Unspoken Pleasure

Mom’s Nose in My Business

As soon as my bedroom door closed, Jenna and I pressed our lips together as we tumbled toward my bed. Our mouths opened, our tongues came out, and I slid my slippery appendage into the warmth of Jenna’s mouth. She uttered soft whimpers while our kisses melded together. I pushed her shirt above her tits and pulled her bra beneath them. My hands squeezed her breasts, maybe a bit hard, but she seemed to like it as she spread her legs for me on my bed, my cock pumping blood and plumping up to its full hardness just in time to spear the center groove between her legs. We dry humped each other, the cloth of my basketball shorts digging into the fuzziness of her cotton boy shorts and the softness beneath them.

“We have to be quiet,” I whispered as Jenna panted and moaned with a desperate need for my touch.

“Turn your music on,” she said.

“They’ll know,” I said. “It’s too obvious.”

I squeezed her tits against, then pinched her thick, peach-colored nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

“Ooh,” she gasped.

I lowered my head, taking the right nub into my mouth and licking all around her areola. Jenna spread her knees wide and humped her hips up at me, sliding her cotton-covered muff against the head of my prick.

I moaned around her tit.

She moaned, pushing my head against her breasts.

I ground my cock into her muff meat as hard as I could.

“Shit,” Jenna whispered. “I’m so fucking wet for you, baby.”

“Jenna–”

Knock, knock, knock, my door rattled, and then the doorknob turned, but not much because I had locked it. Then someone–Mom, I already knew–knocked harder on my door and turned my lock like a panicked woman running from a serial killer.

“Mark, open this door!” Mom shouted. “Now!”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” I said, rolling off Jenna and sitting up. My cock sprung upward, turning my shorts into a big top circus tent.

“Mark!”

“Give me a second,” I shouted back. “Fuck!”

“Mark!”

“I’ll open it,” Jenna said, pulling her bra up and her shirt down. “Here, baby, cover that dick.”

She handed me a pillow that I placed over my lap, and for a moment, I thought there was a better way to hide my erection, but then I thought, Fuck it. Mom should know what she interrupted. Jenna skipped to the door as my mother banged on it again. She unlocked it, opened it, and Mom stormed in as if she could still catch us doing something illicit.

“What are you two doing?” Mom asked, swinging her gaze from me, to Jenna, back to me, and my lap. “Well?”

“I was just leaving,” Jenna said, leaving my room and calling over her shoulder, “Call me later.”

“Mark,” Mom said, “we need to talk.”

She shut the door, and I sighed as she came to sit next to me on the bed.

Great, just fucking great.

I was about to talk to my mother while sporting wood, and we both knew it.

How fucked up was that?

*****Mom’s Concern*****

The first thing I noticed was that my mother had not changed out of her clothes from earlier: a pair of jeans and a white shirt. It wasn’t so late that she needed to change, but it was Saturday night, and she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I came here to tell you to leave your door open, and this is what I find,” Mom said, shaking her head at me.

I looked at her clothes and said, “You were coming up here no matter what. You could have told us to leave the door open on our way upstairs, but you wanted to catch us doing something.”

“I did not.” Mom looked at me, sitting on the bed with a pillow over my lap, and she frowned, then her eyes widened, and she looked away. Sighing, she walked to the bed and sat down near the end, facing forward and keeping her eyes off of me and my erection. “I came here hoping that you were doing as I had told you to do, but you weren’t, were you?”

“I’m eighteen.”

“And that’s still too young for today’s world. You don’t even know if you’ll be together forever.”

“We’re adults now,” I said, narrowing my brows. I hated it when my mother said something that made sense. I thought I’d be with Jenna forever, but did I know that for sure?

“That doesn’t matter.” Mom took a deep breath. “You may not understand it now, but one in-the-moment mistake could cost you years of your life. You may have to put off college. You may decide not to return. A baby could change the entire trajectory of your life. You don’t need to be sexual just because you’ve turned eighteen.”

“We haven’t had a chance to be sexual,” I said.

“Sexual means everything up to and including sex,” Mom said, turning a sideways glare on me. “Everything you do tempts you to do more, so that means no kissing, no touching, no looking at each other naked, and no sexy text messages.”

I laughed.

“I mean it,” Mom said. “I know how teenagers are with their phones.”

“Jenna’s dad isn’t serious,” I said. “She’d hate him for the rest of his life if he kept us apart. It’s a dad thing. It’ll pass.” By now, my hard-on had softened some. I turned on the bed as my cock lay in a tube-like state over my sack. I slid the pillow off to the side and crossed my legs on the bed, the bulge in shorts no longer as obscene as it had been before Mom had knocked on my door. “Trust me.”

“No.” Mom turned to me. “You trust me. You don’t want to be an eighteen-year-old dad.”

That was true, but that wasn’t going to happen. That only happened to irresponsible people, and Mr. Charles Mason–what an almost terrible name Jenna’s dad had–was going to have to accept the fact his daughter was growing up, and she was eager to join the adult world.

“I’m eighteen years old,” I said, and though I tried to mimic my father’s stern tenor, my next words still trembled, and my heart still sped up as I added, “I have needs, Mom.”

Mom laughed without humor.

“Can’t you go back to holding hands?” Mom asked. She faced me, her regal features hanging low, the way a puppy might after its master had given it a stern yell. “Waiting another four years is not that long when compared to the rest of your life.”

My mother was right, but fuck that, I had a cock to satisfy, and Jenna wanted sex as much as I did.

I shook my head.

“Can’t you watch porn?” Mom asked.

I laughed a little and said, “No,” while still chuckling.

“Can’t you,” Mom said, cringing, “just cheat on her?”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“What?”

“Just a little?” Mom pressed her lips together, her face trembling. “No one has to know. I’ll help you find someone who Jenna will never meet. We’ll find you an older woman who doesn’t have to worry about pregnancy. I mean it, Mark: a mistake with Jenna could ruin your relationship, your friendship, and your lives.”

“I’m not cheating on Jenna,” I said, shaking my head. “How can you ask me that? That’s a crazy idea. Plus, I love–”

“You don’t even know what love is.” Mom’s eyes narrowed, and that sad kitty look took on a fearsome expression. “You’re doing this out of spite. We told you no, so you’re going to show us that you don’t have to listen to us anymore, aren’t you?”

“Mom–”

“No,” Mom said. “I bet you would run off with the first woman who showed any interest in you.”

“She’d have to be one beautiful woman,” I said, laughing and trying to soften my words. Cheat on Jenna? Mom was crazy.

“How beautiful?” Mom leaned forward, looking me in the eye.

“She’d have to be,” I said, leaning forward and trying to keep my laughter in check, “as beautiful as you.”

Mom blinked.

I let my laughter escape my lips as I turned away from my mother’s gaze.

“And since there is no woman as beautiful as you,” I said, “I guess we’re going to have to hope that Mr. Charles Mason–I’ll call him Charles too now that I’m an adult–is bluffing about keeping us apart. He’s going to ruin his relationship with Jenna if he does.”

Mom stood, glaring at me, then she turned and headed for my door. I can’t be sure, but I thought I heard her mumble, “As beautiful as me.”

My mother wasn’t stupid.

How many blonde, sun-lit women with an inner glow and the regal bearing of a Lord of the Rings elf queen were walking around in the world within reach of us–that would also fuck me on a whim and couldn’t get pregnant?

None but her–and she could still get pregnant–not that I meant that she’d fuck me, that thought had never entered my mind. But there was no one as beautiful as my mother anyway, and so she was shit-out-of-luck when it came to convincing me to cheat on my girlfriend–or so I had thought at the time.