Unspoken Pleasure

After she had finished her meal, the apple core and the banana peel went into her small, desk-side trashcan. She grabbed her water, drank some, and swished it around her mouth before swallowing. Then she drank some more before setting her water down next to a tin of mints.

Mom didn’t look at me as she asked in an almost flat voice, “So, what do I have to do to keep you from being sexual with Jenna today?”

Today? The smart ass in me wanted to remind my mother about this morning, but then I looked at Mom’s monitor, and the MILF on her knees made my dick pulse.

“Jenna promised me,” I said, “that if I saw her today, she’d let me lick her titties.”

“Titties,” Mom said, shaking her head. “The way you teenagers talk. Titties.” She turned her head toward me. “Is that what you like? Titties?”

“I like Jenna’s titties,” I said as a chill tickled my spine. “I like your titties. If I can’t suck yours”–I shrugged as an anxious light entered Mom’s eyes–“I’ll have to suck Jenna’s.”

“If I have no choice but to let you,” Mom whispered, grabbing her mouse and opening one of her desktop folders. Mom looked through her pictures, opening one of a young man sucking on a slender MILF’s big tits. “Then, I have no choice.”

“You don’t,” I whispered.

Mom turned in her chair. She sat with her feet on the ground and her knees spread. I followed the line of her thighs to her pussy, then up her flat stomach with its long muscles running up the center to her breasts. Her nipples looked harder than before.

Mom licked her lips and said, “Well, get on with it, Mark. I still have to finish my work.”

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I walked forward. Mom slid her small butt up her chair, far enough forward that her pussy hung over the edge, but not her asshole. I knelt as I approached her, and she spread her knees wide, opening her cunny lips as well as her thighs. My fingertips tingled. They remembered the feel of her muffin.

Mom’s office chair sat high, but even on my knees, I stood eye to eye with her. I pushed forward, my cloth-covered knob bumping into her pussy, and she inhaled sharply as her hips jerked back and her shoulders straightened. A loan sounded in the back of her throat, and she looked at me with closed lips as heavy breaths fell from her nostrils. The depth of my mother’s gaze almost stopped my heart with its intensity. Where were those tears from last night? Today, all I saw was hunger.

I didn’t try to kiss my mother when I moved forward. She turned her head to the side, giving me room to lower my mouth to her right breast. There were several strands of hair covering her perky peach, and I brushed them aside with my left hand. My fingertips feathered her skin, and small goosebumps rose where they passed. I lowered my mouth to my mother’s tit. She grabbed onto the arms of her chair, her knuckles turning white as I opened my mouth and fastened my lips around her thick nipple and perfectly round areola.

“Ah,” Mom moaned, pushing her chest forward.

I sucked, my cheeks caving in as Mom’s nipples stretched beyond my lips. I pushed my tongue against its underside, forcing the nub to the roof of my mouth as I licked around its bottom. As I sucked, my hands came up, acting on instinct. I took my mother’s left breast in my right hand, capturing the bottom of it in the curve between my thumb and forefinger. My left hand did the same to her right tit, and I squeezed them at the same time, forcing her nipples upward and swelling them under the pressure of my grip.

“Oh, fuck,” Mom whisper-hissed, turning her head forward and speaking her words of pleasure into my ear.

I sucked harder, licking her nipple, then pulling back and nipping at it. Mom’s body jerked. She spread her knees wider, arching her back as much as she could and forcing more of her breast into my mouth. She started to move, her body undulating forward and back as her butt ground against the edge of the seat, like a woman in desperate need of a piss.

My mother’s breast tasted of vanilla, and it was slick with my spit and smooth with her body lotion. I released her nipple, kissing my way to her other tit while squeezing her right breast again as I pinched her nubs between my thumbs and forefingers. Mom moaned as I pulled and twisted her puckered flesh with my fingers, and when I closed my mouth over her left tit, swallowing half her breast as though I were some giant, she released a high-pitch whimper that coaxed a healthy dose of precum from my balls.

Mom’s loud moans, coupled with her wiggling, drove me to greater speeds. I tightened my grip on her tits, forcing another whimper from her throat as I coned them outward for my mouth. I tasted one, then the other, then the other, then the other, licking and sucking, nipping and biting and pulling on her nipples without mercy. Mom’s wiggled her ass harder, faster, and she let go of the chair’s arms and placed her hands on my shirtless body.

She rubbed my ribs, my back, and my shoulders, digging her short nails into my skin and sending spasms through my flesh. As I sucked on her right tit, I dropped my right hand to her pussy, cupped her, squeezed her, collecting her pussy juices before I brought my hand back up, painting her breast with her silky cream. I switched breasts, tasting her pussy juices on my tongue, and I dropped my left hand to her cunny, taking her soft warmth into my palm.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Mom whined, her voice rising in pitch as she rocked her pussy on my digits. I stiffened them as she pulled her ass back, and on her return grind, my finger pushed past her inner lips and filled her tiny fuck-hole to the last knuckles, forcing a surprised, throaty grunt from her lungs.