Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

We had a lot of space between the couches and the coffee table. I could have scooted behind her, the fit would have been tight, but my rod wanted to get deep into my mother’s hot cunny box. Really deep. Fucking Mom from an upward angle with my legs outsides of hers was going to let me do just that. I hoped Mom could take it because I wasn’t going to go easy on her pussy while I worked my way toward dumping my load onto my mother’s ass.

“Suck Dad’s dick,” I whispered, my voice mingling with the TV’s sounds coming from the surrounding stereos.

I waited, listening in the dark as my heartbeat pounded in my chest, its thumping echoing my skull. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could hear my mother move Dad’s blanket, her fingers shuffling with his belt as it came undone. The snapping of a button followed the rustle of clothing, then the low metallic grinding of a zipper coming undone made my cock bob. I bent my knees lower, my thigh muscles tensed, and the tip of my knob touched the very top of my mother’s butt crack. She jumped forward, then held still, and that’s when I heard the first wet, slurpy, sucking sounds of the night.

“Mmm, mwah, mmm,” Mom hummed around my father’s dick. “Mwah, mwah, mwah.”

I had my cock in my right hand, just beneath the corona, and I brushed my mother’s crack with up and down strokes. My precum mixed with her cummy pussy juices, creating a warm, wet palette for me to drag my cock through. Mom continued sucking, the sounds growing wetter and fuller as my father’s cock thickened in her mouth.

If I could please my mother on my own, and my father could please my mother on his own, then how much pleasure could we have given her together? The thought of my mom lying in bed, curled in a ball and begging us to leave her alone as she uttered euphoric sobs sent a body-shaking tingle through my balls. A chill swam through me, causing my spine and shoulders to dance as goosebumps rose across my skin. I pushed my cock through my mother’s crack once more, finding her asshole and its suction cup-like grip.

I pushed there.

“Uh-uh,” Mom gasped around Dad’s cock, jumping as I prodded her little, wet asshole.

Not tonight, but soon, I thought as I moved down her perineum and touched the smooth oval at the bottom of her pussy. I pushed inward, finding her pink hole slick and gummy and as soft as warm cookie dough. With a loud sigh, I sank into my mother’s body, spreading her pussy channel and fucking my incest-cock deep into the tight hole between her legs.

“Ungh,” Mom groaned as I pushed my cock deep into her snatch. I didn’t stop until my balls rested against her throbbing clit. I hit something soft in the back of her cunny, and she grunted hard around my father’s prick. I grabbed onto her sides, my hands big on her body, my fingertips almost touching. God, she felt small as I held her pussy in place right before I started ramming her pussy hard.

No finesse.

No gentleness.

“Umm-umm-umm-umm,” my mother grunted around Dad’s prick, her spit sputtering from between her lips. She sounded surprised, yet her slurping sounds around Dad’s cock grew intense as I continued to hammer her upturned twat hard. When I bottomed out inside of her and turned my hips in a circle with my knob grinding against her guts, Mom whimpered around Dad’s dick, yet she never pulled her mouth from his salami.

I wanted to spank her.

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I fucked her faster, not harder, giving her half of my cock at a time as I glided through the tightness of her hole. Her insides clung to me, wet and sticky and oh so fucking hot. My glans tingled, and pleasure raced across my corona, flowing down my shaft and into my balls. My thighs tingled. The closer I came to coming, the tighter my mother’s pussy gripped me.

As my balls tightened and my nuts swelled with cum, Mom’s pussy gushed with new honey. Dad uttered a tight, muffled, sleep-caged groan. My balls, thighs, cock, and body exploded with pleasure, a self-contained mushroom cloud that left me trembling and gasping. Dad continued to moan, his pleasure sharp and quick, and Mom’s hungry, cock-stuff mouth released a series of blissful cries as her pussy turned to gold around my throbbing shaft. I hammered her hard, the wet sounds were obscene in the darkness, and she came again as I poured thick streams of cum into her trembling snatch.

I held myself tight to my mother, my heart pounding and my mind waiting for any sign of Dad waking up, but he never did, not fully.

“Uh-umm,” was all he said, almost making me pull out of my mother’s snatch and run away as he struggled to rise.

Damn it! I had forgotten to pull out and come on my mother’s ass.

“Okay, Mark,” Mom whispered in the dark after Dad had calmed. “Mommy needs to sleep. You’ve broken me, baby. You’ve broken your mother’s pussy.”

I laughed, the sound a whisper. “Okay. Let me go first; then, you can turn on the lights and clean up down here.”

“Okay,” Mom said, her voice heavy and tired. “Hurry up. I’m beat.”

I headed upstairs with my clothes, making sure I had my phone. Once in my room, I checked my new texts, and I had several from Jenna, and each one shared the same message: Text me back as soon as you get this. I checked the time; it was only 9 p. m.

What’s up? I texted her.

Half a minute later, she answered with, This is too good for the phone. Meet me in my backyard at midnight. Text me before you come over. Love you. Bye.

Love you, I sent back as I headed to my bathroom to take a shower.