Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fucks Her Ass: #5

Her foot remained near my imminent white stuff although not moving, as the waiter brought our starter salads.

My hand rubbed gently along the top of my Mom's foot, the tactile sensations of the silk nylon the greatest

feeling in the world. As we ate our salads Mom asked, "Ever had a foot job, baby?"

"No," | answered after a brief memory search revealed | never had. Pam, my ex, had once rubbed her stocking

feet all over my body in a sensual foot massage of sorts, but her feet had only rubbed my cock briefly before

moving on. "Well, then obviously you've never had a stocking-clad foot job," my Mom deduced.

"Obviously," | agreed, "are you offering?"

As her foot tapped on my cock, she shrugged with a devilish smile, "Well, we already have a Trifecta to complete

tonight, but maybe we can fit that in too. Seeing your cock squirt its cum all over my stockings would be pretty

hot, don't you think?"

"Shit Mom, we won't be able to see anything it squirts if you keep this up much longer," | warned, thinking |

might clike | had back when | started my self-explorations when | was younger, just by touch.

She smiled, "Don't you dare waste that precious cum."

The waiter returned with our meals and taking my point Mom thankfully relented, moving her foot away. We ate

our dinners and discussed non-sexual things like school, Mom's job, and plans for a summer trip to visit her

mother, whom I'd always liked. If anyone was listening there would be no hint of our sexual relationship, the

taboo sin we were planning to repeat very soon.

Once dinner was done my beautiful Mother suggested, "I say we skip dessert here and find a place where | can

get sdirectly from the source."

"Cheque," | quipped, knowing my hard cock, which had never shrunk throughout dinner, wasn't going to make it

much longer before it begged to whip scream.

We paid the bill and once we were outside, nighttjust beginning to set in, Mom asked, "Elma and | did the

showing together so | had her dropoff here. Where did you park?"

"In the underground parking."

"Perfect!" she smiled, grabbing my hand, our fingers entwined as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, not mother

and son. "Lead the way, baby!" Just the way she said 'baby" with such syrupy sexiness had my cock twitching.

As we walked down a lower flight of secluded concrete stairs, Mom suddenly tugged backwards on my hand. |

stopped and looked at her. She pushedagainst the wall, unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, squatted

down and devouredwhole.

| couldn't believe she would take such a risk as to blowin a stairwell, but we'd hear a loud door echoing

around if it opened and be able to cover up in time.

Her warm mouth, her nasty teasing of the past hour and a half and the chancy setting all hadon the brink in

record time. My balls were boiling when sure enough, a door above us did open! | told Mom, "Someone's

coming." She paused only long enough to say, "Then you'd better creal soon," and devoured my cock again,

unconcerned we were about to get caught.

| closed my eyes, trying to set aside my nervousness about being caught, concentrating on the feel of my cock

bumping against Mom's throat even as above| heard steps approaching, and surrendered to my approaching

orgasm, to the sensations Mom's lips, tongue and wet warm mouth were giving me. So close! Within seconds |

was shooting a load of my sweet cum down my Mom's throat even as the steps got incredibly close!

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They were almost upon us when with a playful giggle Mom stood up and shoved her tongue in my mouth,

deliberately feedingthe last remnants of my cum. My cock was still outside my trousers, still erect, but

hidden by Mom's body so we looked scandalous but not illegal mere seconds before a middle-aged couple

dressed for the opera or sother fancy shindig appeared around a corner of the stairwell and ascended past

us. The woman's expression clearly displayed her distaste for such inappropriate displays of affection, while the

man saw with a regretful look, a tlong past for him.

As soon as they'd gone, Mom dropped back down to the floor and cleaned my cock, hoovering up any last-

minute escapee droplets.

Five minutes later we were in my car when she asked, "Can we stop at the Love Boutique? I'll need slube if

you're going to drill my ass tonight."

| gasped at my Mom's shockingly blunt language, but of course pulled up at the store a couple of minutes later. |

planned to stay in the car but Mom asked, "Don't you want to cin with me? Maybe pick out a costfor

your mother to wear before you sodomize her?"

Such nasty talk had my cock revving to go again and my imagination spinning in overdrive. | unfastened my seat

belt and followed Mom in, leading with my cock.

As we entered the store | realized I'd never been in a sex shop. I'd considered it a few times, but never had the

guts to break through my psychological barrier. Yet here | was, creeping in with my mother (who was sauntering),

shopping for slube to fuck her ass. | really had the best life in the world!

Once we were in the store | was like a kid on Christmas morning, surrounded by so many toys and things I didn't

even know where to start. Mom went to the toy section and | followed. She grabbed slube and tossed it to