Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

As soon as I said it I realized that two more buttons might expose my entire breasts, but it was too late. Her small hands were already working on them, palms pressing against my nipples making them hard, getting my dress opened. Uhhhh… I breathed a little easier, my nipples were still covered but barely. In fact my aureoles were showing and my whole middle, past the bottom of my breasts was now exposed. The girl was breathing hard, right at my neck, so close to me, watching my nearly exposed breasts in the mirror.

“How about your bottom, is it the same length?” She whispered.

“No… it is a little shorter,” I whispered back slightly leaning against her.

She brought her hands down to the edges of my dress, one at each of my hips gently touching my hips with her open palms. She grabbed my dress and lifted it about a couple of inches exposing more of my thighs.

“How is that?”

Oh God, I was getting so turned on, the uncontrollable sexual feeling was starting to build up inside me, but yet, I needed to stop this. I couldn’t look in the direction of my son, I just knew he was there watching me.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“No… maybe just a little shorter,” It was no use, seeing her do this to me in the mirror was drowning any moral issues I had.

I looked on as she lifted my dress up more, slowly to the edge… to the edge of my pussy, a little more and it would be exposed.

“There… right there… that’s the length,” I whispered heavily, barely able to control myself.

I felt her heavy breathing on my neck. She looked at me in the mirror, disappointment on her face.

“Are you sure… are you sure it’s not shorter?”

Oh god, she wanted more… she wanted to see me, my pussy, but I couldn’t… oh Jesus no.

“No I think it stops right there,” I said very softly and with no conviction.

“Well maybe we should ask your son, did he see you in that dress?”

What!?… Oh no, I already knew what Tommy’s answer would be.

“So, you think your Mother’s dress stops right there, or is it shorter than that?”

Tommy came into view, eyes wide; I could tell he was watching this, he already had a bulge in his pants. He looked at me in the mirror, half naked, my breasts nearly exposed and dress up in the girls hands. She was looking at him expectantly, as if she knew what he was going to say.

“Oh I think my Mom’s dress is shorter than this.”

She turned towards me, looking into my eyes through the mirror.

“See… your son knows.”

“Oh God no,” I whispered.

She raised it, slowly, inch by inch as I watched letting her do it. My pussy slowly came into view, first the lips, moist… wet shining and slightly apart. Than as she pulled the dress over my hips, my clit and whole pussy area was exposed, cleanly shaven, every detail visible. I looked at her, her eyes were on my pussy, she was licking her lips, watching me. After a few seconds she looked into my eyes.

“There, I think you look much better like this.”

She reached up around my waist and unbuttoned another button holding my dress together, watching me in the mirror, watching my hard nipples come into view. I rolled my eyes powerless in her grip. No matter how much I wanted to stop this from happening, I couldn’t. The sight of myself getting exposed like this was almost making me cum. I think she knew what was happening to me, she reached for the last button but at the last moment turned to Tommy.

“Maybe you should lock that door and draw the shades,” She said meaningfully.

I looked and saw my son walk towards the door and do what she asked. I was watching everything unfold as my head was swimming, why was I letting this happen? Was it her touch? Was it the fact that she reminded me of my daughter? No… not that, I could never let my daughter do this to me!

“Please, let me go… I can’t do this in front of my son,” I whispered to her, low enough for Tommy not to hear.

“Ohhh I think you can… I think you want to do it in front of him… so he can watch his Mother be a slut.”

Oh God how did she know? That word… I moaned as soon as I heard her say that and she smiled knowingly, releasing my last button. My dress fell to the sides and she pulled it off of me with a quick move, throwing it at Tommy. She immediately pressed herself to my naked back and put her hands on my hips.

“Oh god please… please don’t do this,” I pleaded to save myself from my son seeing this.

She didn’t listen, she ran her hands along my stomach to my breasts and grabbed them, softly separating her fingers to allow my nipples to run between them.

“Uhhhhhmmmmm… oh please…” I didn’t know what I was begging for.

I was approaching an orgasm, standing there in this girls grasp as she explored my body in front of my son. Her hands slid down, along my stomach, past my naval, down to my pussy. Her fingers touched my clit and I moaned reaching back with my own hands grabbing her hips, trying to feel her. Her fingers ran along my clit and rubbed it in circles, in a fast rhythm, than running a finger down to my opening and sliding it in, than bringing it back up to my clit and rubbing it, making me cum.

“Ahhhhh… ohhhhhh… yesss… oh my god…”

I moaned in her embrace as an orgasm gripped my powerless body. She continued working my pussy as only a woman could, she knew exactly what to do. I held on, moaning and enjoying my orgasm, letting her do whatever she wanted to me. She let go of my pussy and grabbed my arm, tugging me towards the deep chair in the corner.

“I have to check those shoes of your, to make sure that they fit.”

I didn’t understand… my shoes? I sat down where she indicated and she kneeled in front of me again lifting both of my feet right away, spreading them… spreading me apart. I sat back reclined, opened with this young girl between my legs. My pussy was so wet… so hot… dripping cum and I wanted her to lick it… I wanted her to put her tongue on me. I looked over at Tommy, he had his camera in his hands… watching me… watching what was about to happen… what I was about to let happen. Oh god please… don’t let him take my pictures… not like this… not with another girl!