Unspoken Pleasure

Tim was surprised by the thin, filmy, nylon gown his mother was wearing. It was pale orange and her bikini style sleeping panties were plainly visible underneath. He couldn’t see a bra. He was instantly hard. He stood admiring her beautiful back, her rounded hips, her curvy ass, and shapely legs. Finally he moved forward to a position behind her. The crevice between her cheeks was a shadow under the gown and panties. He had deliberately worn an old pair of shorts worn thin from age and no underwear. His cock had grown to massive proportions. He positioned himself directly behind his mother and only inches away. Forgetting all consequences, he laid his hands on her hips and thrust forward. His solid rod easily separated the cheeks of her ass and he suddenly found himself lodged between the shapely flesh.

“Ohhh, Tim,” Jill said. “Ohhh, no.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Tim had leaned against Jill and his head was close enough to hear Carrie on the phone.

“What’s wrong, Jill? What’s going on?” Carrie said.

“Ahh… ahh Tim just spilled some hot stuff all over the place. I have to go. I’ll call you later. Bye,” Jill told her friend.

Tim pushed his hands around her waist until they met under her breasts. He could feel the weight of them resting on his wrists. His cock got harder. He thrust forward a little more, burying himself even deeper between her spheres.

Jill squirmed, trying to get free of her son’s grasp, but only succeeded in creating a fucking motion between them.

“Tim, no, no, honey, don’t do this. You shouldn’t have your, your penis against me like that. I’m your mother.”

Tim lowered himself slightly and then thrust inward and upward against his mother. “But, mom you said to go after what I wanted, and I want you.”

“Ungggg,” Jill grunted as Tim’s cock drove between her ass cheeks. He didn’t realize it but the last thrust had slid right along her puckered little hole. She felt her pussy flood and her nipples get hard. God, he is big, she thought. “Honey, you shouldn’t want your own mother like that. Come on, Tim let me go.” She continued to struggle, which only increased the friction between their bodies. As his cock again thrust along her rear entrance, she tried to drop down some so his cock would be higher on her ass and not near her opening, but she forgot the position of his hands. As she dropped, his hands slid up her body and suddenly he had both hands full of Jill’s 36 c breasts. They were equally surprised. Her hard nipples pressed into his palms and the thin material offered no protection for her. She may as well have been naked. Tim quickly took advantage of the accidental gift. He began kneading her tits. Jill squirmed harder than before.

“Tim, quit. Let go of my tits; quit feeling me like that. She started to spin one way then reversed her direction. The ploy worked and she was able to spin around. But Jill realized her mistake when she found herself face to face with her son and his rigid cock buried against her pussy mound. Tim too was caught unaware. It took him a moment to realize his good fortune. He dipped slightly and thrust hard against the v between her thighs. His cock head lodged against the slit of her pussy. It was almost as if he had penetrated her. She gasped. While she was still trying to keep Tim from making any more attacks into her private parts, Tim did the one thing that had entered neither of their minds. He looked at his mothers face only inches in front of him. Her wet mouth and red full parted lips struck a chord in his male heart. He kissed her, full on the lips. Jill stopped struggling as the shock of the contact registered. Before she could fully understand the forbidden action, her body responded. Her lips opened, her tongue darted out and her pelvis thrust against the hard rod lodged against it. For longer than either of them would have believed, mother and son sucked, and thrust tongue against tongue, cock against pussy, nipple against chest and palm.

While her body was saying yes, yes, Jill’s mind was screaming no, no. Finally she forced Tim back. The shock of their kiss had caused him to relax his hold around her. Jill slipped away and moved to the middle of the room.

“Tim, Tim, my God, what are you doing, what are we doing? Stop this right now. You act like you’re trying to fuck me.”

Tim had never heard his mother swear before except for an occasional damn, or hell. The word fuck was a surprise. But it gave him the right to use the same terms.

“But I do want to ahh… fuck you. I love you and besides you kissed me back and pushed your, your pussy against me when we were kissing, so I know you want it too.”

“Tim, I love you too. I’m your mother, we’re supposed to love each other but not like a girlfriend-boyfriend or a husband-wife love. As far as me responding to your kiss, women’s bodies sometime react to sexual contacts that they don’t really want. I’ll admit I felt good when you were thrusting against me, after all you are very manly and sexually well endowed, any girl would have responded the same. And I also admit your kiss excited me for a minute, but then reality set in and I no longer wanted you to continue. As for you wanting to… fuck me, well, honey, at your age boys want to fuck anything with a pussy.” Jill grinned to take the sting out of the put-down and to lessen the tension between them.

“That’s not true, mom, most of the girls in school don’t even interest me. But when I see you, I am ready to do it in an instant. I would sooner ahh fuck you than any girl I know. I would be happy just to see you naked and feel you.”

“Tim. That is exactly the thing that has to stop. You can’t go around trying to have sex with your mother. Now why don’t you go to your room and cool off a little then come down and I’ll fix you a nice breakfast.”

“I will be cool in my room, but the minute I come back down stairs and see you I’ll want to make love to you.”

Tim went to his room and stretched out on the bed, replaying in his mind the scene in the kitchen. She had kissed him back and thrust her pussy against him. True, after she thought about it she claimed she didn’t want to do it anymore, but he was sure that was her head talking not her heart. He had to get her thinking with her heart or better yet, her pussy.

As Tim left the kitchen, Jill sank into a chair at the table. Her nipples were hard; pushing her thin pajamas into little tents over her rounded breasts. Her channel was flooding with her sweet juice and the lips of her pussy were puffy. She felt her engorged clit rub the thin panties as it grew firm from the contact with Tim’s cock when he thrust against her. It had been so tempting to just let him fuck her right there against the sink, to force his big cock into her needy pussy but she had not been able to let herself go. Had he forced her just a little, however, he would have attained his goal. Did she dare allow a little sexual play to occur between herself and her son? She wouldn’t let him fuck her of course, but would a little fingering and dry fucking really hurt anyone? She knew she was rationalizing, making it seem less a violation, making her seem less than a morally, corrupt, incestuous mother. Suddenly she knew what she would do. She would play her own little game with her son and see if he could handle a stronger form of sexual by-play, and tonight would be an ideal time. More nectar flowed into her hot channel as she thought of what she was going to do to her son and his hard cock.