Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Mom dropped to her knees and stuck the cock against the glass just a little below her mouth. Again, I swore that she looked right at me as if she knew where I was sitting. I had my hand on my pants, over my rock-hard cock, and my solid bar of dick-steel wanted to tear through my jeans for a breath of fresh air. My left hand went straight to my belt, but I curled my fingers into a fist, holding myself still. Mom, though, was anything but still.

Her store-bought cock had realistic balls, and she cupped them the way she cupped mine, her fingers dancing over its sack and making my own nut-bag tingle. As she wrapped her lips over her dildo’s knob, she jerked off the shaft, gathering her spit, then dropping her hand down to her bald pussy lips where her meaty cunny folds were soft and tender, hanging between her thighs in two fat, mouthwatering crescents. She was kneeling with her knees spread, and the dark creased between her pouty lips dripped with her juices and spit, and every time her fingers found her clit, her entire body shuddered with small, pleasure-filled quakes.

“Ride me harder, Candy,” a guy to the left said.

“Sure thing, Gramps,” she said.

I turned my eyes to the left, expecting to see fucking, but the girls were only rubbing their naked asses against both men’s laps, trapping their cocks between their cheeks and the john’s stomachs. Everyone was watching my mother, and the strippers didn’t seem to notice how these old fucks cupped their little titties and pulled on their nipples. The only sign that the girls felt anything was the slight tightening of their faces and their soft gasps as the old guys tweaked their nipples hard.

Mom drew my attention again; her sloppy moans and wet fuck sounds were coming through the room’s speakers with new, cock-buzzing nastiness. She had squeezed her tits together, and now she was holding the silicone dick between them, fucking the cock as she dribbled saliva onto her chest. Her skin glistened with oil and spit as the light reflected off the semi-white liquid making a mess on her body. After several minutes of itty-bitty-titty fucking, Mom stood and readjusted the cock against the glass, then she turned around and bent over at the waist, backing her pussy up toward the cock and its long banana curve.

I groaned and stood, walking toward the glass wall. I stopped close enough to look down at my mother’s ass, now in a heart shape, as she bent over at the waist. Her cheeks curved outward and around, then down into her thighs, her crack was visible, and so was everything between, including her little, tan-colored pucker. My eyes dropped lower, where her pussy-swells puffed out against her thighs. Her outer folds were in a narrow oval shape, protecting the straight line of her inner crease. My left hand opened, my fingers grabbing onto my belt, the buckle snapping open as I tore at my clothes.

“Hey, wait, hey!” one of the strippers said, and then she was a step to my left, her john pushing her against the glass wall as he rubbed his cock across her buns. “Wait, damn it! Wait.”

Mom’s pussy touched the tip of the missile-shaped knob, so much like mine, but smaller in every way, except for its curve. The dildo pushed Mom’s soft lips inward, her pussy collapsing and then widening to the sides, her slit turning into a pink circle as she eased her twat-hole over the oil-slick dildo stuck to the wall.

“Oh, yeah,” Mom moaned as the dick stretched her slot open.

“No,” the stripper next to me whined, followed by a low and angry, “uh,” as a cock broke its way into her prepaid muff. “You have to–uh–pay me–uh–first!”

“Yeah,” Gramps said, sighing and slapping the stripper’s small ass, his enthusiasm met with curses and whimpers.

My right hand joined my left, reaching into my pants and fishing out my iron-hard pole as my left hand pushed the waistline of my boxer briefs down below my nuts. I placed my left hand on the glass, spread my legs, and stroked my cock as my mother fed her muff to her brand new dildo.

“Uh, fuck, uh,” Mom moaned as she took the cock halfway up her snatch, keeping her legs tightly together, her juice-box swelling and making her blonde clam as snug as possible. “Mmm, yeah, mmm, Mark, baby, fuck.”

“My name’s Jim,” the cock-stroker to the right of me said, standing a few feet from me. “C’mon, say my name. It’s Jim. Say Jim for me.”

My heart surged with new energy. Did I want to punch this guy? Did I want to fuck Mom in front of him? Was this a strange dream that I’d later jerk off to, then wish I’d never had, then jerk off to it again?

“Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, oh!” the stripper next to me whimpered as her hands slid up and down the wall as the old guy fucked her young pussy hard.

Somewhere behind us, the other stripper groaned as one of her holes found itself stuffed with thick man-meat.

I stroked my dick faster, forgetting about the voyeurs and exhibitionists next to me. I stared down at my mother’s ass, her tight pucker, and her vertical smile as it gobbled down a healthy dose of fuck-stick. My balls swelled as I stroked my cock, flinging precum onto the glass, encouraged by Mom’s pleasure-filled cries as she fucked her pussy all the way back to the glass wall. The backs of her thighs and her ass cheeks flattened, spreading out, and when she pulled her pussy off the dildo, I saw that her sweet nectar had stained the glass.

This continued for several minutes until Mom reached back with her left hand and grabbed her ass cheek, spreading it to the side. Her asshole and pussy lips stretched, and her right hand dipped between her legs from the front. Her fingers found her clit and rubbed the little nub in wide circles. Mom’s whimpers picked up, and her pussy turned creamy around the cock buried within her slippery muff.

My balls tingled.

The guy still sitting in the chair moaned, shouting, “Fuck, I’m coming!” as the guy next to me shot his load against the glass wall. I kept stroking my dick, watching Mom, and holding back my rising cum. The guy force-fucking the other stripper jizzed, grabbing her hips and pulling her back hard as he drove his dick into her muff with a skin-slapping thrust. He let her go, and she sank to her knees, breathing hard as the old man’s sperm leaked out of her.

Mom’s whimpers reached a new pitch, and she came hard, pressing her pussy down the cock and grinding her butt against the glass. A tremor shook my entire body. My thighs swelled, flexing and tensing, and I rose onto my toes, aiming my cock at Mom’s back as I splattered the wall with my jizz. Mom continued whimpering, her knees bending and straightening, her hands on her thighs, her pussy twisting the cock as she ground her insides against the silicone.

She eventually slid off the dildo, its long body covered in my mother’s cum as it wobbled side to side after her dismount. Mom fell onto her hands and knees, her pussy staring at me, its pinkness revealed and glistening with her juices. She breathed hard for a while before looking over her shoulder at me and said, “We got to go, Son, lunch is waiting.”

(I still don’t know how my mother’s eyes kept finding me through the one-way glass.)

“Oh, fuck,” the man to the right said. “She really is your slut.”

I stepped back, wearing a smile that was all ego as I put my dick away. Gramps grabbed his stripper’s blonde hair and pushed her face toward my cum. She frowned, scrunching her face as he rubbed her cheek into my seed, followed by her mouth and lips as he said, “Lick it up, Angie. I’m paying you for this.”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.