Unspoken Pleasure

“My dad is pounding my mom hard,” Jenna whispered through the phone, her voice so low that I had to strain to hear her. “Listen.”

I was sitting on my bed with my shoulders hunched and my head tilted downward as if by making myself smaller, I’d be able to hear her better.

“Can you hear my mother?” Jenna asked.

“I can barely hear you,” I said.

“Sorry,” Jenna whispered. “I can hear her through the door. She’s grunting, like those girls on Pornhub who are taking so much dick they can’t think.”

I laughed.

“Am I sick for thinking this is hot?” Jenna asked. “I’m so wet right now.”

“No,” I said, “you’re not sick. It’s natural. I’ve seen my parents have sex.”

“Yeah?” Jenna’s voice caught. “Tell me about it.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Maybe,” she whispered, and I could picture her face, embarrassed and apologetic for getting caught, but with a, well, what did you expect, glint in her eyes.

“Are your fingers inside or outside of your panties?”

“I’m not wearing panties, but I have my fingers on my pussy from the side, through the leg hole of my shorts.” Jenna moaned, using the back of her throat to create a quiet yet high-pitched whimper. “My pussy is soaked.”

“It was no big deal when I saw my parents,” I said. “I was walking downstairs, and my dad was on one of the side couches, passed out from his sleeping pills. Mom was on top of him, riding him, but facing away from him and me.”

“Like a cowgirl,” Jenna whispered. “A reverse cowgirl. Your mom is fucking sexy. I hope I’m that hot when I’m older.”

“You will be.” I laughed. “Your Mom is hot too.”

“Shut up,” Jenna whispered. “God, she’s getting fucked hard right now. Baby?”

“Yeah?” I asked, my cock swelling.

“I need to put down the phone,” Jenna whispered. “I need two hands for this.”

“You’re going to masturbate to your parents?” My knob tingled so much that I had to squeeze my crown through my shorts.

“I’m going to come to their sounds.” Jenna made a frustrated noise. “But thanks to you, maybe now I’m going to end up picturing them as well. Love you, and we’ll be fucking soon.”

“Hey,” I said, “when your father caves into us, I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.”

“I know,” Jenna whispered, her voice trembling. “And you better. Love you.”

“Love you,” I said.

If this had been a week earlier, I’d have begged Jenna to let me listen to her, but now I had Mom to help me alleviate the blue that Jenna put in my balls. I looked at the time on my phone. It was half an hour past eight. If Dad wasn’t bullshitting me, then he should be asleep and unable to wake up for another nine and a half hours. I took a deep breath, then another. My cock grew, and my heartbeat rose as I considered going to my parents’ room.

“I better wait,” I mumbled as my shaft straightened out. I pushed my shorts down my legs, kicking them to the floor and giving my cock the room it needed to breathe. I was naked now. My dick always felt bigger whenever I was naked and hard, and the pressure of my clothes was no longer pressing down on my shaft, restricting my cock’s freedom.

I checked the time again.

A minute had passed.

Fuck.

The next twenty-nine minutes rolled by with the momentum of a steamroller. In the past, after I had discovered porn, two hours of watching shaved pussy or thick MILF muff would have felt like a couple of minutes going by. But now, knowing that my mother was down the hallway and mine to play with as my father slept made every second of those twenty-nine minutes slide forward in super-slow motion.

Fuck.

I stood.

I paced.

I dropped onto the floor and did some push-ups, getting the blood into my muscles and making them swell. Would Mom appreciate that? I could still remember when my father was as lean as I was. Now he was slender, with long muscles, but they didn’t cord his body the way mine could and did when I was hitting the gym on a schedule.

Time continued to tick down. My cock hardened, then softened, then hardened again with the slightest thought of my mother and what her reaction would be once I walked into her bedroom to take her. Worry, fear, anger, frustration–I pictured everything, and each scenario ended with Mom pretending to resist me but always giving in.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

My imagination flashed to when I had caught Mom riding Dad. He hadn’t woken until after he had come, and even then, he sounded out of it. He hadn’t been drinking that night. Could I make Mom suck his cock while I ate her from behind? My cock swelled until it hurt as a new scenario unfolded within my mind: Mom, climbing atop Dad as she had the other night, only now she was leaning forward and taking my dick into her mouth. That scenario continued, shimmering and blending until Mom was riding Dad while facing him, and I was climbing behind her with my thick, missile-shaped knob aiming straight for her virgin asshole–

I looked at the clock with my cock in my hand.

It was nine.

I stood, walked out of my room and down the hallway. Looking toward the floor, I saw no light slipping from the crack beneath my parents’ door. Was Mom asleep? Would I have to wake her? Was I pushing it? Was she really not expecting me? You wouldn’t dare. She had said those words with that smile on her face, calling me cute but silly.

I stood outside of her room with my heart delivering hammer blows to my breastbone and my common sense pushing back against what had been my righteous desire during the past half-hour. My cock throbbed, and my balls tightened, warning me that it was going to be a painful night for us if I didn’t get my ass in there and nut in my mother’s mouth. My common sense melted, and I grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door open.

Of all the scenarios I had imagined, I had not expected the one that greeted my eyes. Shades of darkness occupied ninety-nine percent of the room. A nightlight next to Mom’s bed shined down upon her face, where sat the large reading glasses she only wore by lamplight. On her breasts sat a small, paperback romance novel. She looked up at me, regarding me with a flat expression as she turned to her right and set her book down with her left hand, having to reach across her body. When she rolled back to her original position, she grabbed the edge of her comforter with her left hand and swept it across her body, unveiling her nakedness to me.