Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“So…” Mom began. “I, uh… I went out shopping yesterday. I bought some stuff… I thought I’d try them on for you…” My eyes widened slightly. Was this happening? Was this going where I think it was?

“Why didn’t you ask Dad while he was here?” I asked, impetuously, knowing the answer.

“Oh, I’d much rather get your opinion.” she said, glancing away for a moment before looking back at me, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“What’d you buy?” I asked calmly, not intimidated, even though I sensed what was coming.

“Some new tops, some skirts… a couple new bikinis… and bras, some thongs, a few g-strings…” she trailed off as my cock stiffened. I glanced down at her top, even though she could easily see me stare, and I noticed her nipples throbbing under her top. The corner of her mouth turned up slightly as she stood up straight and slowly sauntered around the counter, her big tits jiggling with every step. I don’t even think she was wearing a fucking bra. I sat in place as she walked up behind me and moved in close. I shivered as I felt her presence up close to me, and my dick pulsed in my pants as I felt her huge breasts slide against the back of my neck. “So go up to your room… and I’ll join there soon…” she panted, with her lips next to my ear. She sauntered away, shaking her ass proudly, knowing I was watching.

This was the beginning of the summer of Mom.

It took two days to erase any indecision or doubts Mom had. She had fucked her own son, had some incredible sex with him, and it took a grand total two days for her to come to terms with it. She went from ‘Maybe we shouldn’t do this again,’ to ‘I NEED that big, fat COCK right NOW!’ Any regrets she might have felt about the whole adultery and incest thing where quickly forgotten when compared to the mind-blowing sex I could offer her.

And trust me, the sex that ensued was mind-blowing.

Those first few days were insane. We went at it like animals. After just a couple days of trying to hold back, the levees were broken, and there was no stopping us. It was rough. It was nasty. It was amazing!

A few days later, Dad got home from his trip. He was greeted at the door by his wife. Dad no doubt looked at her and noticed her stunning beauty. He no doubt noticed her nice outfit, a simple but flattering ensemble, a slim yellow blouse and a flowy skirt, nothing too crazy. But what he didn’t notice was the slight sheen of sweat coating her skin. And he certainly didn’t notice the thick load of cum leaking out of her mature cunt, freshly pumped deep inside there by their studly teenage son. And he was certainly too distracted by his wife to hear their son upstairs quickly trying to clean up, to cover up any evidence of the illicit encounter that had just occurred there.

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This was the time I should be, you know… sowing my oats. Living it up, having the time of my life with my friends and chasing girls before heading off to college. Instead, I spent my summer pretty much obsessed with fucking my own mother. It sounded messed up, but it didn’t really bother me in the slightest. I was surprised by how little the incest bothered me. I really wasn’t hung up by it at all. The sex was way too good for me to care. And I was getting fucked way to often and way too well to really think twice.

Even though Mom had been the hesitant one in the equation, once she dove in, she dove in all the way. She was pretty much on my dick the whole summer. I’d been with some aggressive girls before, but Mom… she took the cake. I’ve never seen a girl or a woman as hungry for cock as Mom was. Morning, noon and night, as soon as the coast was clear, sex would ensue. I would be stirred awake by her swallowing my morning wood to the root, her plump lips forming a seal around my thick shaft in time to my eyes opening, meeting her wicked gaze. Or I’d be awoken to the sound of her clothes hitting the floor, and the silence of the morning would be pierced by her screams of pleasure.

Dad was a busy man, giving me and Mom plenty of time alone to indulge our new hobby. Mom was practically a whole new woman around me, traipsing around in her tiny, sexy underwear or miniscule, barely-there bikinis, thongs that let her ass just hang out, and tiny bras and bikini tops that barely contained her mammoth jugs. She was strutting around the place; shaking her ass and making her big tits jiggle for my amusement. To outsiders, she was the same nice, normal mom, but to me, she was a sex goddess. We spent a lot of summer in my bed, with her and me going at it like wild animals. We would also get it on in her room, on her and Dad’s big bed, sometimes even spending the whole night going at it when Dad was out of town, but most of our encounters took place in my room, as my messy, teenage bedroom seemed like the perfect place for our illicit encounters.

Mom was as into it as I was, and whenever I was away from her, she would be blowing up my phone like jealous teenager. I’d be hanging out with some friends, including some girls and after, like, an hour she’d be sending me pictures of her cleavage, or a thong pulled up above the hem of her jeans. As the night would go on, she’d show off more and more skin, until I just had to rush home and take care of business, emptying my nuts in and on her. She wanted my sperm all to herself and she got her wish. By the end of the summer, my phone was full of dirty texts from her, and pictures of her hot naked body. And her phone was no doubt filled up by pictures of my big, meaty, throbbing cunt-destroyer, taken from all different angles, showcasing my impressive length and my large swollen nuts. Pictures that she would demand of me in the same way most mothers would demand their son to do their chores. I liked how demanding my mom was.

