Unspoken Pleasure

“Whatever you do for me,” I said, “I won’t do to Jenna.” I swirled my tongue around her back door, rimming her butthole until she was soaking wet with my spit.

“Oh,” Mom whispered. “Oh, god, Mark.”

“Reach back, Mom,” I said, “and pull your ass open for me.”

Mom had been looking forward again, but as her hands came back and her fingers cupped the bottoms of her cheeks, she looked over her shoulder one more time. Mom pulled her ass cheeks open for me. As her buns parted, the lips of her pussy spread as well, and I sighed.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Her inner lips were like rose petals in the sunrise, wet and dewy and sticking together. I saw her thick nectar stretch between her inner lips, as delicate as strands of webbed crystal, and they snapped, bursting into invisible teardrops that dispersed through the air.

I sighed again.

It was past time for a taste of my mother’s cunny.

I dragged my right hand from Mom’s thigh and over her ass. Once my palm rested squarely on her crack, I pushed upward, beneath her shirt, and to the center of my mother’s back. I pushed down on her, saying, “Bend over, Mom. I can’t kiss your pussy from this angle.” Through her back, I felt my mother’s heartbeat rise.

Still holding her cheeks open, she bent over at the waist. I slid my left hand around her thigh to her front, where I supported her hip, and I did the same with my right hand, sliding it around her right side and taking hold of her. My arms tensed as her weight pulled forward, but she was a feather in my hands. Her hair fell about her shoulders, and through her legs, which she had parted, I could see her hair hanging down to the room’s wooden floorboards. I moaned as I pressed my tongue against her asshole and licked downward between my mother’s cheeks.

“Fuck,” Mom moaned as I tickled her rear door. She moaned again when I licked her perineum, and she gasped as I moved lower and took the bottom curve of her pussy into my mouth.

“Mmm,” I sighed, straight into her gummy cunnyhole. I pushed my tongue forward, sliding easily through her soft lips and right into the pink depths of her tight insides. Sticky wetness greeted my tongue, and it was like her pussy had decided to return my kiss. Wet, hungry sounds that were beyond perverse filled the living room. The longer I kissed my mother’s pussy, the louder and wetter the sounds became, and it wasn’t long before my mother’s knees bent down and then back up in a horny shuffle as she slid her vertical smile across my face.

I squeezed my mother’s waist hard, pulling her back onto my mouth as my tongue spread her pussy lips and drew out her wetness. She didn’t dance or twerk her cunny meat on my face as Jenna would have. Mom moved slowly, her thighs tensing and her calves flexing. She found a sensual rhythm as my tongue traveled the length of her slit, from the bottom of her hole to the swell of her pleasure-nub. Whenever her clit found my lips, Mom would stop moving, and I’d suck her tiny jewel into my mouth, swishing and pulling it from its hood until Mom pulled her pussy away and humped her slit across my face once more. I could have kept this up forever, but my cock had other plans.

How much of me was my mother ready to let inside of her? I was confident that she’d be willing to take my dick, but despite my craving to feel her silky heat surround my cock, I discovered that I wasn’t in a rush. There was still so much more to do, but I wanted to come, and if there was one thing I had experience in, it was dry fucking Jenna until I nutted in my pants.

I leaned back, pulling Mom with me and keeping her pussy glued to my face, but I could only go back so far before her calves hit the front of the couch, stopping her short as I continued to lean into the backrest. Mom lost her balance and sat down, her butt hitting my stomach and sliding down to my cock, where she sat her pussy along the length of my shaft, pushing it against my thighs and causing an unbearable strain of pleasure to tighten my thickness.

“Uh,” Mom moaned when the hardness of my prick pushed into her through my shorts.

“That’s it, Mom,” I whispered, pressing my lips against the exposed skin of her left shoulder. “This keeps me away from Jenna.”

“Yeah,” Mom panted. “It better.”

