Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep14

Dad mumbled something as | rose and turned to my left, hiding my semi-inflated sausage from his eyes in case

he turned his head to watchwalk across the couch. Instead, | walked behind my couch, alongside the foyer,

and down the narrow hallway along the stairs that cut across the living and dining rooms straight into the

kitchen. | found Mom standing against the inside of the kitchen island, sipping on wine. | noticed that | could hear

the faint sounds of the TV from where we stood.

"What are you doing?" Mom asked, her voice stern, and her eyes narrowed in a glare that | could only call

petulant.

"What am | doing?" | asked, keeping my voice low though I probably didn't have to. "What are you doing?" "Mark-

"I know what you're doing. You're--"

"Don't say it--don't say it--don't say it," Mom said like a jackrabbit thumbing its food and shaking her head as her

glare deepened.

| kept my mouth shut. We stared at each other. Mom's expression softened as | did my best to remain neutral. |

didn't want to blow this.

She sipped her wine.

| watched, then | asked, "Can | have a sip?"

Mom, who had never alloweda drink before, handedher half-full glass. | took a long drink, not enjoying

the spicy flavor, but I drank it anyway, then handed the nearly empty glass back to her. She refilled it, and we

stood there, staring at each other in silence.

"Mom," | finally said, "You can't keep doing this to me."

Mom flinched.

"I know you think it's for the best, but look at me." | looked at my semi-hard cock that was already coming back

to life as my mother dropped her gaze downward. "Is this what you wanted? To givea--"

"Don't say it," Mom said, her eyes lingering before returning to my face. "Don't say anything. Just"--she licked

her lips, her face tight, almost frowning--"just accept it."

"I can't just accept it," | said, frowning. "It's drivingcrazy. | need to see Jenna more than ever now because of

you."

"Mark," Mom said, letting my nhang in the air.

"Look what you do to me!" It was a harsh whisper that | gave her--an accusation. "Look."

Mom looked down again to where my cock had hardened fully. Her eyes widened a bit, and her cheeks reddened.

She moved her head backward. When her eyes returned to my face, | said, "I know you mean well, but this isn't

enough. I'm seeing Jenna tomorrow." | shrugged, knowing that a helpless, I'm sorry, expression shimmered

across my face. "I have to."

I turned to leave.

"Mark," Mom said, her voice sharp. "Wait."

| turned around, facing her again, and watched as she finished her refill of wine. She set her glass on the island's

marble top, and then she lowered her hands to her skirt. My heart stuttered, then jumped into a sprint. She

grabbed the hem of her tennis skirt and inched it upward, taking her time, the tops of her thighs brightened by

the light.

My vision narrowed, focusing on my mother below her waist.

She stopped just below the bottom of her muff, only for a second before continuing upward and showinga

pair of small, white panties. They were nothing more than a tiny triangle covering her inner lips and mound,

leaving so much of her tender labia exposed that | sighed aloud. Her sun blonde pubic hairs reached above the

low-slung waistband and sprouted from beneath the sides of her small strip of panties. | didn't fail to notice the

darker shade of dampness below the outline of her clit.

"I have more," Mom whispered. "Lots more. Panties that your father has never seenwear. | can wear them

for you, and only for you, if you don't fool around with Jenna."

"Mom," | whispered, my insides deflating as | stared at her muff.

"I mean it." Mom swallowed, her voice trembling and her tits rising and falling as though she were sprinting. "I

can wear them and a shirt for you every day while your father is out of the house." "Mom--"

"You can take pictures and videos, for when you're alone," Mom said, panting. "Just don't fool around with Jenna.

Please!"

Jesus, | thought she was about to cry.

"Whenever Dad is out of the house?" | asked, my throat tight. "You promise?"

"Yes," Mom whispered.

It took forever before my lips moved, but | managed to croak out the word, "Okay," before Mom could say

anything else to convinceto agree to her demands.

"Okay," Mom said, her voice trembling.

"Mom," | said, "I don't know how long | can hold out. | mean"--I swallowed, and my voice started to tremble--

"you're not a normal-looking woman. You're"--1 shook my head--"perfect." Mom lowered her skirt.

We stood in silence, and | realized that she wasn't going to speak. | nodded before leaving, and | went up to my

room, where | took my dick out and came, then cagain, then cone more tbefore going to bed

without sending Jenna a picture of my cock. | had honestly forgotten to send her one.

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| woke early the next morning, but | stayed in my room, watching the clock on my phone strike eight, then a

minute after, then another, until five minutes had passed, then another five and then another five. During that

time, the mechanical grow! of the garage opening toldmy father was leaving for work, but still, my mother

was going to be in her panties and a shirt for me--all day long. | couldn't wait, yet my nerves hit me, and they hit