Unspoken Pleasure

“Are you sure you want a taste?” Jenna asked, whispering. “I mean, don’t we have to be careful? Don’t we have to wait until my dad says it’s okay for you to fuck me?”

“Now you turn into a tease,” I whispered, groaning and leaning forward.

“Uh-uh.” Jenna pulled her hand away from my mouth and shoved her honey-drenched fingers between her lips. She sucked, making wet sounds and humming as though she were satisfying her hunger. “Go down there and get a taste if you need one so badly.”

I groaned, closing my eyes and said, “I–”

“Ahem,” Mom said and not from behind the couch but from in front of us. She had walked around the dining room and into the living room, and she had a full view of Jenna lying on the couch with her skirt on her tummy and her pussy out in the open, saying hello to anyone who cared for a peek. I knew that that was what my mother could see, and I hadn’t even opened my eyes to check.

“I wasn’t doing anything,” I said, keeping my eyes closed.

“Jenna,” Mom said, “you need to pull your skirt down and cover up your virginity. It doesn’t matter how pretty it is; you should leave it to Mark’s imagination.”

“Yes, Mrs. Hornsby,” Jenna said, shifting on the couch as she adjusted her skirt.

I kept my eyes closed, my breathing rising while I fought to keep calm.

“And Jenna,” Mom said.

“Yes?”

“You should start wearing panties when you’re in my home.”

“Yes, Mrs. Hornsby,” Jenna said.

I opened my eyes. Jenna’s entire body had turned bright pink. Breathing deeply to calm myself, I turned my head and looked at my mother.

“Do you know what you two need?” Mom asked, and before we could answer, she continued with: “A swim. A dip in the pool will cool you off. Go and change into your bikini, Jenna, and meet us in the backyard.”

“Yes, Mrs. Hornsby,” Jenna said, sliding off the couch and hurrying to the door. She left, leaving me alone with Mom.

“I didn’t touch her,” I said. “I promised that.”

“You didn’t?” Mom asked, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.

“We pecked each other on the lips a couple of times.” I shrugged. “Smooches. It’s the same kind of kiss grandma would give me, puckered lips and nothing else.”

“Not even passion?” Mom asked. “I don’t believe that you’d kiss Jenna the same way you’d kiss your grandmother.”

“I….” I said and shook my head.

“Come here.”

I stood and walked over to Mom, unable to speak. My heart sped up the way it would when I was a kid whenever I couldn’t tell if I was about to get an ear full of my mother’s anger or not. I had fingered my mother. I had licked her asshole and eaten her pussy–I had made my mother come, and I had had my cock in her mouth, yet Mom was still able to be just my mother.

“Your Jenna is a bad girl,” Mom said as I stopped in front of her. “Coming into my home without her panties and then trying to tempt my son with her young pussy.”

Holy shit. Mom’s words made my cock tingle, and the tightness beneath my jeans pressed down on my prick hard, forcing me to flex my cock to fight the discomfort.

“I didn’t do that for your father until I was eighteen,” Mom whispered. “And a half.”

“There’s a lot of experience in that half,” I said.

“Shut up, smartass.” Mom licked her lips. “Give me your right hand.”

I lifted my hand, and Mom took it. She looked at my fingers while pressing her thumbs into my palm and her fingertips into the back of my hand. For the next minute, Mom turned my hand back and forth, her eyes drifting over every line of my digits, then she folded all but my middle finger down and looked me in the eye with a sudden meekness. She opened her mouth in a small ‘O’ while leaning forward and sliding her lips over the tip of my finger. Her eyes never left mine.

“Umm,” I moaned as Mom’s tongue swirled around my digit. She lowered her mouth over my finger, never breaking contact eye contact with me. She took me down to the last knuckle, then withdrew, then moved down again, then withdrew, picking up speed as her lips tightened around on my digit width.

“Mmm, mmm, umm, mmm,” Mom moaned around my finger, leaving her saliva behind. She pushed my ring finger alongside my middle and sucked it one into her mouth. She changed the angle of her sucking, rolling her head to the left and right, varying the depths of her head-bobbing and the pitch of the hungry sounds that left her throat while never breaking contact with my eyes.

My cock tightened, and my balls constricted. A buzzing sensation swam through me as my heart sped up, and precum dripped from my knob. Mom sucked my fingers for a minute, though time had stopped for me, and in my world, nothing existed but my mother and her slow, seductive finger sucking.

Mom slipped her lips from my fingers and whispered in a trembling voice, “I believe you. The only pussy I can taste on your fingers is mine.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Mom,” I said, sighing. “We should go upstairs.”

Mom’s lips pulled into a sudden, amused smile, and she said, “We should go upstairs and change into our swimsuits. Jenna’s coming back soon, and judging by the pictures she lets you take of her, she’ll be wearing next to nothing since I’m here.”

My eyes widened: Jenna!

“We need to change,” Mom said.

“We?” I asked.

“Yes,” Mom said, “I’m going to chaperone your date.”