Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Pink’s Playground had a downstairs pornography shop full of DVDs, sex toys, and everything you could buy on the internet, but without the overnight delivery. How many boyfriends had brought their girlfriends down here after a night of titty watching? What nasty things did those girls buy afterward? What was Mom going to buy?

“Mom,” I said, keeping my voice low as I looked at the big-titted MILF behind the checkout counter. “What do you need to buy from here?”

“There’s something that I’ve always wanted to do, but it takes at least two cocks to do it,” Mom said, walking to the far end of the shop where a wall made of dildos stood. Mom looked sideways at me and gave me a silly smile. “And your father’s princess would never be allowed to own a dildo.”

I laughed, but then a thought hit me, and I said, “Does Dad make you do things?”

“Yes, he does,” Mom said. “Your father makes me stand on a pedestal when all I want to do is lick his asshole.”

I tripped, the ground seeming to have grown an extra foot in height, and I almost fell on my face.

Mom laughed as her eyes scanned the wall. She took small steps, stopping to touch a box here, read a description there, or give a particularly big dick a visual once over.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“That night you cried,” I said, “why’d you cry? This seems so natural to you.”

Mom exhaled, her lips forming into a reflective smile. “I cried because I’m a mother.”

I waited for more, but that’s all she said. I reflected on those words until I understood what they had meant. I grabbed my mother’s left hand with my right, and I squeezed her palm with a son’s love. Mom turned her head, smiled at me, and squeezed my hand as well. Then she went back to the wall, her eyes all business once again.

Though Mom considered all of her options, her focus continually returned to the suction-cupped dildos. She went back to them, stopped, and looked over the phallic variations. Her eyes drifted to me, then back to the cocks, and then back to me, and then back to the cocks.

“How big do you think you are?” Mom asked.

I knew how big I was, and when I told her, Mom said, “Liar.”

“I’m serious,” I said.

Mom looked at me again, biting her lower lip and swinging her shoulders. “Since I’m your mother, I had to show no fear, but your dick did scare me a little.”

Heat filled my cheeks, and a solid bar of warmth flowed into my shaft.

“We need a cock almost as big as yours,” Mom said, “that we can stick to surface tops. I want to be able to suck something while getting fucked, and I want to be able to fuck something while I’m sucking you.” She squeezed my hand again as her eyes had focused on a long, thick, and curved cock that looked about an inch shorter than mine. “I just want an extra prick to play with.”

The image of Mom riding my father’s cock while he slept came back to me, and I said, “Do you think Dad would wake up if you blew him while I fucked you?”

Mom’s smile turned into a pucker, and her eyes widened, her brows rising, and she turned to look at me with an ooh, that sounds interesting expression on her face.

“We’re still buying a dildo,” Mom said before lowering her voice and adding, “but we’re going to have to find out about your father, you dirty fucking bastard.”

My cock spat up a wad of creamy precum as my mother gave me a sexually charged glare. She grabbed the suction cup dildo that she had been eyeing and walked us toward the checkout counter, pulling me by the hand.

The big-titted MILF rang us up, saying, “Aren’t you the lucky one,” to me. “Where’d you find this cutie, cougar?”

“I found him trying to get into my pants,” Mom said, and the two shared a laugh as if they were old friends.

“Aren’t they all?” Big Tits asked.

Mom looked at me and asked, “Did the drive-through really turn you on?”

“Yeah,” I said, still remembering the shock in the attendant’s eyes.

Mom turned back to Big Tits. “I read about this place on the forum FillMeUp, and I’d like to play with my new toy on-site, in the Buyer’s Showroom.” Mom made a silly face. “That’s a real thing, right?”

“You’re a kinky one,” Big Tits said. “It’s real. Follow me.”

“Mah,” I said, then changed what I was about to say to “Deborah,” which was my mother’s real name.

“Mark,” Mom said, pulling me along as she followed Big Tits down a hallway. “Keep calling me, ‘Mom.’ The watchers will get a kick out of it.”

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“Some watchers,” Big Tits said. “It’s a bit early, but you’ll get a few granddads to drop a few loads this afternoon.”

Mom laughed, yet her cheeks swirled with red, matching the heat that bloomed across mine. Could I do what I think we were going to do?

“My boy here is going to watch his Momma,” Mom said. “The website said you’d provide me with a mask.”

“I’ll take care of you.” Big Tits stopped in front of a door, turning and winking at Mom. “Don’t you worry, Momma.”

We walked down a dark hallway with red baseboard lighting. Bit Tits opened one of the doors within the wall for me, saying, “Have fun, young man,” as she gestured for me to step inside the room. “There’s an intercom in there if you want to order a stripper.” I looked at Mom, who motioned with an all-to motherly, get your butt moving, mister, sideways head-tilt. I gave my mother one last look before stepping inside a large room that smelled of sweat, pussy, sex, and cum.

Within the room, six black cushioned chairs fanned outward in a half-circle in front of a glass wall set within a frame of white fluorescent tubing. Three older men sat in the chairs, the two in chairs five and six had a naked stripper on their lap, each with a shaved pussy and palm-sized tits. The blonde and brunette strippers look about eighteen or nineteen years old, and they had the hard, bendable bodies of life-long ballerinas. The last man sat in chair number one with his pants undone and his cock out, stroking it with a lazy motion, and I looked away the moment I realized what he was doing.