I slid my hands to the tops of her thighs and pushed outward as far as I could, then I slid them between her legs with my fingers pointed down, and I spread her open. Mom moaned again, her breathing growing ragged as I pushed my hands deeper between her legs, sliding them along her inner thighs until I bracketed the triangle of her soaking wet muff between my thumbs and forefingers. The tips of my middle finger rested on her perineum while my ring and pinky fingers held the bottom, inside swells of her ass cheeks.

“Mark,” Mom gasped as I squeezed her pussy lips together, puffing out her folds and squishing her clit between her cunny meat.

I squeezed her pussy several times, pushing in and pulling out, puffing her lips outward like the meat of a burger patty. I reached inward, feathering her slit and wetting my fingers, then running their tips along the length of her small crease while teasing the shallowness of her hole with soft penetrations.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” Mom whimpered, her feet settling atop of mine. She pushed down, then, and using her leverage, she ground her ass on my cock, sending bolts of pleasure through my shaft and into my balls.

After several minutes of teasing her pussy, Mom lowered her right hand to mine and pulled my fingers over her cunny, forcing me to cup her clam. She used her middle fingers to push my middle finger into her pussyhole, then she stroked my finger, guiding me in and out of her channel by feel. Her left hand found my left hand, and she pulled my fingers to her pussy as well, only now she had me settle my digits on her clit, and together, as mother and son, we masturbated her pussy while she rode the length of my cock with long strokes of her damp, naked ass.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, still holding her pussy, still pressing my lips against her shoulder. I could taste her lotion and smell hints of vanilla beneath the floral thickness of her cunny’s perfume.

My mother’s ass made my cock tingle through my shorts. I pushed my fingers into her hole, her tightness still surprising me, and her wetness thrilled me. She had soaked my lap, and my shorts lay wetly against my knob, plastered to them as if I had spilled a bottle of scented oil over my cock. Mom’s clit, a rubbery ball of tender flesh, felt thicker than before. I swished and rolled her pearl around her upper lips as I let her hands teach me how to make her pussy sing.

We played like that for some time–Mom, sitting in my lap, her feet braced against mine, her legs taut with strain while I played with her cunnyhole and rubbed her clitty, humping my cock up against her ass. Mom’s moans grew louder, as did mine. Her pussy tightened, despite the cream dripping from her wet channel. My cock strained, aching, and seeking a way to tear through my shorts and push its blunt head into the beauty of my mother’s softness. I nibbled her shoulder, and she hung her head as I bounced her on my lap, taking her for a gentle pony ride in the morning.

“Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god,” Mom whimpered after some time had passed, the pitch of her voice rising and her fingers guiding mine over her clit, moving faster in a circular motion that gently ground her pearl against her pubic bone. “Oh, god, Mark–oh, Mark, oh!”

As she cried out my name, her entire body stiffened, and yet I could sense the energy that she was about to release through the cymbal-like vibrations running through her core. My balls tightened as her pussy walls clamped down on my fingers, and my knob swelled as the first stream of cum filled my shaft, bringing with it a river of pleasure.

Mom came–hard! She shook and trembled, her body dancing with a serpent-like wave from her head down to her toes as she ground her ass and cum-dripping pussy over my cock. My body tensed, my thighs flexing, my cock swelling. I pressed my feet against the floor and pushed my hips forward, lifting my ass and driving my cloth-covered prick into the naked wetness between my mother’s legs. We came together, drenching each other in cum, our juices soaking through my shorts and staining both of our bodies.

“Mom, Mom, Mom,” I whimpered as my cock continued to twitch.

“Mark, oh, Mark… Mark,” Mom whined, her voice growing faint.

I tightened my grip on her pussy, and she tightened her hands over mine, holding me against her cunny as though she could brand my touch upon her sex.

Mom spoke several minutes later as she got up to leave the living room. “I’ll see you again in a few hours,” Mom said. “I have to go to work. Remember your promises.”

“Remember yours,” I called back, turning to watch Mom’s butt bounce up the stairway.