Unspoken Pleasure

I carried Mom down the shortcut hallway into the living room. Her lips never left mine. Her tongue caressed me as I dipped my fingertips between her thighs, sliding them along the length of her small cunnyhole. I found her clam dewy and wet, sticky to the touch, with a layer of honey that made soft, sticky sounds whenever I dipped my fingers into her. Unable to help myself, I reached upward through my mother’s butt crack with my middle fingers and lubricated her asshole with her juices.

“Ooh, baby,” Mom whispered against my lips. “You like to get nasty with Mommy, don’t you, baby?”

“I take after you,” I whispered, prodding her butthole but not trying to enter her puckered backdoor. “You’re getting nastier by the hour.”

“Uh-huh,” Mom said in a throaty voice, nodding her head while wearing a doe-eyed, pouty look. “That’s because your father won’t let me be naughty with him.” Mom pouted. “He’ll never let me be as nasty as I want to be.”

I had to ask her about that later as I sat her on the back of the couch. I leaned down, bending my knees, and hunching my back as I took my mother’s right tit into my mouth. I sucked inward, hard, pulling backward and taking her tit flesh with me, then her areola, followed by her nipples. Her breast meat snapped away with a wet sound, and I moved to her other nub, suckling on it like a starving child.

“Oh, Mark,” Mom huffed, “I love how you suck my tits. Mmm, fuck, you’re a bad boy.”

“I love how they fit in my mouth,” I whispered. “But now I need to come. Lie down on the couch.”

“Wait,” Mom said, taking me by the cheeks and planting several kisses on my lips. “We don’t have the time to do this right.” She slid her hand down my abdominals, around my cock, and cupped my balls, making my hips jerk and my back arch. “I want you to lie down, and I’ll slide my pussy over your prick if that’s what I have to do.”

“Oh, god,” I moaned. We didn’t have time to do this right! I was so fucking close! “That’s what you have to do.” I swallowed, trying not to come as Mom’s ball-caressing fingers filled my sack with pleasure. “And tomorrow–oh, fuck, Mom, tomorrow–we can do it right, right?”

Mom uttered a throaty laugh and whispered, “Yeah, if you make me.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I groaned again and picked my mother up by her ass. Turning, I slid my right leg over the back of the couch and planted my foot on the center cushion, and then I slid my left leg over the backrest, taking Mom with me as I slid down the backrest and sat on the couch lengthwise against the armrest.

“Oh,” Mom said, laughing while I held her pussy above my cock. “So strong, baby. So fucking strong.”

“I like it when you do things for me,” I said.

“A mother does what a mother has to do.” As she said the word, mother, a new spark of excitement flared in her eyes. “A mother does what she has to do… for her son.”

Mom kissed me hard, bruising my lips as she forced her tongue into my mouth. I set her down, the underside her pussy kissing the underside of my glans and sending my cock against my stomach. A quick throb of pleasure soothed the ache between my legs as Mom slid her pussy down my shaft and rested her cunny lips against my balls. She pushed on my shoulders and then my chest, forcing me to lay down as her lips stayed connected to mine until neither of us had any breath left to spare.

“Remember this moment,” Mom whispered, looking into my eyes. “You can’t fuck Jenna, so whenever you have the urge for some pussy, you have to come home for it… to me.” Mom humped her hips forward, her twat feathering my prick from my balls to my crown. “Momma”–her smile widened into something sinister–“is who you have to come to for your daily dose of pussy.”

I moaned, my balls tightening with every naughty word that left my mother’s mouth.

“I have all the pussy you need between my legs,” Mom said, her words trembling as they left her lips. She mashed her twat against my pole. Her pussy lips spread to either side of my shaft, bulging against the insides of her slender thighs, her flesh so soft and tender that it felt like warm butter oozing around my hard-on. “Whenever you want it… to keep you out of trouble.”

“Fuck, Mom,” I said, grabbing onto her sides, above her hips, where her skin was softer and more welcoming to my touch.

“But, when your father is here,” she panted, her eyes widening as a smile spread across her lips, “you’ll have to make me surrender my pussy to you.” She moaned as she slid her dripping wet snatch down my shaft and against my balls. “You’ll just have to take it from me–oh, fuck!” She had pulled her hips back and leaned forward, pressing her clit against the thick under-vein running along my shaft. “You’ll have to make me do it.”

I bucked my hips, thrusting my cock through Mom’s dripping wet slit as she held my dick tight to my stomach with her snatch. My knob touched her hole, the heat within creating a vaporous steam that left my pole wet. I slammed my hips upward, our bodies smacking together as my hips hit the backs of her thighs–my sack spanking her ass.

Mom whimpered, biting her lower lip.

I humped my hips upward again, moaning loud and breathing hard.

Mom leaned forward, bracing her palms against my chest and digging her fingertips into my skin.

I moaned as sharp bolts of pleasure raced through me.

Mom Groaned.

She pumped her hips forward and back, spreading her knees and rowing her creamy softness over my dick from back to front to back to front, pausing to wiggle her pussy lips and clit against my solid bar of thickness. While Mom’s clit ground against my shaft, she would release several whines of pleasure before repeating her motions harder and faster than before. As she rode the length of my cock, she arched her back and reached behind her ass, cupping my balls with her right hand.

“Fuck, Mom,” I gasped as her gentle touch stood my short hairs on end. “That’s so fucking hot.”

I slid my left hand from her side to her ass and my right upward, palming her left breast with my fingers pointed straight up, then turning them outward so I could cup the side of her tit. I rubbed her nipple in circles, then caught the puckered nub between my fingers and pulled. Mom gasped. I strummed the pebbled tip while Mom dropped her head back and filled the living with quick, excited whimpers whose meaning I recognized–she was close to coming.