Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“Then hurry up and come.”

I wanted to do so much more to her, but the crown of my cock was a knot of tingling nerve-endings whose need for release had spilled into my thighs. I felt as though I were floating, carried on a prickling cloud that had hollowed out my insides with soul-shaking adrenaline.

“I’ll come later,” I whispered, almost panting, my words hurting my throat. “But you’re gonna come now.”

Mom opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, I pushed aside the gusset of her panties, and the tips of my middle and forefinger found her clit on the first try. Her mouth opened, but no sound left her lips. Her face tightened, tensing into a moment of pleasure with her eyes narrowing and her lips puckering. The muscles in her neck went taut. My fingers slid through the dewy crease of her pussy, pushing against the pink flesh behind her lips and above her hole, and then my fingers sank into her muffin as they followed that line downward.

“Uh,” Mom moaned from the back of her throat, surprise and shock painted on her face.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

My digits followed the curving of her inner channel. I didn’t go deep. Instead, I hooked my fingers through her wetness, pressing the tips against the underside of her mound as my thumb continued forward and wiggled between the thickness of her upper cunny lips. I knew I was beneath my mother’s clit, and I pushed my thumb higher in a hurry. I didn’t stop until my mother’s body jumped as if electrified, and she uttered another moan through her trembling lips.

“That’s it, Mom,” I whispered in a rush. “Just let me touch you, and I’ll stay away from Jenna.”

Mom didn’t move. Had Jenna’s name caused her to freeze in place? Or was it because I had two fingers inside of her pussy, my thumb on her clit, and my ring finger pressing into the crack of her ass while my pink finger rested along the bottom of her right cheek? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t about to ask.

Please, God, help me make my mother come, I prayed, and then I started moving my fingers between the squishiness of her pink, maternal walls.

“Uh-oh,” Mom whisper-moaned, her face struggling with defiance.

I had my palm upward with my fingers adapting to the curve of her inner channel; the wet and rubbery pinkness of her hidden flesh was soft to the touch. Soft and tight, squeezing me with ridged muscles and a deeper strength I hadn’t anticipated. Jenna’s pussy had never done that, but the word control floated through my mind. Mom was a woman who knew how to use her pussy to her advantage.

I stared at her face as I curled and uncurled my fingers across the underside of my mother’s mound. Her G-spot, so the pornstars said. So the internet said. So Jenna said while whimpering and holding back tears while I stroked her cunny to orgasm.

I didn’t move my fingers fast or slow. I caressed my mother’s insides with methodical pressure and used the same rhythm to thumb my mother’s clit. Her squishy pearl rolled smoothly between the upper portions of her outer lips, where the pussy meat was thick and tender and perfect for squeezing around my mother’s clitoral hood. I bit back a moan. I couldn’t strip my mother naked right now and squeeze her pussy lips together, hugging her clit with her clam’s outer shell no matter how much I wanted to. Next time, I told myself, next time. I had so many plans for my mother’s body that it was almost impossible to think straight.

As I soaked my fingers between Mom’s lips, her face betrayed the pleasure coursing through her maternal core. She had bitten her lower lip, and with each turn of her clit and massage of her insides, her chin twitched to the left or right, her eyes narrowing and her brows spasming. From her pussy came a messy amount of honey-thick nectar, staining my hand and her shorts, ruining her panties, and wetting her ass crack and butthole.

I moaned.

“Shh,” Mom hissed, turning her head over her right shoulder as far as she could. Her eyes opened, and she shivered as I pressed down on her love button. Her hips shot upward, and her thighs opened and closed, squeezing my hand, then releasing it, then squeezing it. The scent of her sweet musk filled my nostrils and probably the whole damn living room. I breathed it in deeply as my left hand pushed its way under my shorts without permission and grabbed hold of the stiffest cock I had ever had in my life.

Holy shit, but I needed to get this big son-of-a-bitch into my mother–but not tonight. I wanted to cry as that thought hit me, but I wanted to come even more, so I started stroking my member faster while working my mother’s juicy muff harder and rubbing her clitty at a quicker pace.

The faster I rubbed my precum-slick prick, the harder I worked my mother’s pussy, matching the rhythms of my hands together. As I synchronized their movements, Mom’s and my pleasure seemed to intertwine. Every time I suppressed a moan, my mother did the same. She looked at me with a kind of helplessness that made my balls beg for mercy.

Within minutes of touching myself, her jaw trembled, and her head started to nod as if urging me onward. She puckered her lips, her face tightening as my cock swelled in anticipation of my orgasm. As my pleasure swirled along my glans’ corona, Mom’s pussy channel constricted, and she raised her left palm to her mouth. A look of shame, and surprise, filled her eyes as her pussy turned into a creamy mess across my fingers.

She’s gonna come. She’s gonna come. She’s gonna–

Mom shook her head, at herself or me, I don’t know, but she twisted the hand covering her mouth and bit the crescent line of flesh running from her thumb to her forefinger. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, and Mom closed her knees and feet, trapping my hand between her sweaty thighs, keeping my fingers lodged inside of her as her ass lifted from the couch, bucking her pussy at my probing digits and pearl-polishing thumb. Cum drenched my fingers. Thick and hot, it poured from her, wetting everything it touched and branding the fabric of her panties, shorts, and the couch, with her strawberry fragrance. When her whimpers escaped her fingers, and she brought her right hand up to help cover her mouth, and I lost control.

My cock stiffened along its underside, bending upward and back as my thighs tensed and my ass cheeks clenched. The pressure in my balls released, shooting up and around and then through my cock, filling my shaft with cum before it exploded into my shorts.

“Mom, Mom, Mom,” I whisper-moaned, trembling and pushing my hips forward as thick blasts of jizzed ruined my jockeys and wet my fingers. My moans continued, riding the wispy strands of my breath, impossible for anyone but my mother or myself to hear. I pushed my fingers hard into my mother’s cunny, straightening them and mashing my knuckles against her pussyhole, my thumb sliding up her clitoral hood and over her pubic hairs, my fingers clamping onto her pubic bone as though I owned her. I fought for depth inside of her channel, and when a low moan escaped my mother’s lungs, the sound was sexy enough to force one last aftershock of cum to shake my system, emptying my balls of every ounce of jizz they held.

“Thank you,” I panted after a minute of silence, “for letting me touch you, Mom.”

“Take your fingers out of me,” Mom said, her voice stern. “And go to your room.”

I didn’t argue. I didn’t speak. I nodded my head, slid my fingers from my mother, and hurried upstairs, not even sparing Mom another look. I left my tablet behind, but I didn’t care at the moment. I went upstairs to my room, where I licked my mother’s sweetness off my fingers. My saliva glands erupted, my tongue tingled. I had never tasted anything so smooth and creamy before. I had to get my mouth between her legs next time.

Would there even be a next time?

Fuck, yes, there would be.

An hour later, I went downstairs to get my tablet. I walked through the dark hallway, reached the top of the stair, and witnessed the silvery-blue light from the TV as it tried to break the foyer’s curtain of darkness. At the top of the stairs, I heard the sounds of low, heavy panting, and the faint plop, plop, plop, of flesh smacking flesh. Crouching and taking my time, I slid-walked down the stairs far enough to see into the living, and what I saw hardened my cock quicker than my hand ever could.

Silvery-blue light washed over my mother, who was facing away from me. My father still looked asleep, but how he remained asleep, even with his pills, was beyond anything the medical world could have explained to me. Mom sat astride him, her boyshorts missing from her body, though I couldn’t make out any details since the light only hit her from the front.