Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

For the next ten minutes, I worked my mother’s pussy by rubbing upward as I pushed into her, grazing her G-spot. My thumb traced her pussy lips, gathering her natural lube before placing the tip against her smooth asshole. Mom tensed as I teased her backdoor with gentle pulses that poked her rosebud inward. A couple of these strokes was all it took before Mom closed her eyes and brought her left hand to her mouth, opening her jaw and biting onto her forefinger to keep from making the kinds of noises the TV couldn’t hide.

“Do you think he’s asleep?” I whispered in my mother’s ear.

Mom nodded her head.

“Should we check before I fuck you?” I asked, my words a caress punctuated by the feather-like sweep of my tongue against her lobe.

Mom shook her head.

“What if Dad’s awake?”

Mom shook her head.

“I’m going to fuck you.” I licked her earlobe again. “I’m going to fuck you right now, whether Dad’s awake or not.”

Mom nodded her head.

Three drinks, and he took his pill, I thought, looking at Dad’s couch over the armrest, he’s asleep. He had to be, or I was a dead man, and yet, my cock still tried to get harder because I was doing this to my mother while near my father.

I pushed the blanket to the floor.

Mom froze.

Dad didn’t move.

I moved up, sliding my back up the backrest, and I pulled Mom onto her front, leaving her lying prone beneath my body as I threw my left leg over her and balanced myself on my knees. Dad was asleep. Mom’s dress lay on her upper back, exposing her pear-shaped ass, though the light from the TV hadn’t chased away the shadows clinging to her form. Mom brought her arms forward, bracing her hands against the armrest, and there she waited, her breathing growing heavy as I laid my thick cock in the crack of her hot ass.

“What if he’s not asleep,” I said, speaking loud enough for my father to hear us.

Mom didn’t hesitate to answer, “You own this pussy, fuck it anyway,” loud enough for Dad to hear had he been awake.

My heart froze, yet precum fell from the tip of my prick and onto my mother’s lower back. Dad said nothing. He was asleep. I slid my body backward, my cock riding my mother’s soft crack and my knob slipping between her legs into the steamy, heart-shaped gap where her pussy lay hiding. When I touched the heat of her cunny meat, we both sighed, our sounds filling the room.

I didn’t have to grab my cock to get inside of Mom, and neither did Mom, but she did reach back and grab the bottoms of her ass cheeks, spreading them open for me. My cock was already there. A stream of precum spurted onto the line of my mother’s slit as she invited me into her muff. I pushed, and Mom’s pussy meat sank inward and spread outward, and her clam swallowed my glans past my corona.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Uh,” Mom groaned. She let go of her ass and braced her hands against the armrest again. “Come on, baby, give Momma that big dick.”

I eased my member into my mother’s pussy, giving her an inch, wetting my shaft, pulling out and pushing back in, her juices slowly coating my dick’s length as her pussy expanded to take me a little at a time. I wasn’t lubed yet, but she was wet, and with some pushing and poking and a little force, I opened my mother’s hole a little at a time as the semi-wet friction made us gasp, moan, and groan together.

Fighting that dry-to-wet friction almost made me come, the pressure on my dick sending chills through my head and shaft. My knob sang with pleasure, and the very tipped itched as though I were about to unload ropes of jizz at any second. I don’t know how I didn’t come, but I didn’t.

“I wish we were watching porn,” Mom moaned as my hips pressed into her ass. “With your father right there.”

I moaned, then pulled out and pumped in, using a smooth glide through her tight hole and circling my hips with a dancer’s grace. Mom turned her head and bit her arm. I pumped her faster, then harder, then eased up on her pussy to fuck her with shallow thrusts. Mom couldn’t spread her legs, and even if she could, I wasn’t going to let her. I pushed in, my spongy tip bumping into something soft and mushy in her depths that made Mom grunt hard.

Holding my cock inside of her felt like heaven, but when I ground my hips against her ass, swinging my cock in circles between her pussy folds, Mom uttered a surprised, “Oh,” followed by several whimpers that rose in pitch. I kept my left hand braced against the armrest while lowering my right hand under Mom’s body, cupping her right tit as I fed her eager beaver longer strokes of my throbbing rod. The cushions beneath us caved inward. Mom’s body bounced up and down as my hips slapped her ass, and my balls banged against her thighs. After a minute of this, I sped up, giving my mother’s pussy a good thumping that forced her to press her palms hard against the armrest, making it creak.

“Uh–uh–uh,” Mom grunted, arching her back and trying to raise her ass. “Uh, fuck–UH!–fuck!”

“Not even a thunderbolt from Zeus,” I panted.

Mom laughed, then gasped, “Oh, fuck, you get deep from that–oh, god–angle, baby.” I dug my cock into her twat as far as I could and flexed my ass, driving my tip deeper into her juicy tunnel. “Oh, shit, too deep”–Mom yelped–“too deep, Mark!”

I pulled out halfway.

Mom uttered a grateful sigh, whispering, “You’re going to ruin this pussy.”

“Do you want to get on top?” I asked, panting.

“Are you making me?” Mom was breathing harder than I was.

“Yeah,” I said, slipping my prick from the softness between her legs.

I moved to the side as Mom rose to her knees. I slid between her legs, resting my back against the armrest and reaching behind my head, finding the lamp on the end table, and pulled the chain switch, turning on the lamp. Light washed over me, a soft glow that managed to illuminate my mother’s body. Her dress lay bunched between her legs, leaving her tan thighs uncovered as she straddled me.

“Ride my dick hard, Mom,” I said. “I want you to come first. I want to feel your cum all over my balls.”

Mom bit her lower lip and nodded her head, her smoky eyes looking into mine and her regal, elfish features appearing ready for a fight. And maybe she was. I didn’t know. I had a big cock, and for a woman with a pussy as small as hers, perhaps it was like jumping into an unwinnable wrestling match every time we fucked.

Mom pinched her dress near her thighs and pulled it upward, exposing her blonde-furred pussy to my eyes. She raised her butt from my thighs, hovered her pussy above my straight-as-an-arrow cock, and sat down, grimacing and moaning as my thickness parted the silky line of flesh between her legs.