Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“WHAT’S THIS? Nude day at the Coursey’s,” the two naked women suddenly heard shouted from behind them.

“BOBBY!” Patty squealed as both women’s hands flew to cover their bare thighs.

“What are you doing home?”

“They cancelled the game. The other team couldn’t get here, apparently the storm last night washed out a road,” the excited teen said as he sat at the foot of his mother’s chair. He’d actually been watching them for the last ten minutes from a distance, drinking in their naked beauty.

“Don’t look,” Patty ordered, trying now to cover her breasts with one hand and her pubic pelt with the other.

“Why not? I sorta like the look,” Bobby said leering, “and just think of how much you’re going to save not having to buy clothes.”

“Bobby,” his mom warned, but she couldn’t hide the amusement she felt. Nor not feel the excitement.

“You could be Patty’s big sister mom… or her twin,” he said as his eyes roved over her nudity.

“Yeah sure,” his mom responded, but he sensed the pleasure she got from the compliment, and couldn’t help but notice that his mom hadn’t covered her breasts like Patty had.

“You two are so beautiful… so sexy. Patty and Chrissie, two beautiful twins, naked sirens trying to lure lost sailors to their shores,” he teased.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hah,” Patty interjected, but she did let her hand slip away from her breasts. Both women’s nipples were straining outwards towards him.

“Well, Chrissie does have slightly larger breasts,” her son finally admitted as his eyes flicked from one to the other.

“Bobby!” his mother warned again, then added, “And you shouldn’t call your mother Chrissie.”

“I told you you’re breasts were bigger, better,” Patty complained to her mom.

“No one said mom’s breasts were better than yours my dear sister. In fact I must say your breastworks are simply magnificent. Extraordinary in fact. One in a million,” he enthused.

“You’re crazy,” his suddenly beaming sister said.

“And I gotta say, you two have the biggest, longest, most exciting nipples I’ve ever seen.”

“Whose nipples have you seen anyway young man,” his mom asked, but her preemptory tone couldn’t mask her obvious excitement from her son eyes.

“So, anybody want to go swimming?” Bobby asked as he stood and dropped the shorts he was wearing.

“What are you doing?” his sister asked as the two women stared at the three quarters erect penis just inches away from their eyes..

“I sorta like this idea of a nudist colony,” he laughed, posing for seconds in front of his mom and sister, then turned and ran laughing into the white-capped surf.

“He’s impossible,” Patty said smiling at her mother. “And I still don’t know where it all goes. It’s huge!”

“Bigger than his father,” his beaming mom agreed.

“Does it get you excited too mommy?” her daughter asked innocently when Bobby slowly emerged from the ocean. He was fully erect as he slowly toweled himself off fifteen yards down the beach from where they sat. He could feel their hungry eyes on him.

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“Did you ever smoke mom?” Bobby asked after they’d eaten their bar-b-q’ed fish dinner later that night and were sitting in the small cabin, Bobby and his mom on the couch while Patty lay stretched on her stomach on the bed. Their mom, who believed in introducing her children intelligently to alcohol, had uncorked a bottle of white wine with the meal and the three of them were perhaps just slightly high. The radio was playing oldies softly in the background.

“It’s a disgusting habit. No, of course not. And if either of you,” his mother started to warn.

“I mean a joint… you know… marijuana.”

“Bobby!” his sister said angrily.

“I just wanted to know. Chrissies not that old… everyone tries it at least once.”

“I didn’t,” Patty protested.

“Liar.”

“Well, maybe once or twice,” Patty admitted.

“Have you Bobby,” his mom asked, a clear concern evident in her voice. “You’re so young,” she started to add before Patty interjected.

“He’s not too young for you know what.”

“Patty!”

“Did you mom,” Bobby asked again.

“Just because I did something once upon a time doesn’t mean you should do it,” his mom answered blushing. “Okay, yes, I’ve tried it.”

“Mother!” a scandalized Patty interjected.

“I never really talked to you two about drugs… I probably should have. You guys aren’t doing anything bad are you? Ecstasy or that awful Oxy stuff?”

“God no. That’s for losers. Once in a while at a party we might smoke up… not often… it’s better than getting drunk,” Bobby admitted.

“Patty?” her mom asked.

“Once in a while. It’s around at school. I did it maybe three or four times this year.”

“Me too,” their mother said.

“What! This year? You’re a mother… you’re not supposed to,” Patty protested even as her mom and brother broke out in broad smiles. “You two are impossible.”

“I’ve got one… a joint,” Bobby blurted, “maybe the three of us could…” he said, his voice trailing away in invitation.

“But mom’s here,” Patty protested again, a protest that probably produced her mother’s next words.

“Yes maybe that’s a good idea Bobby. Better than doing it behind my back. You’re adults now.”

“Bobby isn’t,” his shocked sister muttered.

All three of them were nervous when Bobby reappeared with a fat joint in his hand.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Patty said as her brother struck a match and inhaled deeply. “Oh god mommie,” she protested when her mom took the roach from her son and drew a lungful of smoke deep into her lungs.

Still, she took the proffered smoke when her mother passed it, inhaled, coughed, giggled, pulled another lungful, passed it on.

They were all feeling pretty mellow by the time it was down to a half inch long butt.

“That’s a song from my day,” Mom said as another oldie came on the radio. “I used to dance to that one with your father when I was fifteen or sixteen,” she said as she swayed her body to the music.

“I took you for more a rapper, maybe goth… or dance hall,” Patty giggled as she mimicked her mom’s slow moves. “Not this.”

“Yeah, but at the end of the night, when we wanted to close dance,” she said, then stood and took her daughter’s hand in hers, “then we played these slow ones. Do you want to dance handsome?” she asked her son, holding out her other hand to him.

“Really? Oh yes mom… I mean Chrissie,” Bobby said as he jumped to his feet and took his mom’s hand.

At first they danced conservatively, their bodies apart, Bobby’s left hand extended and holding his mothers right.

“You’re a good dancer mom.”

“You sound surprised. I was like the best dancer in my high school young man,” she said as she dropped his hand and put both her arms around his neck.

“You fit me… Cathy’s so short,” Bobby whispered as his mother nestled her head between his shoulder and neck. And when he’d put both arms around her back and gently moved her so they were lightly touching from breast to groin, he added softly in her ear, “you smell so nice mommy, so nice.”

Suddenly he felt her lips on his neck, hungry, wet bites that sent blood coursing madly up his cock, and then he moved his hands to her firm bum, pulling her against his urgent need. They danced two dances plastered together, swaying as one, his prick proudly poking his mom….

“My turn,” Patty demanded as the second song ended. Chrissie conceded her place to her daughter but Bobby could see the reluctance in his mother’s eyes, and for a second had to fight the urge to simply throw her on the bed and have her.

“Can you dance big sister?” he finally asked Patty as she moved into his arms.

“Noooo, of course not, I’m just dumb Patty,” she pouted as she melted against her body.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered back.

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“You’ve always been the one.”

“I have?”

“I’ll be your first,” he promised.

“What?” she whispered liquidly in his ear, of course knowing exactly what he meant.

“Your first man. In you, filling you… this,” he said hoarsely as he grabbed her hand and forced it between them, forced it under the elastic belt of his shorts.