Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

"Dad?" I asked, shaking him. He didn't stir. "Dad? Dad?" He still didn't stir, just like he hadn't stirred when Mom had sucked the cum from his balls while he had slept. Holy shit, how much cum had my mother eaten this week? "Dad?" I leaned over, my heart starting to echo between my ears. "Dad," I whispered, "I wish we could share Mom together." Sweat pushed through the pores along my hairline. "I wish we could double team her." Was I sick? "If you don't wake up right now, I'm going to upstairs and fuck your wife all night long."

Dad didn't stir--thank fucking God!

"Last chance, Dad," I said in a normal tone as my cock thickened and lengthened, ignoring its soreness in favor of the pussy that lay in bed upstairs. "Three... two... one... I'm going upstairs to fuck Mom."

Dad never stirred, even as I dropped heavy footsteps on each stair leading upward. (What was wrong with me?) By the time I reached the second-floor landing, my cock had gained its full size. I went to my room, took off my clothes, gave myself a once over with a towel, and used my body spray to mask the scent of the Jacuzzi. Then I went to Mom's well-lit room. Inside, she lay naked atop the covers of her bed with her hands between her legs. She smiled when she saw me. "What kept my son so long?" Mom spread her pussy lips for me. "Mommy's pussy is hungry."

I smiled, thinking, I guess Mom's pussy has recovered, as I crawled onto my father's bed. How had Dad never taken advantage of this side of Mom? It was working out great for me, and even with Jenna now having permission to fuck me, I had no plans to stop fucking my mother. If Dad wasn't going to do it, then someone had to, right?

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My alarm went off at half-past seven in the morning, but I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. I had fucked Mom for a long time last night, slipping my cock in her softness using long strokes, slow strokes, massaging the soreness from her pussy and my cock with easy-going lovemaking. We kissed with passion, devouring each other and matching our lips to the mellow rhythm of our fucking as my prick stirred her insides and lay within her guts. Halfway through the night, after Mom had come again, she whispered, "If you keep this up, your father's in trouble."

I laughed, kissing her neck and rising to my knees. I lifted her legs, pushed a pillow under her ass, and eased my dick into her snatch down to my balls. Sometimes I pulled completely out, watching as her tiny twat-hole gaped for several seconds before regaining its small size.

"There's no loosening your pussy up, is there, Mom?" I asked, fucking half of my shaft into her creamy channel with liquid-like motions.

Mom shook her head, panting, "We're just lucky, I guess." Sometime after that, I went back to my room after leaving the last of my cum on the inner lips of my mother's pink hole.

So, waking the morning after our fucking wasn't easy, but after Dad had left for work, the velvet wetness of Mom's tongue brushed against my prick. When I tried to rise, she said, "Relax, baby, let Mommy take care of you." So I relaxed, and Mom took care of me, then she went to her office to get some work done.

I spent the morning in bed, wondering how I would tell my mother that Jenna had convinced her father to let us have a sexual relationship. I thought about it, and I thought about it, and I decided that the best way to tell Mom was to let Mr. Mason tell Mom.

I was such a pussy.

"Fuck it," I said, getting up just before Mom was ready to have lunch. "No plan is perfect."

I undressed at lunchtime, walked downstairs, and found Mom in the kitchen, eating her regular meal of fruits and vegetables. She had dressed in white trimmed, blue soccer shorts with loose leg holes and a cropped white T-shirt. She saw me and raised an eyebrow. "I like what I see, but this will take some getting used to." She closed her fingers into fists and shivered. "It's like I'm a teenager again, only this time I know that I'm living in a porno."

"Lucky for me," I said, smiling and grabbing my cock and stroking it. I had my phone in my left hand. "I'm going to take some pictures of you. Then I'm going to video you as you masturbate for me, using your new cock." I looked upward and through the ceiling toward her room. "And then I'm going to fuck you while we watch the video."

Mom smiled around an apple wedge. Her cheeks turned pink, and she said, "May I finish lunch first?"

"Take your time," I said. "I'll be in the living room, jerking off." I half turned away, then looked back at Mom. "Did you remember not to wear panties?"

Mom slid her left hand to her right leg hole and pulled her shorts to the left. Her bare pussy lips and some of her pubic hairs came into view as she held her shorts to the side, waiting for my approval.

"Good girl," I said as goosebumps exploded across my shoulders.

Mom smiled.

I turned and walked away, my heartbeat starting to rise. Holy shit! Where had that come from? Where had any of my behavior come from?