Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

The others in the room couldn't help but let out quiet appreciative chuckles as Miranda turned and stalked away, leaving a red-faced Mark utterly speechless, probably for the first time in his egotistical life.

Miranda walked right up to me and shoved her tongue down my throat for all to see. I could taste myself on her tongue but was thrilled to finally receive the public affection she hadn't given me until this very moment. Mark glared at me and I smugly winked back at him, not a care in the world.

Miranda and I fucked after the show for a lengthy hot marathon session where I deposited two more loads in her, one in her pussy and another in her mouth.

As I was getting ready to head home for the night, I mentioned, "I'm going to stay home and hang out with Mom tomorrow, sexy."

"You're going to 'hang out' are you? Thanks for the visual. You're such an unrepentant mother-fucker," she teased.

I retorted, "Jealous?"

She shrugged, "Maybe." As she kissed me goodbye, giving me another taste of my own medicine, she threw me for a loop as she finished with, "Of course the question is, am I jealous of your Mom for getting to fuck you, or jealous of you for getting to fuck your Mom!"

"Good question," I chuckled appreciatively. "Let me know what you come up with."

The next morning Dad left early for an overnight meeting somewhere and I replaced him in my naked Mother's bed. I had just deposited a load in her cunt to start the morning right when she informed me, "Hey baby, I'm coming to Vegas with you!"

Acting surprised, I asked, "Really? How did that happen?"

"Didn't Miranda tell you?"

"No, but we don't do a lot of talking when we're together," I joked.

"You're such a male slut," Mom joked.

I corrected her, "When a girl fucks more than one guy she is a slut, often considered a cheap one. When a man is scoring with two women he is a stud and someone to be acclaimed. Unfair I know, but those are the rules of society. I don't make them, I just follow them and bask in the adulation of my peers."

Slapping me playfully, she quipped, "Your peers should aim better, they'd make less of a mess," then questioned, "are you calling me a slut, young stud?"

As my forefinger traced her firm breasts, I answered, "Better. You're my slut, Mom."

"Well then," she began straddling my still semi-erect cock, "if I'm going to be labelled a slut, I'd better be a good one."

"Slut away, Mom," I replied, watching her engulf my cock and begin riding me.

Another deposit banked inside my Mom, into her eager pussy this time, I already had visions of going for the triple play in one day: mouth, pussy and ass. Like the triple play in baseball, the last throw is always the hardest to complete.

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As we lay there, it still being morning but both of us already glowing in double play after-sex glory, Mom said, "We're going out for supper tonight as mother and son and then coming back here for a very, very special night." "I can't wait," I replied.

Getting through the school day was a bitch as the thought of a date with Mom and the promised ass fuck was all I could think about. I was a walking erection with a mind of goo all day. At long last I returned home and found a note on the kitchen table.

Son,

Sorry, but I had a last-minute call for a house to show. I'll have to meet you at the restaurant at six. I booked us a table at Rizzo's.

Love

Mom

Wow! Rizzo's was the classiest restaurant in the city and therefore meant suit and tie. I went to my room and Mom had already laid my best suit out on the bed. I had a nice shower and got ready, making sure to look my best for my date with Mom. At the last minute I decided to go commando; you never know when you may have to release the beast in a flash. I finished getting ready and sped to Rizzo's. I arrived ten minutes early and was led to my table.

I waited, a bundle of excitement at what Mom had promised me. Mom, being Mom, arrived fifteen minutes late, which was fifteen minutes early for her, but all was forgiven the moment I saw her. Her hair was down, which I loved, but it was the gold cocktail dress that stopped just below the knee, and the mocha colored stockings, my favorite shade of nylon, that had my cock on full alert and begging to be released. Mom hugged me, closely enough that she could feel my attention so she asked, "Is that for me?"

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"I can't wait," she responded, giving my cock a subtle squeeze before I moved around and pulled out her chair like a gentleman. "Oh, how sweet! But you don't have to impress me baby; you're definitely getting laid tonight."

I replied, "It's the small things Mom, they're always the first to go when a relationship begins to falter, and I won't let that happen."

My Mom, suddenly in reflection mode agreed, "No truer words have ever been spoken."

I returned to my chair just as our waiter arrived. He took our drink orders after taking more than a subtle glance at my Mom's generous cleavage.

Once he was gone I pointed out, "Mom, our server was staring right down your front."

"Was he?" she asked, oblivious to the distraction her beauty still caused among many, many men.

"Indeed he was. Of course who could blame him? You're easily the sexiest person here."

"You and your flattery! I already told you you're getting laid tonight. In fact I'm hoping to go for the Trifecta all in one evening."

"Trifecta?" I questioned.

"Yes, where you shoot a load of your white stuff in each of my three special finish lines," my mother informed me, her stocking-clad foot now snuggling in my crotch.

"Oh fuck Mom, my first load may end up in my pants if you keep teasing me," I admitted, my balls already begging me to shoot some white stuff anyplace at all.