Unspoken Pleasure

My cock remembered too, swelling and thickening; the new tightness in my boardshorts made me grimace as I tried to get comfortable. Was Mom watching as my hard-on grew?

I was sitting on the side next to Mom’s chair, and she had angled her head in our direction. Was she enjoying this? I wasn’t a mind reader, and normally I wouldn’t have asked, but I was going to ask her about this after Jenna had left. This was not my mother from a few days ago. This wasn’t even my mother from a few hours ago.

Touch your girl, my cock yelled at me.

So I did.

“Undo your bra,” I said loud enough for my mother to hear. “Unless you want an uneven tan.”

“Is that okay, Mrs. Hornsby?” Jenna asked, looking at me over her shoulder and raising an eyebrow.

“As long as you behave yourselves,” Mom said in a low tone. “But your bottoms stay on. This isn’t my living room.”

Jenna looked at me, her cheeks rosy. She had to say that, didn’t she, her smile said. Her fingers went to her back, undoing her bowtie and then her necktie. Her laces dropped to the lounge chair, and the sides of my girlfriend’s breast settled against the cushions.

I turned my left hand over, dumping the oil into the center of Jenna’s back. My right hand followed, pushing into the warm pool, displacing it across Jenna’s skin. She had young skin–taut skin–that felt thicker than my mother’s, but there wasn’t much difference between how they made me feel. I moved my hands over Jenna’s shoulders, rubbing them and slipping my thumbs across her neck. Jenna pulled her long hair to the front, and as I swept my fingers from her neck to her shoulders and biceps, goosebumps rose across her flesh.

“Might as well massage me, too,” Jenna whispered, a wide, playful smile on her lips. Massage me was our secret code to play out the massage creep porn scenes that we had watched together on adult websites.

I didn’t bother asking my mother for permission to massage my girlfriend. There was no way of knowing what Mom was willing to let us get away with or why she had allowed us to do this in the first place. So, I pushed my fingers into Jenna’s skin, rubbing the oil between her shoulder blades and onto her lower back, tracing her spine and getting a quick thrill from the firmness of her body. Jenna uttered several moans, nothing too sexual, soft at first, but as my mother continued to lay silent on her lounge chair, Jenna’s utterances gained some volume.

After I had finished her back, I moved to her sides. The heels of my palms touched her panty line as I rubbed the oil into her skin. I moved upward from her sides to her ribs, cupping her body and resting my fingers along her front while my thumbs slid along her back. As I approached the side of Jenna’s breasts, her body tensed, and she turned her face to the left, looking away from my mother. Oil from her back ran down the sides of her tits in thin rivulets, and those, along with the oil coating my fingers, made her perky titties shine as I ran my finger over their soft, outer bulges.

“Ooh,” Jenna said in a low whisper of breath that was more like a sigh than a spoken word.

I pushed into the sides of her tits, feeling the buoyancy of her teenage mounds. Mom’s breasts had bounced back after I had squeezed them, but Jenna’s reacted faster, with more perkiness, but Mom’s tits allowed me to mold my hands to them without a fight. I couldn’t have said whose I liked better based on feeling alone. (I don’t know how any man could choose another woman over his mother or the woman he loved.)

My hands had to keep moving down her body before I busted a nut in my shorts. What was my mother thinking? I let my gaze drift over Mom’s body, admiring her puckered nipples as they pointed skyward, then her flat stomach, and then the patch of cloth over her cunny that gripped her meat so tight I could see the outline of her slit. I couldn’t tell if my mother was wet, her black nylon made that impossible, but I believed she was.

I’m going to find out as soon as Jenna goes home.

Moving my gaze away from my mother’s 3-D twat so I could concentrate on Jenna, I slid down the lounge chair so that my ass was near Jenna’s knees, giving me the perfect angle to reach forward and run my hands over the thick meat of round butt.

I grabbed more oil, lubing my left hand, and then, smiling as I did it, I turned the bottle over and poured streams of oil all over Jenna’s ass. The thick liquid splashed across her backside, spreading out like bursts of paint with thicker fingers at the ends of their arms. I held the bottle over Jenna’s crack and poured oil over her thong, making her tense, but Mom said nothing. I moved lower, hitting her lower cheeks and the small gap between her thighs, the gusset of her thong soaking up as much of the oil as possible. Jenna spread her legs until the right one hit my thigh. I drizzled more of the oil along her outer pussy lips. My girlfriend ran her left hand–the hand farthest from my mother–between her legs from below, grabbed her panties. She pulled them tight between her thighs, giving her cunny a small wedgie and exposing more of her succulent pussy lips to me.

I sighed aloud, then looked at my mother. She still hadn’t moved. She still had her head angled in our direction. She’s not faking sleep, I thought, but whatever this game was, I wasn’t going to go beyond the rules she had given me–although whatever Jenna did on her own was beyond my control.

I reached out with my hands, my fingers stretching, and my palms open and wide, ready to grasp my girlfriend’s teen ass. Was Mom going to stop me with a gotcha moment? I don’t know why I thought she would, but I did–it made no sense, but neither did this. My hands hovered over Jenna’s cheeks. She inhaled, her breath shaky as my shadow loomed over her backside. I lowered my hands, sensing her cheeks before I touched them, and then I had her bubble butt in my hands, and despite the thick size of her golden apple, my hands nearly swallowed her cheeks whole.

She looks so small next to me, I thought, and given that she was only eighteen, no wonder her father worried about what I wanted to do to his daughter. Poor guy. But then I spread his little girl’s ass cheeks wide, forgetting all about him.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Jenna giggled, then she sighed as I held her cheeks open. Had she been naked, I would have seen her asshole struggle to wink at me. She moved her hips upward, wiggling them as well, fighting the pressure of my hands. My oiled palms slid off her cheeks, allowing her crack to close, then I grabbed the bottoms of her cheeks with my thumbs, resting them on the inward curve of her twin hams, and I pushed upward.

The tips of my thumbs pressed into her crack, rubbing her nylon thong but not moving under the fabric. I dug the heels of my palms into her backside, tenderizing her meat and muscles and driving goosebumps up her spine. Jenna bit back a moan, but there was no mistaking how good my hands were making her feel. There was a smile on her face, something between pleasure, excitement, and nervousness. I thought back to the moments we had tried to flaunt our sexuality before our parents’ eyes–god, what was wrong with us?

I dragged my thumbs downward through her crack, then slid my fingers to the outside of her thighs. I moved upward, oiling her hips and swinging back down over her cheeks, spreading them again as I worked my touch to the bottom swells of her buttocks. I spread her lower cheeks open, the tight flesh creasing against her thigh and sweeping inward toward her cunny. Jenna sighed again as the pressure causing her lower cheeks to open also spread her pussy lips apart, which allowed more of her thong to seep into her steamy cleft, nearly exposing her inner folds.

Where the treasure lay.