When I was at work at the beach, she would always just happen to show up, rocking a skimpy bikini and drawing my eyes from all that exposed teenage skin to gaze upon her luscious, mature flesh. She would always chat me up, and she would never be satisfied till me and her snuck off and got it on, putting my lifeguard job and maybe even people’s lives at risk just so I could get at her tight pussy, but it was so worth it. She wouldn’t have been bothered too much if I got fired though. That would have meant more time at home for me, and more time spent in her waiting, ready cunt.

It wasn’t anything beyond sex. Mind-blowing, amazing, world-shaking sex. It was a purely physical, lust-based relationship. We both like the sensation of my thick, bare, teenage cock buried up to the nuts inside of her hot body. We couldn’t get enough.

By the end of the summer, we were pretty much full on addicted to each other. We had done so much together. We had fucked every chance we got, all over the house, a few times in public. We fucked in the pool. We fucked in the car. She sucked me off in a movie theatre. We hooked up in a public bathroom at the beach. She efficiently sucked me to full hardness and swallowed my load while we waited in the car when Dad ran into a store to grab us dinner. We fucked in my bed in the middle of the night while Dad was sound asleep.

I would probably never fuck this often again in my life, and I just couldn’t stop. We participated in pure filth, and when things would begin to settle we would add something new to our encounters, capping it off near the end of the summer when she took the full length of my meaty prick up her ass. Her ASS! Whenever I mentioned doing that with any of the girls I had hooked up with before they had almost laughed in my face, telling me that it would NEVER happen. But out of all of them, my own mom was the only one willing to do it. My own MOM loved taking cock up her tight ass. It was unbelievable, and it felt so fucking good. There was a good week there where I did nothing but drill her tight ass, making her scream and moan as I filled her up with cum. It was incredible.

Whenever Dad was home, I realized that even though he was the breadwinner, I was the man of the house. He had to go to work every day, while I stayed home, barely lifting a finger, and drilled his hot wife, my mom. I didn’t keep my room clean. I was lazy and I slept in a lot. I played games for hours on end, and was more willing to go party with my friends or go to the gym than do anything productive. But none of that really bothered Mom. My brash, teenage disobedience appealed to her, and she rewarded me for it by vigorously sucking my massive cock again and again. She should respect Dad for all his hard work and be a sweet, grateful wife, but she respected my big cock more. The pleasure my big cock brought her erased all other concerns. I was the king of the house, and every time Mom took a load of my cum in her pussy, or in her ass, or down her throat, or on her tits, she only further supplanted my father’s place with me on the throne.

But like all good summer flings, it had to come to an end eventually. Mine ended with me going off to school, leaving Mom back home. We had spent all summer fucking and as the deadline approached we both got more desperate and horny, going at it like animals at every opportunity, knowing the fun was about to end. So when the time came for me to take off, I didn’t know how either of us would deal with it. The sperm had been flowing from my cock at an excessive rate, and I doubted even the dirtiest college skank I could find would be able to keep up. And for Mom… I don’t know how she could go back to just Dad after all the things we had done together. We’d both been changed by what we had done, and what was gonna happen next was a mystery.

So to go back to the beginning of this story to answer the question, what happens after a mother and son hook up for the first time? Well, let me tell you: Lots and lots of sex. Crazy amounts of hot sweaty fucking of the filthiest kind. Sex you can’t forget.

But the question of what comes after that, after a mother and son spend an entire summer fucking each other’s brains out. After a son gets better sex than what he could find elsewhere with his own mom, and a mom gets the sex of her life from her own son. When a studly son goes off to college, seemingly to move on to a new phase of life, leaving his horny, sexed-up mother behind. What comes after all that? Can either of them move on? Can they truly give this up? Can they actually move on in a healthy way, or did they fall too deep already? Was the siren’s song of incest too tempting to resist? Could they just forget about it, or was the force drawing them back together far too strong to fight off?

Would it be something that we could just move on from? Would things just return to normal now? Is this something we could look back upon fondly in a few years and laugh about? Like, is this something we’d chat about when I was home at Thanksgiving a couple years down the line? Would she be like, ‘Oh, hey, Kyle, you remember that time, a couple years back, where me and you spent the whole summer having sex every chance we got? Wasn’t that crazy!?’

I know this whole thing was insane, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had to know where this was going. I needed an answer.

And eventually I got one.

You wanna know what happens after a mother and son spend an entire summer fucking?

Well, that’s a whole other story…