Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

School was a worse drag than Monday had been. Finally he could take no more, and went to the restroom and pumped his stiff member until he had twice shot a load against the wall of the stall. It made him feel better, but his cock was only slightly less hard. He wondered how his mother would treat him during the evening.

After Tim left for school and her husband had gone to work, Jill had about fifteen minutes until she too had to leave for work. She moved as though in a fog. She was having a difficult time accepting the fact that her own son had made sexual advances to her. She had little doubt that the first time on Monday had been an accident, but there was no mistaking the episode today for anything but what it was. Tim had deliberately thrust his hard cock against her ass, even going so far as thrusting upward after the initial contact to increase the sexual connotation of his movements. Her first reaction was hoping her husband hadn’t seen it. For the next few seconds she had been too involved in the feeling of the rigid cock between her tight spheres to think of anything else. Finally she had admitted to herself that the pole between her ass cheeks was her eighteen-year-old son’s cock, and was there through no accident. But her real concern was her panties, which had become soaked when her pussy flooded as she realized that her own son was dry fucking her ass. That flooding had almost been her downfall. She hadn’t been that turned on since the first time a boy played with her bare tits in high school. In all their marriage years her husband had never been able to arouse her to that pitch and now her own son had sparked a drenching response. Afterward, she had been weak in the knees, and rather than finish the dishes, she had grabbed her coffee and sat down at the table. Thomas looked at her strangely.

“Aren’t you feeling well?” He asked.

“I’m fine, just a little tired. I’ve had a hard couple of days this week and it’s just catching up to me.” It certainly was hard, she thought.

“Maybe you should take a couple of days off. I’m going to Chicago on Sunday for a week to finish up that lawsuit, why don’t you come along?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. A couple of nights of rest and the week-end off should fix me right up.” A good screwing would help too, she thought.

“Okay, whatever you say,” Thomas said. He didn’t seem too broken up by the fact she wasn’t going to accompany him.

The phone cut off any answer from her. It was her best friend, Carrie, begging Jill to meet her after work and help pick out a dress for a Friday party she was planning on attending. Jill accepted immediately. It would mean she would be out when Tim got home and he would be in his room for the night by the time she got back from shopping. She wasn’t sure she could face him; she didn’t know how to handle this morning’s incident.

Tim too was relieved to find his mother gone for the evening. He wasn’t sure how to respond if she challenged him on the incident during breakfast. But as luck would have it, he saw a movie was going to be on TV that he had been waiting to see. It started at 9:00 and went until 11:00. Without giving it another thought, he stayed up to watch it. At about ten o’clock his dad put away his law book and said he was going to bed. As the movie was ending his mother arrived home. Tim couldn’t face her and kept his eyes glued to the screen.

“Did your dad go to bed?” Jill asked.

“Yeah, about ten,” Tim responded. He still didn’t face her.

Jill walked around the chair he was sitting in and stood between him and the TV.

“You had better not let your dad catch you at the little game you’re playing in the mornings.” It wasn’t exactly the words she meant to say.

“I won’t,” he said.

“That’s not what I meant, Tim.” She studied him for a moment. Her voice dropped to hushed tones. “You’d better be sure of what you want before you try to get it.”

For the first time he looked at her. “What?”

“You heard me. Better think it over carefully.” She turned and went to her bedroom.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Tim tossed and turned until the wee hours thinking over his mother’s comments. But there was little doubt in his mind that come the dawn he was going to feel her ass again. He was just too hung up on her to give up. He wasn’t even sure he understood her remarks.

Thursday, he again rose early and dressed minus his underwear. He was anxious to get to the kitchen, but he first had to wait until his raging hard-on had cooled slightly. Not that he wanted it flaccid. He wanted to be hard enough to force his mother’s cheeks apart as he pushed against her. He was hoping her little talk would make her think he wouldn’t try anything this morning. Finally he went down the hall and entered the kitchen. His mother was just leaving the table. She stopped in the middle of the room.

“Good morning, honey, you’re up early this morning,” she said.

“Couldn’t sleep. I guess I was looking forward to getting started today.”

“Would you like me to get your cereal?” Jill asked.

“No, that’s okay, mom. Some things make me feel better when I do them for myself.” But Tim didn’t move toward the cereal shelf. He stood in the doorway into the kitchen.

Jill continued to stand in the middle of the kitchen for another moment, then surprising even herself, she picked up the dishes and cups from the table and moved to the counter. Leaning against the sink front, she began running water into the sink. She was bent over slightly with her curvy, firm ass pushed back. Tim waited only another minute then checking to see that his dad was still engrossed in his daily paper, he moved toward the cabinet above his mother’s head. Quickly he found himself directly behind his mother, her form bent over the sink. It took him another few seconds to make up his mind to continue with his usual contact. Then throwing caution to the winds he moved forward. The very thought of what he was about to do and the fact that his mother had gone to the sink when she could have remained in the middle of the room until he had retrieved his cereal caused his cock to harden into a full rigid hard-on.