Unspoken Pleasure

I followed her to the kitchen island, talking to her as she made herself a snack of fruits cut down to bite-sized portions. Every slice of her knife made her titties shake. Mom knew I was looking at them because sometimes she’d say, “Don’t stand with your head hunched; it’s bad for your posture.” Then she’d go back to cutting with a smile on her face. When she had finished cutting her fruits, she pushed her plate to the right so that it lay between us, but I wasn’t in the mood to snack on an array of neatly assorted fruits.

I pulled out my camera, snapping more pictures of her, her cheeks filling with pink with every click of the button. She continued eating even as the digital shutter snapped away. We talked about my senior year of high school, about college, about the possibility of me getting a job to keep me busy.

I laughed when she said that, but then I said, “I think a job would be good for me, but I’m not going to let it ruin my social life.” I smiled at her. “I have commitments.”

Mom’s lips tightened, but then she put her hands together and stretched them over her head, inverting her palms and arching her back. Her breasts pushed toward me, her nipples hard and thick as they attempted to cut through her shirt. She stretched so high that she rose onto her tiptoes, and maybe she meant to, or maybe she didn’t, but the barest hint of the bottom of her breasts came into view. I snapped a quick picture, and Mom relaxed and went back to eating.

Meanwhile, I stared at her picture, my cock throbbing as I admired the bottom roundness of her tits. As Mom talked about something, college, I think, and that perhaps it would be best if I went to school somewhere out of the state so that I could get a taste of the real world on my own.

“Yeah, that’s the reason I should go to school out of state,” I said.

Mom continued talking, and I moved from where I was, walking around her. Mom’s eyes followed me, and then she turned her head over her right shoulder as far as she could as I stopped several feet behind her and then backed up several feet more.

“Well….” Mom said, still trying to look at me.

“Can you spread your legs a little,” I said, making my question a statement the way I had upstairs in her office.

Mom continued standing straight up and down. She lowered her right hand to the fruits, plucking a strawberry from the plate. Her hand went up, and the strawberry disappeared as Mom brought it to her mouth. I pictured her full lips opening and the deep red of the strawberry touching the bed of her tongue, her fingers clutching the stem and holding the strawberry lightly as her teeth closed, slicing the fruit in half. Juices exploded in my mind’s eye, and Mom’s cheeks rippled, and her tongue bobbed as she chewed on her delicate, mid-morning treat.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Your legs, Mom,” I said as I stared down at her ass and the white string riding her crack. “Spread them.”

Mom chewed, creating a wet sound, and then she sighed as she stepped her feet apart, first the left and then the right, widening her stance. Her outer labia pulled to the sides, so smooth and tender, giving my camera the perfect view of that crescent cunny bulge between her legs.

“Lean forward,” I whispered as I knelt. “And stick your butt out.” I didn’t sound like myself in my own ears.

“Mark,” Mom snapped. “Don’t talk to me like that. I’m still your mother.”

“Stick it out, please.” A pulse shot through my cock, dropping a thick load of sticky precum into my shorts. “It’s a great view, Mom. I don’t think Jenna could look this good from here, but I’m willing to find out.”

Mom released a long breath that sounded like exasperation. It was a sound I knew well. When I was younger, and Mom would take me to the park, she always made that sound about an hour after I had first begged her for just one more push on the swing, or one more slip down the slide or one more anything, and Mom would give–my mother really would do anything for me.

My cock throbbed again.

Mom bent forward, still holding her strawberry, and placed her elbows on the island’s marble top. Her lower back arched, her spine barely visible, the little bumps pushing against her sensual skin, and her legs straightened, making her muscles go taut and adding a sexy firmness to the swan-like grace of her limbs.

“Yeah,” I whispered, my voice not as shaky as it had been. “Perfect.”

I needed to find out how far Mom was willing to go, and I needed to find out soon.

I snapped a picture. Then I snapped another. Mom tried to stand, but I said, “Not yet,” in a low growl, and she made a wet, clicking noise with her tongue, but she leaned back onto her elbows. “I need to video this.”

“Mark,” Mom said, almost pouting.

“You said I could video you.”

Mom did pout this time, and more precum left my balls, making my sack tingle as my cock convulsed. She stood still, though, and even leaned farther forward, stretching her upper body along the counter. I heard the plate of fruit slide across the marble island as I hit my phone’s video record button.

I captured Mom’s body, panning the camera down one leg, then up, then down the other, then up again. I moved the camera to the side and recorded my mother’s small feet before bringing the camera back to that special bit of love between her thighs. I zoomed in on her pussy, first on the outer edges, moving the camera in so close that I could see the smoothness of her skin. The twin bulges of her labia made my balls ache, and they seemed to open and spread for me the longer I focused my camera on them–natural-born stars. The fabric of her panties pushed inward against her slit, turning a darker shade of white as her wetness dripped from her.

“Almost done?” Mom asked, her voice breathy and shaky.

“Almost,” I said and moved closer to her.

“Mark,” Mom whispered.

“Almost.”

I stopped with the camera about six inches from her cunny. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my heartbeat, and that’s when an intoxicating fragrance caressed my nostrils, inside and out, making them flare as threads of pink mists curled about them. Mom’s pussy. Mom’s pussy perfume. She smelled like flowers and sweetness, and her fragrance clung to the hollow of my nostrils, thickening and blooming with the promise of sex and the keen notes of her desire. Holy shit, this was that intoxicating scent that came from nowhere but instantly made a person think of fucking and nothing else.