Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

My heart sped up as she started to bend over–at the waist. Her legs stayed straight and parted, forming a triangle between her thighs that pointed straight to her muff. Mom had backed away from the shelves so far that she could now get her head below her waist while keeping her legs straight. What balance! Mom did enjoy her yoga. Her legs tightened, their firmness creating barely-there curves, but what made my heart speed up the most was action at the apex of Mom’s thighs.

Her small, black cotton shorts had pulled tight between her inner thighs, forming a thick but thin thong while the back leg holes had ridden upward, baring about a quarter of her firm butt. I could see this new arrangement of her shorts, but she had to have felt it, and even though I knew what she was doing, chills of adrenaline rolled through my shoulders and down my arms. I shivered, feeling the light prickling of excitement bouncing across my skin like water sizzling over a hot surface.

What was Mom thinking?

Was this turning her on too, or was this something that she was only doing out of necessity? How the fuck could a mother desire her son, no matter what the scumbags on Reddit claimed? (Was I one of those scumbags now?) Did she have any idea what her desperate attempt to keep me out of Jenna’s pussy was doing to my mind? My thoughts? My desires? My cock?Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Fucking hell, but there was no way my mother had thought this through.

No fucking way.

Be aggressive.

The patch of cloth between her legs pulled inward as she widened her stance, baring her inner thighs to her outer labia and whatever kind of panties she was wearing beneath her shorts. A thong? She had to have been wearing a thong. I couldn’t see her labia, but my sight caught the edges of her tender, outer folds.

Just the fucking edges!

Just give me half an inch more, I begged her shorts, but then she straightened her back, stepped to the side, and dusted around the TV. I found solace in her small butt, which wasn’t flat, and not too round. Mom had a good butt. A wholesome butt that made my ball sack tingle. A mom’s butt that made my knob throb–a throb from a mom who could surprise a son and his friends with her sexiness.

How long before Jenna returned home from school?

Too long.

I went back to watching Mom while doing my best to shut down my mind.

Mom finished with the TV, turning sideways to me as she walked to the next set of shelves, and my vision zoomed in on her breasts as they pushed against her gray cotton shirt. The under swells had a softness to them, while the upper portions sloped like a ski jump, ending with her thick nipples that had hardened to points half an inch long.

Jesus, they’re just cutting right through her shirt, I thought.

My balls pulsed and through my cock shot a bead of precum that widened my shaft. My hips rolled on their own and out spat my wad of cream, wetting my boxer briefs enough that I could feel the wet stickiness against my crown.

Mom’s head twitched as though she wanted to turn to look at me, but she never turned her head that far. Instead, she passed the TV and went to work on the shelves, standing straight and bending over, squatting, and pushing her butt outward. Sometimes she stood with her legs closed, and sometimes she opened them. She stretched upward, baring the bottom curves of her butt, and once she reached back with her left hand to scratch the top of her hamstring. Her elegant fingers pulled her shorts upward, exposing a solid quarter of her cheek, tanned to match the rest of her body, without a divot or blemish marring her smooth, angelic skin.

Another wad of cum left my balls, and I closed my thighs, pressing my knees together as a rolling cloud of sensitivity bundled itself around my knobs and tickled the tip of my cock. Fuck me, but I was going to come hard after this.

After dusting, Mom grabbed the vacuum and gave the carpet in the living room a good twice over, maybe thrice, as she ran the machine over the same spot in back-and-forth motions that made her little-ish titties bounce. She didn’t look at me as she cleaned, even as she faced me most of the time. I watched, never once looking at the TV as her beaded nipples drew my gaze with the strength of a tractor beam.

Eventually, Mom’s cleaning had to come to an end, and when it did, she looked up at me, smiling, then said, “One room a day. I hope I wasn’t in your way.”

I shook my head, and my mother never dropped her eyes below my face. Not that I was flaunting my hard-on, but with my knees up and a pillow now in my lap, she had to have known what was going on below my waist.

“Well, I need to get back to work,” Mom said. “But, I’ll see you here later, okay?”

I nodded my head, but I was already thinking of Jenna’s juicy pussy in my hands. Mom went upstairs, and I went to my room, noticing the time. I had about an hour before Jenna would be home, so I spent the next forty-five minutes punishing my cock for its dirty thoughts about my mother. Twice I nutted, and twice it was to the kind of porn that I had never watched before. I had watched my share of daddy-daughter scenes and brother-sister scenes, but I was neither a father nor a brother, so the ickiness of those scenes had never entered my mind during those episodes of sensual fulfillment.

As noon approached, I jumped in the shower, cleaned the sweat from my body, freshened up, and as I exited the bathroom, my eyes widened at the sight of my mother in the hallway. I couldn’t tell if she had been waiting for me or if she had been on the way to my room, but there she was, paused in mid-step. And there I was, with a towel around my waist with the rest of my upper body bare: shoulders, chest, arms, and abs. Mom’s eyes looked down, then sprung back up to meet mine. The green in her irises had an inner glow that I had never noticed before.

“I’m going to go get some sun,” Mom said. “Would you like to join me?”

She smiled.

Yes.

But what I said was, “I’m going to go see Jenna.”

Mom’s smile straightened, and she gave me one of those looks before she said, “I bought a new bikini that I could use an opinion on.” She smiled again. “Give me ten minutes of your time.”

A whisper of breath left my lungs, whistling through my lips as a bead of water dripped from a hair hanging over my forehead and fell downward through my vision. I could almost hear that tear-shaped bead of H2O burst apart as it landed on the carpet below me.

“Okay,” I said.

Mom’s smile widened, and she hopped forward so fast that I couldn’t react before she pushed up to her tiptoes and pecked me on my cheek.

“Thanks,” Mom said. “I’ll see you down there soon. Wear your suit.”

She had bought a new bikini as though she hadn’t owned bikinis that were small enough as it was. Fuck me, but I decided that Jenna could wait a few minutes, but only a few.

***Pushing it Poolside***

We had a big backyard, square, with landscaping and plenty of green, some trees, and a pool house next to a Roman-shaped pool and an elevated spa off to the side. White tile surrounded the pool, the edges, and the granite rock forced a backdrop around half of the pool with an outcropping of rocks where a decorative waterfall added a final touch of paradise.