Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything: >Ep60

Pink's Playground had a downstairs pornography shop full of DVDs, sex toys, and everything you could buy on

the internet, but without the overnight delivery. How many boyfriends had brought their girlfriends down here

after a night of titty watching? What nasty things did those girls buy afterward? What was Mom going to buy?

"Mom," | said, keeping my voice low as I looked at the big-titted MILF behind the checkout counter. "What do you

need to buy from here?"

"There's something that I've always wanted to do, but it takes at least two cocks to do it," Mom said, walking to

the far end of the shop where a wall made of dildos stood. Mom looked sideways atand gavea silly

smile. "And your father's princess would never be allowed to own a dildo."

| laughed, but then a thought hit me, and I said, "Does Dad make you do things?"

"Yes, he does," Mom said. "Your father makesstand on a pedestal when all | want to do is lick his asshole."

| tripped, the ground seeming to have grown an extra foot in height, and I almost fell on my face.

Mom laughed as her eyes scanned the wall. She took small steps, stopping to touch a box here, read a

description there, or give a particularly big dick a visual once over.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"That night you cried," | said, "why'd you cry? This seems so natural to you."

Mom exhaled, her lips forming into a reflective smile. "I cried because I'm a mother."

| waited for more, but that's all she said. | reflected on those words until | understood what they had meant. |

grabbed my mother's left hand with my right, and | squeezed her palm with a son's love. Mom turned her head,

smiled at me, and squeezed my hand as well. Then she went back to the wall, her eyes all business once again.

Though Mom considered all of her options, her focus continually returned to the suction-cupped dildos. She went

back to them, stopped, and looked over the phallic variations. Her eyes drifted to me, then back to the cocks,

and then back to me, and then back to the cocks.

"How big do you think you are?" Mom asked.

| knew how big | was, and when | told her, Mom said, "Liar."

"I'm serious," | said.

Mom looked atagain, biting her lower lip and swinging her shoulders. "Since I'm your mother, | had to show

no fear, but your dick did scarea little."

Heat filled my cheeks, and a solid bar of warmth flowed into my shaft.

"We need a cock almost as big as yours,” Mom said, "that we can stick to surface tops. | want to be able to suck

something while getting fucked, and | want to be able to fuck something while I'm sucking you." She squeezed

my hand again as her eyes had focused on a long, thick, and curved cock that looked about an inch shorter than

mine. "Il just want an extra prick to play with."

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The image of Mom riding my father's cock while he slept cback to me, and I said, "Do you think Dad would

wake up if you blew him while | fucked you?"

Mom's smile turned into a pucker, and her eyes widened, her brows rising, and she turned to look atwith an

ooh, that sounds interesting expression on her face.

"We're still buying a dildo,” Mom said before lowering her voice and adding, "but we're going to have to find out

about your father, you dirty fucking bastard.”

My cock spat up a wad of creamy precum as my mother gavea sexually charged glare. She grabbed the

suction cup dildo that she had been eyeing and walked us toward the checkout counter, pullingby the hand.

The big-titted MILF rang us up, saying, "Aren't you the lucky one," to me. "Where'd you find this cutie, cougar?"

“| found him trying to get into my pants,” Mom said, and the two shared a laugh as if they were old friends.

"Aren't they all?" Big Tits asked.

Mom looked atand asked, "Did the drive-through really turn you on?"

"Yeah," | said, still remembering the shock in the attendant's eyes.

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Mom turned back to Big Tits. "l read

about this place on the forum

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"That's a real thing, right?" "You're a

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"Mah," | said, then changed what | was about to say to "Deborah," which was my mother's real name.

"Mark," Mom said, pullingalong as she followed Big Tits down a hallway. "Keep calling me, 'Mom.' The

watchers will get a kick out of it."

"The watchers?"

"Swatchers," Big Tits said. "It's a bit early, but you'll get a few granddads to drop a few loads this

afternoon."

Mom laughed, yet her cheeks swirled

with red, matching the heat that

bloomed across mife(Qould Pg

what! hinkowe Sere going to do?

"My boy here is going to watch his

Momma," Mom said. "The website

said you'd providewith a mask."

“I'll take care of you." Big Tits stopped in front of a door, turning and winking at Mom. "Don't you worry,

Momma."

We walked down a dark hallway with

red baseboard lighting. Bit Tits

opened one of the doors within the

wall for me, saying, "Have fun, young

man," as she gestured forto step

inside the room. "There's an intercom

in there if you want to order a

stripper." | looked at Mom, who

motioned with an alkt@Inctneny, get

ee

yeurbuttrhoving, mister, sideways

head-tilt. | gave my mother one last

look before stepping inside a large

room that smelled of sweat, pussy,

sex, and cum. Within the room, six

black cushioned chairs fanned

outward in a half-circle in front of a

glass wall set within a frof white

fluorescent tubing. Three older men

sat in the chairs, the two in chairs five

and six had a naked stripper on their

lap, each with a shaved pussy and

palm-sized tits. The blonde and

brunette strippers look about

eighteen or nineteen years old, and

they had the hard, bendable bodies of

life-long ballerinas. The last man sat

in chair number one with his pants

undone and his cock out, stroking it

with a lazy motion, and | looked away

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