Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

With lightning speed, my Mom turned around and devoured my cock with her perfect cock sucking lips. She furiously bobbed back and forth like the eager slut she was and I rewarded her with a very full load of cum! Dear God, that was good! Much more slowly now but swallowing every drop, she continued bobbing up and down on my cock until I asked her to stop, the sensations now making me have to pee.

When I returned from the washroom my sexy Mother was lying in my bed waiting for me. She said, strangely like an insecure teenager, "Don't you forget about your Mother's needs, now that you're spending so much time with your boyhood fantasy girl."

I corrected her. "Oh Mom, you were my first and you still are my most constant boyhood fantasy girl."

She slapped my shoulder playfully. "I bet you say that to all the older women you fuck."

I kissed her tenderly, with the passion of a man in love, gentle, intimate and yet still with the lust that had long accompanied my feelings for her. Breaking the kiss I said, "Mom, I love you."

"I love you too, son," she answered.

I stood up, suddenly hungry for breakfast and said, "Did you know the wedding is in Vegas?"

"I do now," she quipped.

"I'm not even old enough to get into the bars and casinos," I pointed out.

My Mother, always the witty one, quipped back, "But you are old enough to get into Miranda."

"Touché," I replied, still basking in my good fortune.

Mom got up and said, "Go shower; I'll make my well-hung boy some breakfast."

"You really are the best mother in the world," I complimented.

Walking over to me and grabbing my semi-erect cock, she leaned over and warned it, "And don't you forget it." She gave me one last tug for emphasis and disappeared.

...

I put on hold my attempt to find out more about Ellie's past relationship with my mother since I was focused on Miranda and the upcoming wedding, which had become a full-time job. Miranda paraded me around at work, flaunting me in front of her ex every chance she got and playing with my trombone over and over again.

...

A few days later I had just finished fucking Miranda in her dressing room, which had become a daily routine, when she said, "I'm going to buy our airline tickets tomorrow. You're still good with coming?"

I replied with sexual innuendo, "I love coming with you."

"Oh you dirty boy," she teased.

Throwing an idea out there, I asked, "What would you think of having Mom and Ellie join us?"

She asked, pouting like a schoolgirl, "What, I'm not enough for you?"

"On the contrary! But we both care about my Mom and she clearly misses being with Ellie and needs to be pushed past the point of no return and well... what happens in Vegas... I just have a feeling we can do her some good." Her devious smile crossing her radiant just-fucked face, she asked, "You want to play lesbian matchmaker with your married Mom?"

"Well, that's an interesting way to put it," I reflected with a grin. "Nothing ventured..."

"You know that Ellie used to Domme your Mom, right?"

"Mom said if she ever gave in to Ellie again it would be impossible ever to break free again, and that's pretty much all she said."

"Tell you what, I love the idea. But how are we going to get Ellie to go along?"

"I already thought of that. You invite her as your 'plus one' and later on she'll be pleasantly surprised to see Mom and me on the plane too." "Hmmm... and I assume you have a plan for while we're up in the air?" she guessed, her hand slowly stroking my already growing cock.

"Only one: fucking. But in my head if we have a cast of four, I have a million different variants," I admitted.

"Do you want to fuck Ellie?" Miranda asked.

"Well..." I began, knowing answering such a question was dangerous.

"It's ok, baby," Miranda said, "I'd love to see you fuck her. I'd also love to play with her as well."

"That will be a pleasant surprise for Mom once she gets past her fears," I said, as I tapped my cock on Miranda's sweet lips.

"I'll make the arrangements tomorrow," she promised before taking my cock back in her mouth.

The next day, a few days since I'd first fucked my mother, she came up to me in the kitchen as I was getting ready to go meet up with Miranda. Her hand went onto my cock while Dad was in the other room watching the 5:00 news, and she pouted, "Have you forgotten about Mommy?"

My stiff cock gave its own answer as I moaned softly, "God no, Mom. As you can tell, I'm always ready to assist you in any way possible."

She unzipped and opened the front of my pants and fished out my cock. She stroked it quickly. "Fuck, do I want this in me." Surprising me, she lifted up her sundress to show me her hot and ready playground, then bent over the counter and whispered, "Fuck me, Curtis."

"But Dad is right in the next room," I protested.

"Do as your mother asks," she ordered quietly.

Since Dad had gotten home from his trip Mom had given me a quick BJ in the bathroom while Dad was downstairs, she'd daringly rubbed my cock with her foot during supper a couple of times as well, but we hadn't ever fucked while Dad was in the house.

"You sure?" I asked, still nervous about getting caught, even as her tight, shapely bent-over ass had me raring to go.

"Yes, fuck your Mommy, Curtis, fuck me now!" she begged, albeit in a whisper.