Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

It's better to let me do the thinking, my cock said to me. I pictured myself in therapy ten years from now, with Frasier Crane sitting in the chair opposite me. (I may have binged watched too many old TV shows.) Old? My mother was in her teens when that show was on the air. Thoughts of TV shows and therapy left me as I sat my naked ass down on the couch and stroked my dick, thinking about Mom and what Mom was going to say when she realized that I no longer needed to make her do anything.

I used my spit to grease my cock, and as I stroked the full length of my member, pulling the neck skin over the head, I promised myself that I'd go and buy some lube. Something warm and soothing that gave a person the tingles. Something I could use on Mom's asshole. Would Mom give it up, even if I made her? That was something Jenna wasn't going to give me until she turned nineteen, so maybe I could make my mother give me hers.

Mom's footsteps sounded to my right. They were little pitter-patters on the wooden floor of the hallway and foyer before she stepped onto the living room's soft carpet. I turned my body to the left and looked at Mom as she stood behind the couch, still clothed as she said, "I need to get my new toy."

"I'll wait," I said. "And Mom"--I licked my lips--"change into some lingerie for me."

Mom's cheeks reddened as her lips widened into a big, teeth-baring grin. "You know, I've bought some for you." She nodded her head, speaking in a rush. "I'll go get it." She ran off, jogging upstairs as fast as she had spoken.

Mom had bought some lingerie--for me. Online or had she gone out for it? I didn't know, but it wasn't like I was spending all day with her, just most of it. Given Mom's horny side, I bet she had lingerie for Dad, too, only more elegant than whatever she planned to wear for me.

Stroke me harder, damn it! my cock wailed as an ache ran through my shaft at the sudden, steel-like hardness in my pole that threatened to snap my rod in two. I gave in to what the big guy wanted. Mom would be downstairs soon, and I planned to masturbate while she fucked her dildo for me. Right after she came, I was going to drop a load of jizz on her beautiful face. The thought made me groan as a bead of glistening precum flowed from my tip. Mom came downstairs ten minutes after I had told her to change. She tossed her dildo next to me on the couch as she stepped into the living, dressed in midnight black lingerie that pressed into her skin, making her appear more muscular than she was. She wore a shelf bra that supported her hard-nippled titties from underneath but left the rest of her breasts bare. Stockings covered her legs to the middle of her thighs, held up by a lacy garter belt around her waist as silver clips kept the four suspenders connected to her stockings' thick welts. As sexy as her lingerie was, the real magic lay between my mother's thighs.

She had put on sheer black panties split down the center by twin strings of pearls that outlined her pretty little pussy lips. They glistened--the pearls and her pinkness, both shiny and bright and as smooth as soft-serve ice cream. Mom spun for me. I sighed as her mostly naked ass came into view. The back of her panties was nothing more than four straps angled across her cheeks that connected to the gusset that cupped the upper half of her pussy, but left her hole open for fucking. Nothing covered her crack. Mom spread her cheeks for me, showing off the smooth tightness of her untouched, virgin pucker.

She won't be a virgin back there forever, I thought, my mouth watering and my tongue itching for a lick of her backdoor.

"Sexy enough?" Mom asked as she completed her turn. "Or should I buy something sluttier for you?"

"It's sexy enough, Mom," I said, stroking my dick for her, "but slutty is always better."

Mom laughed, then she tugged at her lower lip with her teeth before saying in a resigned if I have to tone, "What are you going to make me do for you now?" Mom pressed her lips together in thought before speaking again. "Remember, I still have to go back to my office and work."

"Damn," I said. "I keep forgetting that you're a real grown-up."

"Would you rather I was a teenager?"

I shook my head, saying, "No," I said, "I'm happy you're my mother."

"What do you want me to do?" Mom asked, smiling.

"We're going to take some pictures." I wiped my cock-stroking hand on my thigh and grabbed my phone. "Then, you're going to play with your little pussy for me and make it come."

"You nasty, naughty bastard," Mom whispered. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"I wish I knew that when I was younger. It would have been easier for me to talk my way out of trouble."

Mom laughed, then she tilted her head and uttered in a suggestive whisper, "Maybe."

"Get on the coffee table and spread your pink for me."

Mom stepped onto the table, her stocking feet sticking to the glass and her long legs dominating my vision. She looked down as she ran her fingers along the pearl slit guarding her wet crease, then she pulled the pearl curtains aside to show off the golden cunny between her thighs.

I snapped a picture, zoomed in, and snapped another, then stepped close for an upward shot. Mom dipped her fingertips into her folds and pulled them open, and I snapped a picture of her glistening pink butterfly. After several more pictures, Mom pushed her fingers deeper into her hole, two from each side, and she pulled outward, groaning as she stretched her pussyhole for me.

"So fucking sexy, Mom," I whispered, getting a close-up of her glistening pink well. "Does that little kitty love her son's incest-dick?"

"God, Mark," Mom said, her voice rushed and trembling. "That makes my pussy so fucking wet. See?"

"Yeah," I said, taking another picture of her cooze. I moved in close, my nose almost touching the sides of her dewy walls as I took a deep breath. Heat cascaded down my body as Mom's flowery scent filled my nostrils, her intoxicants settling in my lungs and driving my precum from my balls. "I can see how wet you are for me. I can smell how much your pussy wants my cock."

Mom shivered.

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Mom continued posing for me, turning sideways and sticking out her butt, then straightening her legs and bending over, the curve of her ass tightening as she pretended to pick something up from the coffee table. She turned around and spread her legs, looking over her shoulder at me. She lowered herself to all fours and spread her legs in a frog-like squat. I snapped pictures of her exposed holes. Her slitted panties, which only covered the front half of her pussy, gave me free access to her twat, and I lowered my hand, pressing the tip of my middle finger against the lips protecting her creamy opening.

"Mmm," Mom sighed as I eased my finger into her slippery opening.

I played around in the soupy mess of cream between my mother's thighs, twisting my finger and corkscrewing my digit into my mother's cunny. I fed her beaver one knuckle then two, fucking her with shallow thrusts before slipping my entire digit into her wet hole.

"Uh," Mom moaned.

"You know, Mom," I whispered, lowering my face toward her ass, my breath falling across her skin. "Your pussyhole is so tight; it makes me wonder how tight your asshole is." Mom shivered.

I lowered my mouth to my mother's crack and pushed my tongue forward, pressing the tip against her pucker before sliding it downward and pressing the flat of my tongue between her cheeks. Mom gasped and wiggled her ass, pushing her smooth backdoor against my taste buds.

"That's something--ooh, baby--your father would never do to me." Mom groaned as I wiggled the tip against the center of her asshole. "You're a nasty boy, Mark. You must--ah, fuck, you're getting in there--take after me."

I was getting in there, pushing the tip of my tongue hard against the tightness of her pucker and managing to wiggle a piece of my wet flesh into her tiny hole. I didn't enter her butt, but I did lodge the tip of my tongue, the very tip, within the grip of her rubbery anal ring, and the pressure around my flesh made my cock bob up and down, flinging precum onto my mother's little feet.