Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Jill stood up and her son’s cock slipped from its resting place. She faced her son. His cock was still half-hard and sticking out in front of him like a banner. It was all of seven inches long and bigger around than his father’s by a considerable amount. Jill decided there was going to be a little more to the evening than she had originally planned.

“God, honey, you were really ready weren’t you?” she said. “Well mommy was too. You made mommy cum, something I didn’t expect to happen tonight.” She walked across the room and putting the lid down she sat down on the toilet.

“Come here, honey,” she said beckoning with her hand.

Tim approached her, his cock leading the way. He was still in shock from the night’s events and moved as though in a trance. He stopped in front of her. Tim watched in awe as Jill reached out and wrapped her fingers around his still firm cock. Immediately the blood rushed to his meaty tube and it turned to a hard pole of flesh.

“Baby still needs to cum some more, doesn’t he?” Jill began a slow movement of her hand up and down. Pausing at the top to tickle the little hole and rub the sensitive ridge around the head. Tim groaned; his eyes locked on to the exotic sight. Then she squeezed the hard mass and drove down to his balls as she cupped them with her free hand. Her hands were now coated with the slippery jelly from his cock and she began rapid strokes up and down the towering flesh. Tim thrust his hips forward as the speed of Jill’s hands increased. Mother and son stared at the purple headed rod disappearing and emerging from the top of her fist. Both knew this was only the beginning of their sexual sessions. They had crossed the line, incest or not this was only the preliminary to their sexual play.

“Come on, baby, cum for mommy, shoot your juice for me.”

“Can I touch your… your breasts?” he said.

Jill took the hand that had been caressing Tim’s balls and raised the baby-doll top pulling the flimsy material over her head. Now she was fully exposed to her son.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Feel mommy’s tits, honey, but just for a little bit, until you shoot.”

Tim needed no urging, He took in her perfect size thirty-six c tits that he remembered from her bra size His hand hefted the nearest tit and tweaked the hard nipple, Jill sighed as his hot fingers pulled on the sensitive flesh.

“Some night, I’ll let you suck them. Would you like that?”

“Oh, God, mom, yes, I’d love to suck on you. Ohh, mom feeling your tits and talking like that is going to make me cum.”

“Yeah, honey, cum, cum for mommy, shoot, baby.”

“Mom, ohhhh, mom, mom, mom ohhhhh.” The white ropes of cum spouted from the purple head Jill was pumping and rained down the front of her body. Her tits suddenly had white streaks across them. Even one nipple was dripping with her son’s cum. Tim shot string after string of juice, as his mother jacked-off his hard meat.

“Oh, honey, that’s a lot for the second time. And you’re still hard. I’ll bet you could cum again if we tried. But I think that’s enough for tonight. You said this was what you wanted, Well, baby, you’ve got it. You had better be prepared to keep this little game up. And during the day and especially at breakfast there will be nothing said or done that reveals what is happening, clear?”

“Oh, you bet, mom, that’s clear. I wouldn’t do anything to cause this to stop.”

“Good.” Jill stood up and started to walk from the room. Half way to the door, she stopped. “I know you are just dying to feel my pussy aren’t you.” When Tim nodded, She walked back to him and took his hand in hers, guiding it between her legs. She allowed him to take one swipe the length of her wet open channel. She guided his middle finger in a little bit so he could tell he was actually feeling her pussy opening, then pulled his hand back. “Now you know in your own mind that you have felt your mother’s tits and pussy. That should give you enough masturbation ammunition to last during the times we can’t get together.” Jill kissed him on the mouth that was open with surprise. And, still naked, she left the bathroom and returned to her bed. Her husband lay snoring in almost the same spot he had been in when she left. She wiped her still wet hand on the sheets near her head. She would change them tomorrow, but right now she wanted to smell her son’s juice. Before wiping the cum off her tits with a tissue she dipped one finger in the white streak and touched it to her tongue. She had never tasted cum before; she had never wanted to, now she wanted her son to shoot his load into her mouth. God, she was becoming a slut as well as an immoral, incestuous mother.

She smiled to herself as she heard her son being sick in the bathroom. He had just found out that the real thing was a lot more shattering than the fantasy. It was one thing to dream of having a sexual liaison with your mother; it was a lot different when it really happened. She wondered how he would feel when she let him fuck her.