which I reacted to by grabbing his arm from going any further.

“Son, what do you think you’re going to do with this hand?”

“Why don’t you let go if it… Mom… and find out… you know you want to… you know you want to be a… SLUT,” He really emphasized the last word.

I gave him a quick look. Was I really a slut? My son’s slut? Should I let him? Should I let my son touch my pussy right here in the car? A turn was coming up so I let go of his hand making the turn. He immediately slid it further down between my legs touching my clit. Oh God… my pussy was already getting moist. I had to concentrate on driving, letting my son have his way with me. He rubbed my clit and ran his finger down to my dripping hole.

“Oh yeah… you’re so wet… so hot…”

“Yeah and you shouldn’t be doing this to your Mom while I’m driving,” I said feeling his fingers slowly sinking inside of me.

For some reason I spread my legs a little putting my left as far as I could to the side, watching the cars near by, to make sure no one could see this.

“Oh god Mom, do you smell this? Do you smell your pussy?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I rolled my eyes. Jesus, yes I could smell it. My wet pussy dripping from what he was doing to me.

“Oh god yes… but Tommy, please let go of me… I have to drive.”

He sunk them deeper inside my pussy as I slid down to the edge of the seat. I was so hot, breathing hard. I no longer knew where I was driving, trying not to hit anything, I was just going straight. He started fucking me with them, slowly, tenderly, driving them in and out of me.

“Oh God Tommy… Oh my god… Ohh… Ohhh…”

“Look at you Mom… look how turned on you are,” He rubbed my clit with his thumb while finger fucking me.

“You like me doing this to you, don’t you… slut?”

I looked over at him, my lips dry, my mouth open. He didn’t call me his Mom anymore. What could I have said to him. I let him do this to me… to his Mom… NO… to his SLUT!

“Oh God yes… fuck me… fuck me deeper… Ahhh… Ohhhh… yes like that.”

I was so hot, I was ready to cum… all over my son’s fingers.

“You’re so wet Mom! You’re dripping,” He looked at me sharply “Do you… do you want to taste it?”

I froze. No, not that, I can’t get into this. But my pussy… my juices… god I loved it so much! And the thought of me, licking my pussy juice from my son’s fingers here in the car, while driving was driving me insane. But if I told my son yes, I would admit that I could be with another woman, the thought was so perverted sooo… different. I could tell he saw the conflict in me, after all I didn’t say anything.

“You want to, don’t you Mom… here,” He withdrew his fingers out of my wet hole and brought them up to my face.

“Go ahead, lick them… lick them Mom… taste your own pussy… do it,” He was breathing hard as well, clearly turned on by this.

“Oh god Tommy no… not my pussy…”

Too late, he placed his dripping fingers on my lips. God the taste… the smell… I couldn’t stop, I opened my mouth slightly and immediately received his fingers inside. I wrapped my lips around them and twirled my tongue, sucking… sucking the wet juice from them.

“Yes Mom, suck them… oh yeah… here let me give you some more.”