Unspoken Pleasure

And yeah, let’s just say, I played my cards right.

“Nice…” I said, not wanting to sound too excited. Her eyes flashed with mischief as she looked back at me. She knew exactly what she was doing. So I knew she wouldn’t mind when I looked right at her ass. The thin dress was draped over her shelf-like rear.

“I think this one makes my ass look good… doesn’t it?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder at me, making it abundantly clear I got the message to look at her butt. I almost lost my nerve at how forward she was being, but I had to play it cool. I had to be calm and play this right. I looked at her thin skirt and made my judgment. Some of her other outfits had really got in there and hugged her ass, so this wasn’t my favorite one. Knowing she was in the game now, I took a different approach to get her out of these clothes.

“Yeah, one of my ex’s wore something similar. I really liked it on her,” I stated.

“Yeah?” Mom asked, looking back at me.

“Of course, it didn’t stay on her too long…” I said boldly, raising my eyebrows. She turned away from me and laughed to herself surprised and kind of impressed by how shamelessly I was speaking to her. But she didn’t object. In fact…

“You know,” she began, before turning back to face me with a bit of more confidence, giving her chest a little extra jiggle as she did. She looked at me as my gaze drifted down, staring right at her jutting breasts. Her nipples were positively throbbing beneath her top. I looked back up at her, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I found other outfits deep in my closet… stuff I would never wear in public. Or for your father. But… do you wanna see?” she asked. Our eyes locked, and the tension we were feeling was apparent. We both knew where this was going. We both knew what game we were playing at. The unspoken tension between us was boiling over.

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” I replied with a smirk. She smiled wickedly and sauntered away, shaking her ass from side to side purposefully, again causing her flowy skirt to bounce, offering me teasing glimpses of her rear. She gave me one last look before entering her room, closing the door behind her.

In the silence of the moment, I had to think this over. I didn’t know why I was feeling this emboldened. I didn’t know why I was pushing things like this. Maybe it was fate guiding my hand. Guiding us to bed together. But I had never been this turned on. My cock was like iron in my pants. Feeling a little sweat on my brow, I wiped it off with my arm and spun around in my chair. I suddenly realized how hot I was, temperature wise. The window was open, and the breeze had died, leaving us to bask in the sticky heat. I glanced to my side to the clock. We were well beyond the time we had planned to leave. But me and her were both playing this out, listening to our base instincts. Listening to our bodies. To our urges. Our needs.

“So…” Mom said from behind me, making me jump. “What do you think?”

I spun around in my chair, and any glib remark I may have had died on my lips. My jaw dropped and my eyes got big.

“Holy shit…” I muttered, unable to believe what I was seeing. Mom looked filthy! She was dressed in tight denim booty shorts, just barely going beyond her crotch, clinging to her so tight I couldn’t imagine how she even got them on. Her long, firm legs were left exposed, leading down to her high-heels. Her flat, sexy midriff was left exposed, the only interruption being the straps of her thong, riding high on her hips. My hungry eyes traveled up her frame, taking in her thin white t-shirt, tied between her tits, struggling to contain them. A mile of juicy cleavage was left exposed to me, leading my eyes upward towards her smirking face. This outfit was just pure filth. My Mom looked trashy hot in all the best ways. I loved it.

“Wow.” I said, unable to hide my approval.

“So, you like it?” she asked, smiling brightly, stepping forwards slightly, causing her big jugs to jiggle lusciously. I was staring at my mom’s big breasts, and she knew it, and I didn’t care.

“Damn, Mom…” I said, shaking my head in awe, my eyes locked on her hot body. “You look fucking hot!”

I normally wouldn’t curse in front of Mom, because she wouldn’t normally let me. But this time…

“You really think so?” she asked with a small smile.

“Jesus, Mom…” I looked right at her chest. She still had a bra on, a white lacy number, which matched both her top and the thong she was so blatantly showcasing for me. I could see a bit of the lace through the thin white top, and a hint of her pink nipples.

“So, Kyle… does this outfit really show off my big tits?” Mom asked with a naughty glint in her eye, her words and her expression sent a shudder through my bone-hard cock.

“Oh yeah…” I growled. “You look… amazing.”

“How about my ass?” Mom asked, spinning around, turning her back to me and pushing her butt out at me slightly, showcasing it for me. The booty shorts were clinging to her jutting ass, showing off it’s perfect shape. The round, firm cheeks were bursting to escape their tight denim confines. The shorts really dug in, showing off each round cheek and the cleft in between. Capping off this perfect, trashy image was the obscene whale-tail, the triangle of the thong showcased proudly above the hem of her shorts.

“I love it…” I panted, near out of breath with lust.

“Do you think I should wear this to the cookout?” she asked, turning back to face me and leaning forward slightly, showing off her canyon of cleavage to me.

