Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

I left the garage and went up to my bedroom. My mind was in turmoil, thinking of what I have done, of how different the relationship with my son has now become. The quilt was tugging at my brain, but the memory of the most intoxicating orgasm was so much stronger. I rolled up in a ball falling asleep in my bed.

The next few days I felt pretty guilty for permitting the incident to happen. How could I have done this? I kept asking myself. After all, I was the parent, I was the adult. I’ve broken the trust we have had between us.

Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. I took the opportunity when no one was home but me and Tommy.

“Tommy we need to talk”

“Yes Mum, what’s up” He said looking at me, his eyes starting at mine and slowly running down and resting on my tits.

“Tommy, what I’ve done is wrong, I should never have allowed you to take those pictures of me” I said surprised at his boldness of looking at my tits.

I had a modest blouse on that buttoned up the front; with top two buttons undone, revealing some of my cleavage. My husband didn’t even notice that this morning.

“Why Mom, you look beautiful, there is no other woman that could compare with you” He said with so much conviction in his voice that I knew he really meant it.

“Thank you son and you were a great photographer, but I’m your Mom, and Mothers shouldn’t show their sons as much of herself as I’ve shown you”

We were sitting at the kitchen table beside each other. His eyes were constantly wondering to my cleavage and tits making me exited from the attention he was paying them. Just the fact that someone was looking at me in that way was exiting.

“Well you didn’t show me everything… I still haven’t seen your tits”

“Tommy…” I gasped, my face turning red.

“Oh, I’m sorry mom… but I can see… I mean imagine that they’re great… but I would really like to take pictures of them Mom… please”

I was surprised at how up front he was. I didn’t know what to say, but I knew that I needed to take his mind off of my body. My body on the other hand reacted as soon as he said tits and pictures. My pussy quivered and started getting so moist.

“Tommy, I don’t think that’s proper…” I started saying.

Proper? Why didn’t I tell him NO! He was still looking at my tits and I saw his tongue come out to wet his lips.

“Mom, I’ll be right back, I’m going to get the camera” He ran off up the stairs.

“Tommy, no, I will not!” I yelled after him.

I felt perspiration on my neck and brow. This wasn’t going how I have planned. I wanted to break this crazy fetish off and here I was about to let him take more pictures of me.

He came back downstairs in a hurry holding the camera and positioning himself in front of me, on his knees, ready to take the pictures.

“Tommy, please put this away” I said in a weak voice.

Snap, snap, snap. I was sitting on the chair, looking at him as he was taking pictures.

“Mom, can you unbutton another button on your blouse?”

“No, I said to put this away” I said smiling.

“Come on Mom, I’m not going to stop until you do” Snap, snap, snap.

“Ok, but than we’re done”

What harm could that do, I thought to myself. I unbuttoned another button reviling more of my cleavage. Looking down I saw that the globes of my tits were showing. My son now positioned himself low on the floor, almost laying down. From this angle he could probably see up my skirt. I kept my knees together just in case, looking down at him.

“Tommy, that’s not a position a son should take pictures of his Mom from”

“Yeah, but not everyone has a beautiful Mom like you” He said snapping more pictures.

I liked that response, I liked the fact that he loved taking pictures of me. I leaned back enjoying the attention. I could feel my body getting warm, and pussy moist.

“Mom can you just unbutton your blouse all the way, it would be a very nice picture”

“No Tommy, I can’t… remember, I’m your MOM, besides… I’m not wearing a bra”

I could tell that those words stirred up excitement in my son. Snap, snap, snap. I looked down at the obvious bulge in his pants, amazed at the size. God, he must be pretty big, I thought licking my lips.

“Just unbutton it, and you can keep your tits covered. Come on Mom… I need these pictures” He pleaded.

“Ok, but nothing more than that” Oh god, what am I getting myself into here, I thought unbuttoning the last of the buttons.

I separated my blouse to the point that the edges of the material were held on my tits only by my very erect nipples, giving my son a view down the middle of my chest and my full globes. I looked back at him, my lips dry and my heart pounding in my chest.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh Mom this is great, I love it… now put your hands on the table and spread them wide”

I spread my hands wide on the table leaning back. As I did that, I felt my blouse start to slide to the sides. Was that his intention from the beginning? And why not, why shouldn’t I show him my tits? He already saw my pussy, my pussy and my asshole.

“Ok Tommy… but please… please erase these pictures too” I couldn’t believe how exited I was getting.

I decided to go with it, but keep it in check. I wouldn’t go as far as I did the other day, if things would get out of hand I would just get up and walk away. I arched my back and stuck my chest out.

Snap, snap, snap. My son was now taking pictures of my bare tits; my blouse completely fell to the sides. God just the thought of exposing myself in front of my son was a big turn on.

“Mom, Jesus your tits are gorgeous… can I… can I touch them?” He said unsure looking at me.

“No Tommy… I shouldn’t even be letting you take these pictures” I replied not very convincingly.

The truth was I really wanted him to touch them. Snap, snap. He was getting closer and closer with the camera. He came up to my knees and rested his hands with the camera on top, snapping pictures of my tits.