Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“Mmm,” Mom moaned. “God, you open my pussyhole wide… every time.” She lowered her cunny onto my wet shaft, moaning again. “You’re never going to be easy to take.”

“It’s good, though, right?” I placed my hands on her thighs and rode her naked limbs to her waist. She pulled her skirt back then let it go, where it caught on my wrists, leaving her pussy exposed. “It doesn’t hurt?”

Mom shook her head, then she smiled and rolled her eyes up and to the left. “When it does hurt,” she whispered, “it hurts good.”

“Ooh,” I whispered.

Mom lowered her pussy the rest of the way down my cock, opening her mouth and offering my ears several sexy little fuck-sounds that tightened my balls and urged my heartbeat to a faster pace.

“Take your dress off,” I said, turning to look at Dad. He may have been out, but I hadn’t forgotten about him. “And leave it off for the rest of the night.”

“So bad,” Mom said, grabbing her hem and pulling the cotton up her body and over her head, leaving her naked above me as she tossed the dress to the floor. Her thick nipples seemed to harden further, pulling tight and puckering near the base, which only made their caps swell outward. “You’re so bad for making your mother do this.”

“Ride me.” I squeezed her hips. “Make your pussy come on my cock.” I moaned as she rowed her hips forward and rocked them back. “Remember, I want to feel your cum on my balls.”

“Yeah,” Mom said, panting. “You will, baby. You’ll feel my pussy juices all over those big, cum-filled balls of yours. I’m gonna wet that sack, baby. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna wet it good.”

I groaned as Mom continued to rock her pussy over my shaft, my eyes sealed to the connection between our bodies. My dick looked big and mean as it stretched Mom’s pretty pink lips thin, their grip clinging to my rod as she rose on my shaft, then collapsing inward as she slid her twat down my pole. Mom leaned back, placing her hands on my knees, her body leaning backward and her back arching, pushing her little tits into the air. My eyes stayed on her pussy, her pink flesh glistened, and her clit popped outward, swollen like a whore’s. My whore’s clit. Drawn to that shiny pearl, I placed my right hand on her hairy mound and my thumb on her button and swirled it around.

“Ooh, fuck, ooh,” Mom panted fast and hard, her tits rising and falling with greater speed. She pushed her pussy toward me, pulled it away, pushed it toward me, and pulled it away, and then she spun her little love box around my cock hard. Each swirl of her pussy’s softness around my dick sucked the precum from my balls, and I shivered each time as a mini, electrified orgasm raced through me.

“Come, Mom,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Come before I do.”

“If I make you come,” Mom said, panting, “you’ll just have to spank me for being a bad girl, won’t you?”

“Did Grandpa used to spank you?” I asked before I even knew what I was going to say.

“Oh, you nasty motherfucker,” Mom hissed. “Grandpa spanked me a lot, especially when Grandma wasn’t around!”

“With an ass like yours, I don’t fucking blame him!” I lowered my left hand to her ass and squeezed.

“Nasty, little–ooh–bastard,” Mom whined. “Sick, sick boy!”

I swept her clit from side to side, then turned it in a circle, then up and down. I held her left ass cheek in my hand, squeezing her hard as she pumped her pussy over my cock. Her insides sucked at my glans and rippled across my shaft, causing tingles of pleasure to prickle over my body. Every slide of her cunny across the hot thickness of my member made my heart jump, and soon I was panting almost as hard as my mom was.

“Come, Mom,” I whispered, urging her onward as I worked her clit faster, the intensity of my thumb’s caresses growing rabid. “Come on my cock. Come on your son’s cock.” Mom’s pussy tightened hard around my meat. “Oh, fuck, give me that pussy juice. Give me that pussy juice, Mom.” Mom’s body tensed as she released a high-pitched whimper. “Give me that incest cum.” I pressed my middle finger against her asshole. “Now!”

“Oh, fuck, Mark!” Mom cried out. “Mommy’s coming! Fuck, oh, shit, shit! Mommy’s coming on your dick!”

I held my mother by her ass as she trembled atop my cock, the heat between her legs turning to liquid as my rock-hard shaft throbbed within her. She pushed her pussy down my prick, not stopping until her lips kissed my trimmed pubic hairs. Once down, she fell back into a superhero, bullet-dodging pose, pulling my prick downward and forcing a gasp from my lungs.

I didn’t release Mom’s clit as she came, continuously rubbing her pearl between one orgasm and the next, her twat coming so fast that she tried to push my hand away from her pussy as she sobbed in ecstasy. I eventually eased up on her with slower and slower turns of my thumb, forcing shivers through her body that made her little titties shake. Mom was still trembling when I pulled my hand from her dripping wet love nub.

“Mom,” I whispered, my heartbeat thumping hard against my chest. “Is Dad still asleep?”

Mom turned her head toward Dad and tried to rise. I slid my hands around her sides, my fingers touching and then interlocking behind her back as I lifted her upward, bringing her tits to my lips. As I sucked the left one into my mouth, taking half of it between my lips as though I were a giant, Mom whispered, “Yes, baby, your father is still asleep,” in a shaky voice.

“Mom,” I said, “I need to come, but I want to come while you suck Dad’s cock.”

“Mark!” Mom whispered.

“We talked about it,” I said, biting her nipple and tugging it from her tit with care.

“But–”

I pulled my mouth from my mother’s tit and said, “I’m making you, Mom.” My cock swelled within my mother’s creamy tunnel, making her groan. “You have no choice.” I licked her other nipple.

“Okay,” Mom said, her breath rising. “But this is dangerous. He could wake up.”

“Does he normally wake up?”

Mom pouted her lips and gave me a coy smile. She nibbled her lower lip and whispered, “Not really. He mumbles a few words, but he never really opens his eyes.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

I kissed her breasts and licked her areolas, the sounds wet and exaggerated as I nipped at her titty buds. Finally, I said, “We’ll turn off the lights.” I sucked hard on my mother’s right breast, pulling it from her chest. “If Dad wakes up, I’ll leave before he knows what’s going on.”

“Oh, Mark,” Mom sighed as I flicked her nipples with rapid up and down strokes of my tongue. “Okay, baby. I’ll suck your father’s cock for you.”

“While I fuck you.”

“Oh, you bad, bad boy.” Mom shivered. “Say when, baby. Tell Mommy when you want her to suck some cock.”

“Now.”

Mom put her hands on my chest and lifted her ass into the air. My cock slid out of her narrow hole with a wet plop, spilling more of her cum onto my balls. Mom looked between her legs, saying, “Mmm, messy.” She stood, and her inner thighs glistened with her pussy nectar. She walked toward Dad, looking over her shoulder at me as she knelt next to the side of the couch.

I stood and turned off the couch-side lamp. I grabbed my father’s remote from where it lay upon his stomach. I killed the TV, but not the sounds from the stereos. In the complete darkness, I felt my way to the coffee table and set the remote down on its surface, and then I stepped behind Mom, straddling her hips and standing above her. There was something about standing naked over my mother with a rock-hard cock, even in the dark, that sent buzzing waves of power through my body. I grabbed the neck of my shaft and bent my knees, intent on slipping into my mother’s body as quickly as possible.