Unspoken Pleasure

She looked up at me with a trepidation I hadn’t seen in her since Ellie got involved in the picture. Yet I also saw a glimmer of naughtiness, a sign that yes she would, if the possibility arose, although the risk of potential rejection overrode that desire.

“I don’t know,” she eventually answered, her tone tentative.

“Be honest,” I continued, “if there was no risk of the mother-daughter relationship being broken, would you like to have your own Mommy Pet? Same loving relationship, but with benefits?”

“I suppose I might,” Mom nodded hesitantly.

“You suppose it might be kinda nice, or yes I’d love to have my mother eating my cunt?” I clarified, wanting to push her into an act I wasn’t even sure I could pull off.

“Fine, dammit, I’d love to have my mother eating my cunt,” Mom admitted, “does that make you happy?”

“Does it make you happy?” I questioned back with a wide smile.

“You really are such a bad boy,” she purred, swirling her tongue around my cock head.

“And you’re a very bad girl,” I retorted, “an adorably bad girl,” as I slid my cock back into her mouth.

She moaned on my cock as she resumed bobbing.

As I was getting close, I declared, “I think I’m going to have Nana sucking this cock before she leaves.”

Mom again moaned on my cock in response to the visual as she bobbed faster and faster, leading to my shooting my load down her throat. As usual, she slowed down and milked my cock for a couple more minutes until every last remnant of cum had been extracted and savoured.

Finally I pulled out and she looked up at me and challenged, as she stroked my cock slowly, “Okay buster, show me what you’ve got: I dare you to get Nana sucking and fucking this cock.”

“Challenge accepted,” I nodded, trying to sound exactly like Barney Stinson in ‘How I Met Your Mother’.

“And I want her to be on the bottom of the sexual food chain,” Mom added.

“You don’t want to be her pet?” I asked, smiling.

“God, no,” Mom gasped, “I’ve always been submissive to her, always tried to please her; now it’s time to turn the tables and have her attempting to please me.”

“Now you agree I can make Nana my slut?” I asked, tapping my hard cock on her lips. “Not ‘may’, but ‘can’?”

“I’m not sure, but if you do succeed, I want to make sure the hierarchy is clear,” Mom replied.

“Ready for one more round?” I asked.

“I haven’t even come yet, young man! You’d better not leave me all revved up like this,” she retorted, standing up, pushing me back onto the bed and straddling me.

“Mother!” I gasped mockingly. “What would the neighbors say?”

“They’d agree that this time you’re here for my pleasure,” she smiled, lowering her cunt onto my cock. Sometimes we made love, this time we fucked. She bounced hard, taking every inch of my cock deep inside her.

Watching Mom ride me, her breasts bouncing, her expression one of complete lustful pleasure, was always amazing, and I lay back and just enjoyed the ride. After a few minutes Mom came and then demanded, “Fill Mommy’s cunt with your cum, you mother fucker!”

Being called a ‘mother fucker’ was always incredibly hot, especially by my own mother as she rode me.

I began bucking up to meet her downward bounces and in a couple more minutes I deposited a load of cum inside her.

Leaning down and kissing me, she smiled, “Fuck, do I love you, Curtis.”

“I love you, too, Mom,” I replied, kissing her tenderly.

“Hard to believe you’ll be moving out soon,” she said, once we broke the kiss.

“Trust me,” I promised, “I’ll still be back here often.”

“But it won’t be the same,” she sighed softly, as she rolled onto her back and into my outstretched arm, looking dejected.

“I know,” I said, feeling the same way. “But I have a wife now and you have Ellie.”

“I know,” she said, “but it’s not just that I’m having my lover move out, but you’re my only son.”

“I’ll be fifteen minutes away,” I pointed out, before adding, “and my cock will always be on call. Or even if you just need me to change a light bulb, I’ll still be there for you, Mom.”

“You’d better keep your word, young man,” she said firmly.

“Oh, that’s a promise I think I’ll never break even when you’re eighty, the light bulb or the fucking,” I retorted, as we both drifted off to sleep, both forgetting completely that we weren’t the only two in the house.

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Thankfully Mom woke up around three in the morning and had the presence of mind to sneak back into her own room. I wanted to control the seduction of Nana and didn’t want her to discover us in a position where I’d have to dissemble and make excuses to try and control the situation.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.