Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Obeying my Mother like a good son always should, I grabbed her hips and easily penetrated her very wet pussy.

I limited myself to slow strokes although they were deep, still pretty scared of getting caught by Dad while I was fucking Mom. Mom's moans were quiet and controlled, unlike the loud, animated slut she was when we were alone. We continued to fuck for three minutes or so, but then the phone rang. My Dad never answered the phone and it was here in the kitchen, anyway.

Mom cursed under her breath, "For fuck sakes," and went to the phone, reluctantly allowing me to slip out of her. Picking up the receiver, she rolled her eyes. "Hi Mom."

Knowing this would be a long conversation, I put my cock back in my pants and winked at Mom, whose red cheeks would have been incriminating CSI evidence of our crime. She said, "Mom, give me a second. Curtis is just leaving." Mom set the phone down and came over to me. She whispered in my ear, her hand firmly on my stiff cock, "Don't forgot about Mommy while you're out gallivanting with Miranda."

"Of course, not Mom. You'll always be my first choice."

She kissed my lips, shoving her tongue in my mouth, before saying, "And don't you ever forget it."

I quipped, "How could I Mom, you're my MILF slut. You're family."

She smiled and mocked being my authority figure, "Don't you dare call your Mother a slut, young man... unless you're inside me. Fuck, I wish your Dad was gone. I guess I'll have to fuck him tonight." "Oh, the sacrifices," I mocked.

"Don't get me started," she sighed, before asking, "Have you fucked Miranda in the ass yet?"

"No," I admitted, even though the thought had crossed my mind when she was bent over and I was fucking her in her favorite position, the submissive doggy style.

"Have you fucked anybody in the ass, son? Ever?" she asked, still rubbing my cock through my jeans.

"Noooooooo," I moaned.

"Well, tomorrow your Dad is heading out of town again and mine is going to be the first rosebud you ever pluck. Is that understood?"

"Yes indeed, Mom," I agreed, very enthusiastically.

"Good, so tomorrow is mine, all day, understood?" she commanded with one final squeeze.

"Yes, Mommy," I replied.

I watched her saunter away, flaunting her sexy wiggle. She went to the phone and resumed talking to her Mother seconds after promising her son her ass. My life was fucking amazing!

.....

I headed out to see Miranda again.

When I arrived at the studio Mark confronted me in the parking lot. He'd clearly been waiting to intercept me. "I thought I warned you to stay away from Miranda."

I replied, "Aren't you getting married to someone else? I'd think such a commitment would veto any such territorialism."

"Don't get smart with me," Mark threatened.

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"Or what?" I asked.

"Don't mess with me."

I sidestepped him and resumed walking, tossing back over my shoulder, "I'm not here to mess with you. I'm here to mess with Miranda, over and over again."

"You fucking punk," he retorted impotently, as I walked into the studio.

Mark did seem to carry some weight around here and I wondered if he could do anything to restrict my access to the station. But I shrugged off any concerns for now and went to shoot my usual pre-show load between Miranda's perfect cock sucking lips. As soon as I entered her dressing room she smiled and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

I eventually told her about my encounter outside and Miranda cursed, "Fuck! He just won't grow up! Fucking men, they don't know what they've got till they lose it."

I asked, a bit worried about the answer, "You don't want to get back with him, do you?"

"I'd rather become celibate, and you know how much I love sex," she replied, before her angry expression morphed into mischievous. "But two can play at that game."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked. Her face looked scary and I was glad she knew I was on her side!

"You shall see. But you'll have to wait for your blow job until right before air time."

I shrugged, "Whatever suits you're fancy."

We talked about the Vegas trip for a while and she confirmed Ellie was coming along and Miranda planned to talk to my Mom tomorrow. Miranda smiled, "Your devious plan to get your Mom to submit herself to a Mistress while you and I spectate is almost in place."

"Don't forget, the plan also includes my fucking Ellie," I added.

"That will be yours to orchestrate, although if you need my help, just tell me what to do. But don't you go getting me jealous. I already have to share you with your Mom," Miranda teased, falling to her knees.

She took my cock in her mouth and after a couple of deep bobs asked, "Was your car recently parked in your Mom's garage?"

I laughed at the horrendous visual. "Yes, we fucked for a few minutes in the kitchen while Dad was in the living room. But the phone rang."

"Oh, you poor boy. You didn't get to come in your Mom," she mocked, before asking, "Will I do?"

I grabbed her head and led her mouth back to my raging hard-on. "Yes, baby, you'll more than do."

Ten minutes later, which is as long as I could usually last in the sauna of lust that was Miranda's mouth, I began shooting my cum.

Unlike her usual swallow-every-drop routine, she opened wide and caught my ropes of cum like they were basketballs arcing into her basket. Once I was done, she closed up, stood up and silently left the room.

Curious as hell, I pulled my pants up and followed my devious girlfriend into the studio. She went directly to Mark, who was seated at the anchor's desk and leaned forward, her mouth open to show her mouthful of cum to her ex. He went beet red as Miranda ostentatiously swallowed it all. I was just close enough to hear her say, "Remember when that was your pre-show routine?"

"What the fuck, Miranda?" Mark questioned.

Miranda, now openly mad, threatened for all to hear, "Leave my boyfriend the fuck alone!"

"Boy' is right," he quipped back confidently.

Miranda laughed, a knife dripping with scorn, "Don't you dare judge him, Mr. Can't-get-it up-for-round-two-without-a-nap."