Unspoken Pleasure

I disconnected the call, thinking about my words for the next half hour. Love you. If I loved her, then why was I willing to fool around with my mother?

But Mom’s the first woman you loved.

Was that my mind, heart, or cock whispering those words of wisdom to me? Logic versus feelings versus horniness–along with a little bit of truth from each of them. Jenna had been my neighbor for my entire life. Our parents had babysat us, and Jenna had been just a little brat until the day she wasn’t. Until the I noticed her tits. (That’s a good reason to fall in love.) But, I did love Jenna, yet I had never dated anyone else, either.

I picked up my phone and spoke to the voice command, asking, “Mr. Internet: Is it okay for a man to justify cheating on the woman he loves?”

The clock on my phone said it was ten minutes until eight, so I killed the search before it had a chance to answer me, and I left my room for a shower. I didn’t need a shitty AI telling me that I was a terrible person. I finished showering after eight and dressed in a pair of basketball shorts with my boxer briefs beneath and a tight shirt. I had my phone in my left hand, ready to take some pictures and videos of my mother before I attempted to do a whole lot more.

I half-trotted downstairs, my muscles were loose, and my steps were light. I didn’t see Mom in the living room, though the dark curtains were open, while the transparent curtains remained shut. I peeked into the seldom-used great room, and it was empty as well, so I spun on my heels and walked down the hallway that led straight into the kitchen. Halfway there, I heard the faint sounds of French music, the kind that deserved playtime on an old phonograph. I didn’t know French, but my mother did, and I knew she listened to those songs whenever she needed some relaxation in her life. Was that a good sign or a bad sign?

When I exited the shortcut hallway and stepped into the kitchen, I saw Mom in the same position as I had seen her yesterday morning. She sat at the breakfast table with the light streaming into the house through the breakfast area’s swinging glass doors. Mom had the morning paper in her left hand, which tilted her body away from me, but not much.

She didn’t look at me, and her right arm lay curled around her waist. She wore an off-the-shoulder, rib-knit, long-sleeved T-shirt that was violet in color and seemed to make her flaxen hair brighter. Her elf-queen profile looked sharp this morning, and she was wearing makeup that highlighted the regalness of her features. She sat with her legs crossed, her right over her left, the hem of her shirt barely covering the tops of her thighs while revealing the entire side of her leg and the cheek of her ass to me. Whatever she thought about last night, it hadn’t stopped her from wearing a G-string this morning.

That had to be a good sign.

It had to be.

“Good morning,” I said as I entered the kitchen and walked behind the kitchen island, ignoring the fridge and leaning against the island’s marble top.

“Good morning,” Mom said, not looking up at me.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes.”

“I had a good time last night.” I placed my phone in front of me, sliding my right forefinger across the screen and selecting the camera icon. “A real good time.”

“I’m sure you did,” Mom said, her voice sounding measured and controlled, her breathing deepening as she spoke.

“You didn’t?” I asked as a tingling sensation rode the length of my shaft.

“I’m keeping you out of trouble,” Mom said. “How I feel about last night doesn’t matter.”

“I liked it, just saying,” I said, matching my tone to my mother’s, then uttering a sigh that made my mother roll her eyes. I smiled. “You didn’t like it just a little bit?”

Mom tightened her lips and tilted her head further to the left. Was she smiling? Could I guilt her into a smile, the way I had when I was younger? She must have liked it, or else she’d be wearing pants today.

“You know,” I said, elongating those two words, “if we could keep last night going, I think–I’m not promising anything–but I think I could stay away from Jenna–sexually–until we were sure we were responsible enough to handle sex.”

“You think you could?” Mom asked. It sounded like a question, despite her flat delivery. She uncrossed her legs, and her thighs rubbed together in the smallest of movements possible. “I think I deserve the promise of a stress-free month for what I was willing to do for you last night.”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

My cock swelled with my mother’s words. The head thickened faster than the body as the corner of her mouth pulled into a smile. “I thought staying away from Jenna last night was what I was doing for you,” I said as my member filled up my shorts.

“Promise me a stress-free month,” Mom said.

“I’ll promise you a stress-free month,” I said, “as long as you keep my mind off Jenna.”

Mom waited and waited with the newspaper held in front of her. Was she thinking? Was she reading? Was she toying with me? Teasing me? My skin tingled as I waited for her answer.

“Did you want to take some pictures of me?” Mom asked. “Before I go upstairs to work?”

“Yeah,” I said, licking my lips. “I do. Something like… last night?”

“Come on,” Mom said. “Let’s go to the living room and remember that I’m still your mother.”

I nodded my head as my mother stood. Her rib-knit shirt barely covered the bottom cleft of her pussy, which left a whole lot of leg exposed to my eyes. As she passed me, I turned my body along the path of my gaze. Mom didn’t look in my direction, so she didn’t see my erection tenting my shorts, nor did she see my cock jerk when I saw that her shirt didn’t quite cover the bottom of her ass cheeks. As Mom left the kitchen, I followed her to the living room, where she walked to our couch and sat down in the exact spot she had sat last night.

“How would you like me to pose?” Mom asked, adjusting the hem of her shirt, though sitting as she was, it could barely cover her lap, and again, it left her left leg bare to the upward curve of her butt.

I sat down on the opposite end of the couch. How did I want her to pose? With her legs spread and her panties stretched between her knees while she reached down and spread her pink petals wide enough for me to see the inside of her motherly channel. (Lately… I may have been watching too much porn with a little too much blonde pussy gaping.) I wanted to get down to business, but instead….