Unspoken Pleasure

She was a black specter, a shadow, a nymph made of nighttime sin, and everything tantalizing about the forbidden. Her ass moved up and down as she rode my father reverse cowgirl style, pumping her pussy on the length of his cock. His breath left his lungs in rough pulses, but he was far from awake. Unable to help myself, I pulled my cock out and jerked off for the next ten minutes, watching the shadow of my mother ride my father and wishing I could join them.

After I came, I watched my mother use my father’s cock until she threw back her head and moaned, filling the downstairs with the sounds of her orgasm. Dad woke up then. He said something, but it was low and muffled; sleepy, but I recognized his mumbling, and then Mom laughed and said, “If you can stay awake….”

I smiled as I went back to my room, thinking that in a perfect world, my father would be willing to share my mother with me. Who knew if he ever would, but I needed my sleep. Tomorrow was a new day, and I had plans for my mother.

Nasty–naughty–plans.

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Gradual Acceptance

I woke at seven in the morning to the sound of Jenna’s ringtone playing to the side of me–Shake It Off, by Taylor Swift. Jenna had programmed it for me, and it always made me laugh. It made my friends laugh, too, the fuckers.

“Good morning,” I said after grabbing my phone and swiping the call button.

“Morning, baby,” Jenna said. “Did I wake you? It sounds like I woke you.”

“You did, but I wanted to get up early.”

“Then, you’re welcome.” She laughed a sneaky sound. “You got that morning wood for me?”

“Always,” I said, stretching different parts of my body and twisting my hips from side to side.

“I remember the first time I felt your morning wood,” Jenna whispered. “Sleeping at Alice’s, after her party, with your dick pressing into my ass.” She made a hungry sound. “That was the first time I ever felt a hard cock against me. I felt it all night long while we slept.”

“Keep talking,” I whispered.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Jenna laughed. “I would, but I have to go to school soon. Summer school should be from nine to one.”

“Should be.”

“Guess what I did last night?”

“I thought that you were in a hurry?” I asked, laughing.

“Shut up,” Jenna said. “I did what you suggested.” Before I could say anything, she added, “I teased my dad!”

“Holy shit.” I thought that she’d do it, but not so damn soon. “Tell me about it.”

“Holy shit is right,” Jenna said. “After we had finished talking last night, I changed into one of my cropped, pink, cotton tank camisoles–”

“What?”

“God, Mark,” Jenna said. “You’re eighteen.” She laughed. “It’s an undershirt held up by straps and made of cotton, nylon, or satin that women wear to sleep. Look it up.”

I laughed.

“I changed into a tight-fitting top with little shoulder straps, but it was so tight on me that it could have been a bandeau.” I didn’t even ask what that was. “I was super nipply. My girls were sticking up large and hard. You know how thick and tight they can get.”

“Mmm, I do,” I sighed. “I miss them.”

“Whose fault is that?”

“My mom’s,” I said.

“Shut up,” Jenna said, laughing. “So, I changed into one of those without a bra and some matching pink boyshorts. I rolled the waistline down so I could show off the cut of my hips because I know you love that.”

I pictured Jenna’s hard stomach and long muscles covered by a single layer of feminine softness. My cock twitched, but I didn’t touch it. Not this morning. Not before I saw my mother.

“My shorts were loose, I couldn’t show off my C-toe, but I’m saving that precious gem for another day.” Jenna then said something to someone else, the sound of her voice faint through the speaker, as though she had pulled the phone away from her lips. “I got to go. It’s probably for the best because I’m getting so fucking wet thinking about last night, and I don’t want to sit in class with sloppy panties.”

“Bring another pair to school,” I said.

“I only bring an extra pair when we’re together.”

“Sexy,” I said. “Oh, wait! What happened with your dad?”

“Really quick,” Jenna said. “I think I made my dad uncomfortable, but I felt his eyes on me before he left the living room to go upstairs. Dad never goes to bed earlier, but he did last night. I have to go. See you today?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll see you sometime in the evening after I reassure my mom that nothing will happen between us.”

“Yeah, right,” Jenna whispered, giggling. “Nothing but some coming. Bye. Love you.”

“Love you, too,” I said, then added, “Oh, wait!”

“What, baby?” Jenna pouted. “I’ve got to go.”

“If my mom brings up our naughty pictures, you have to tell her that you deleted them.”

Jenna made an annoyed, clicking sound, but she said, “Fine, but I don’t like lying to your mother. She’s going to be my mother-in-law one day.”

Yikes.

“Thanks, baby,” I said. “Love you again. Bye.”