Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep15

| had stopped as soon as | had entered the kitchen, and my eyes slid from Mom to the table, where her striped

pajama pants lay neatly folded atop her pajama shirt, along with a white, half-cup bra made of transparent

threads. My cock thickened. The swelling was so tangible that | felt every blood vessel in my shaft expand until

my thickness throbbed from root to tip.

"Morning," Mom said, not looking up from her coffee and paper.

"Morning," | said, my voice breaking like a kid's going through puberty.

Mom laughed, almost spilling her coffee, but she still didn't look at me. This was supposed to be business as

usual, and | understood that, so | told myself.

While | did understand our arrangement, that didn't mean | was only going to take my glances as they came. |

made myself scereal and stood on the inside half of the island, leaning against the marble top with my

vision in line with Mom's profile. | stared at her naked thigh, her hip, the outer half of her ass cheek, and her bare

midriff. It was too bad she had her chair pulled in close to the table; otherwise, I'd at least get to see her back

and her cheeks down to the chair's seat, but she'd have to stand soon enough.

Mom read her paper, and she letwatch as she sipped her coffee, taking her tand pretending as if |

wasn't there, perving on her in ways a good son never would. | spent tadmiring her breasts. Her shirt was so

thin and tight that | could see how her nipples created a darker shade of color against the fabric. Her areoles

looked small and beaded with goosebumps, but it was her nipples that stole the show.

They had been hard when | had entered the kitchen, but | swear | watched them thicken further, becoming larger

at their peak while tightening near their base. God, if only | could talk my mother into walking around in her bra

and panties, or better still, nothing at all. Shoveling a mouthful of cornflakes into my mouth to hide a moan, |

pressed my cock against the island and enjoyed the pressure running through my shaft.

Mom placed her paper down and pushed her coffee aside. She lifted her arms above her head, her long fingers

interlaced, and she arched her back as she stretched upward. Her little titties reached upward, the morning light

from the pacreating a halo of sunshine around her body, and then she exhaled and pushed her chair away

from the table.

"I need to get to work," Mom said, turning to look atfor the first tthat morning. "You'll be around when |

take my first break?"

I nodded my head. Fuck, | should have gone downstairs sooner. Now | had nothing but my memory to preserve

this moment. You can take pictures and videos for when you're alone. Fuck me, but Mom had spoken those words

last night. Why'd | leave my phone in my room?

Mom stood, pausing as she faced forward, her head tilting to the left as if she were deciding what side of her

body to reveal tofirst. Was she? Maybe, | don't know, but | was eager to see both sides of her, front and

back, at the stime. We needed a mirror for her to face. After another second, Mom turned away, givinga

shot of her perfect, pear-shaped backside.

It's one thing to describe what a floss-like band of nylon running through your mother's crack looks like, and it's

another to see it live and in person when she wants you to see it. It's like she's naked, but not. The string lying

between her cheeks hid the most vulnerable spots on her body, like her butthole, yet it presented my vision with

the illusions of her crinkly spokes, and that's what | saw: The illusion of her nakedness.

Mom continued her turn, walking around her chair and facing me. My eyes dropped to the front of her panties,

where lacy flowers covered the transparent patch of cloth and formed a triangle over her mound. It was a small

triangle, like last night, about an inch of her sunny-hued landing strip visible above the waistline, as the rest of

her mound, hips, and thighs lay smooth and exposed to my eyes. The triangle narrowed, almost forming a point

as it cupped the tender bulge of her pussy, hiding only her clit and inner lips but leaving the curved swell of her

outer labia uncovered.

"Close your mouth, Mark," Mom whispered. "It's not polite to chew with your mouth full."

| shut my mouth, my teeth clicking together hard.

Mom laughed and walked out of the kitchen. It tooka moment to calm myself, but then | chased her down

the hallway, watching as her ass rolled with her strides, her butt cheeks sliding against the G-string running

through her crack. When she turned at the foyer and walked up the stairs, | followed, but | also waited for my

mother to get five steps abovebefore | chased her up the stairs.

| waited for a reason: Her pussy. | loved the way her small panties cradled the softness of her lips. It was like a

hammock trying to contain too much weight. The way her pussy meat bulged and rolled, trapped in that tiny

strip of cloth, had taken hold of my gaze and wouldn't let go. It had turnedinto my mother's obedient boy

until she reached the upstairs landing, turned, and hid her pussy from my eyes.

Snapping out of my trance, | made a quick turn at the top of the stairs and darted to my room. | grabbed my

phone and ran back to Mom--ran, not speed-walked, but ran--catching her office door a moment before it clicked

shut. Mom turned around, puckered her lips, but then she said, "I need to work." She looked at me, first into my

eyes, and then she glanced down at the hard-on poking against my pants. For a moment, her eyes widened, but

then she saw my phone.

"I'll be downstairs in a couple of hours," sounding relieved.

| nodded my head.

She looked relieved.

What had she thought | had chere to do?

"I know," | said, doing my best not to think as | spoke, "but | remembered what you said last night, about the

pictures | could take, and | thought, 'l don't have enough pictures of you," at the moment." | shrugged. "Can a

son have too many pictures of his mother?"

Mom's face remained calm, so | couldn't tell if she regretted her words from last night, but finally, she said,

"Snap away, but be quick about it."

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| held my camera up, my eyes shifting from my mother to my screen to my mother, and then | said, "Can you

pose a little?"

"Pose?"

I nodded.

"How?" Mom asked, her eyes again flicking toward my hard-on.

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