“If you want to get everyone’s attention,” I replied, unable to stop my hungry eyes from taking in so much exposed flesh. Her fit belly. Her long, firm, tanned legs. Her big tits. God damn…

“You know…” she began, standing up straight, making her boobs bounce. “I think this is unfair. I mean, we’ve been going over my outfits, but we haven’t talked about yours…” I looked up at her beautiful face, intrigued.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’m not gonna lie… I’m not too crazy about your outfit either,” she said, looking right at me with a knowing grin. With a sudden surge of boldness, I knew what to do. Before she could react, I stood up, making her take a step back.

“Well,” I began firmly, reaching down. “Let me change.” I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up, exposing my tight belly to Mom. She looked down at my exposed torso with wide eyes as I tossed my shirt away. And then, keeping my eyes right on her, I reached down, and with a firm tug, yanked my pants down, leaving me clad in only my boxers.

Mom’s eyes went very wide as she took me in. Her eyes went straight to my crotch, where my cock was straining to escape. The blue material of my boxers was clinging to my meaty, nine and a half inch cock. My shaft was pointed towards my hip, giving Mom a primo view of the full size and shape of what I was working with. Her eyes were wide, and her plump smooth lips were curled up in approval. I stepped out of my pants and strutted over towards my closet.

“You’re right, Mom,” I said, turning my back to her as I walked towards my closet. “And by the way, I don’t know if you noticed, but I can see your underwear again.” I smiled to myself.

“You can?” she asked, her voice like honey. I spent a few moments at the closet before grabbing new clothes out of the closet. I turned to face her, and what I saw made the clothes in my hands fall to the floor.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“How about now?” she asked, posing for me. Her thin white top and her dark, denim booty shorts were now on the ground, leaving her standing in front of me only in her underwear. My eyes went wide, and she smirked at my reaction. “Didn’t want this to be unfair.”

I looked down at her hot, luscious body. I had seen her in a bikini before, but this was different. I was supposed to be able to see her in a bikini. I wasn’t supposed to see her like this. The lacy white bra was struggling to contain her big tits, the material digging into the soft flesh. Her shoulder straps were digging into her shoulders, the full weight of those large tits ready to make those straps explode. The lacy material was partially see-through, allowing me a small glimpse of pink, throbbing nipples.

Down lower, past her flat, fit belly was the material of her small white thong. The straps rode high over her hips, converging at her pussy. The tiny triangle of material there was scooped low, barely covering her nether regions. Through the thin lace, I got a good view of her small, dark, immaculately groomed landing strip of cunt hair. And when she reached down, she tucked her thumbs into the top of her thong, causing it to lower slightly, revealing just a hint of that landing strip over the top of the thong. My cock pulsed with delight at this visual feast.

I looked up at her confident face and reached up with two fingers, indicating for her to spin around for me again. With a lusty smirk, she did just that, turning around for me, exposing her long, taut, fit back. But my eyes went straight to her ass. It looked incredible, the shelf-like cheeks jutting out from her slim frame. My eyes hungrily looked across the ripe, firm ass cheeks, so round and perky and smooth. The tiny white thong met in a triangle above her ass crack, leading to a string disappearing between the cheeks. Her heart-shaped ass was incredible!

She turned to face me again, her mammoth boobs jiggling as she did. She put her hands on her hips and looked me over, but she was struggling to rip her eyes from my tremendous bulge. She finally did, looking the rest of me over.

The tension was thick. We stood in silence, basking in the heat of our near naked bodies and the sticky heat from outside. Both of us were hungrily consuming each others’ bodies with our eyes, and we were both starving. Finally, our eyes met again. I looked at her. She looked at me, our hunger clear to each other.

And finally… we feasted.

At the same moment, both of us leapt forward, our mouths meeting in a fiery kiss. Her plump lips met mine, and our mouths quickly opened. Her tongue aggressively slid into my mouth, sliding against mine. Her smooth, feminine tongue dueled with my tongue as we swapped spit. Our mouths were pressed roughly against each other as we hungrily made out.

I was making out with my mother. I was making out with my own mom! This was crazy! She gave birth to me. She raised me. She made me my lunches for school. She was the one who bought me Christmas gifts, and filled my Easter basket with candy, and put my money under my pillow as the tooth fairy. She drove me to baseball practice. She cleaned off my cheeks when I was dirty. She was my mom!

But now, I was a grown up. I was 18. And I was seeing the other side of her. The adult side of her. The side of her beyond her motherly smiles and mom outfits. The part of her that was an adult woman with needs. The side of her that was horny. The side of her that was hot and sexy and needed the type of pleasure that a woman with her body was worthy of. The side of her that looked at her son with new eyes. That side which no longer saw him as the young man she raised, but as a viable sexual partner. The side of her that was so fucking horny she was willing to fuck her own son. And that’s where this was going.

My mom and I were gonna fuck.