Unspoken Pleasure

Mom purred, squeezing my balls and causing my cock to bend against my jean’s threaded fibers. She tore my leather belt apart, unfastened the buckle, and then the button holding my pants together. I had to lift my hips as Mom worked the zipper down and my pants open, fishing out my bent pole until it straightened. She spat on my knob, then gave my warm meat a few rod-wetting strokes with her right hand before she took my thick cock in her left hand and faced forward again.

“Do you want me to fist-pump this big dick, Mark?” Mom spread her legs and pulled her skirt up. “Is that what you want your mother to do for you, baby?”

“Yeah,” I said, stopping at a light and looking around the street. There were other SUVs around, but Mom had tinted her windows as dark as the law allowed, maybe darker, but one look at Mom had always been enough for a police officer to let her off with a warning (not that she got pulled over often, just maybe more than most people). “I want you to get your hand wet and jerk off your son’s hard cock.”

My heartbeat hammered beneath my chest.

“You’re a bad fucking boy,” Mom purred, taking her hand from my cock and placing it between her legs. She rubbed the front of her panties, digging her fingers between her lips and forcing the dental floss up into her silky folds. After several soft sighs, Mom lifted her hand to her mouth and spat in her palm. Smiling, she reached over with her left hand and gripped my cock’s crown as she lowered her right hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy some more.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

The lights stayed green for me as Mom stroked my cock, varying the tightness of her grip and adjusting how much skin she pulled up around my knob. She jerked me fast, then slow, then she tugged my cock in her direction. She played with her pussy the entire time, using the same rhythm on her clit as she did on my prick. She laughed when I pulled into a residential street a block away from Biggie’s Burgers, and she started a slow, teasing stroke that spread my precum into her palm.

“Baby,” Mom pouted, “I’m hungry.”

“Okay,” I said, turning back onto the street and driving to our destination–but looking back, I don’t think Okay was what Mom had wanted me to say, because….

Mom spoke again once we pulled up to the drive-through speaker, saying, “Oh, I can’t wait for a thick, juicy burger, Mark, but that’s okay because there’s a big piece of meat right here, isn’t there?” Mom turned her upper body toward me, angling her knees in the same direction. She lowered her head to my lap, taking my glans into her open mouth with one quick swallow, followed by an mmm sound.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned into the drive-through speaker.

“Hello,” a young woman’s voice said through the speaker. “Welcome to Biggie’s Burgers, home of the biggest burgers in the world. How may I help you this afternoon?”

“Uh,” I half-moaned, “that’s a good question. Mom, what do you want?”

“Mmm, umm, mmm, mwah,” Mom hummed around my cock, every sound she uttered came out thick and slobbery.

“Um,” I said, my voice tightening, “I’ll take two of your Jumbo Burgers with extra sauce and meat.”

Mom purred around my cock, her blowjob turning sloppy and wet and her hungry sounds growing louder. Spit slid down my shaft as Mom opened her jaw wide, wiggling her head side-to-side as she fought to take down more of my hard salami.

“I’m sorry, sir, did you want an extra patty on those burgers?”

“No,” I said, gritting my teeth as my knob slipped into Mom’s throat. She gagged, sputtered, and kept going. “Just–uh–extra bacon.”

My cock curved into Mom’s throat, the new strain against my shaft tightened my balls. Her lips made contact with my short hairs, and Mom gagged again, choking and coughing. She tried to come up, but my mother’s strain had ignited a buzzing in my nuts that wasn’t going away. As I settled our order, I put my right hand on Mom’s head and held her down on my cock. Mom fought to get up, coughing again, and I thanked the drive-through girl for our order and moved forward in line. Mom sputtered, her throat grinding against my knob, and then she palmed my nuts, and I lost it. My shaft swelled with cum. A moment later, I made a sticky deposit into my mother’s tummy.

Mom was still gulping down my seed when we pulled up to the window. The drive-through attendant, a petite Latina teen–who I think I recognized from school–looked into Mom’s SUV. Her hands went to her mouth, and her dark eyes grew wide. I smiled with as much of an I’m sorry expression on my face as I could manage, but she wasn’t looking at my face, thank god. Mom dragged her lips up my cock, stopping with my glans still in her mouth, and she pumped my cock several times, pulling out the last of my spunk.

“I’m sorry,” I mouthed to the attendant as I tried to put my cock away, which hadn’t gone soft, not with this girl looking into the car, right at my dick. Her eyes never ventured to my face.

Mom wiped her mouth and grabbed her purse from the backseat, and then she asked, “I’m sorry, dear, how much was that again?”

Back on the street, Mom asked, “That was fun.” She looked at my lap. “You’re still excited.”

“It won’t go down,” I said.

“Your cock won’t go down, baby,” Mom said. “Talk to me properly. So, did getting caught turn you on?”

“Did it turn you on?”

“Yes,” Mom said, laughing. “These are the things your father would never let me do. We’d come so close to being nasty, but he could never follow through. I’ve been thinking about something lately….” Mom looked out the window. “We need to make a quick stop. I need to buy something.”

“Where are we going?” I asked; the smell of the double cheeseburgers and crispy fries had already made my mouth water.

“Pink’s Playground,” Mom said. “It’s a strip club.”

“I,” I said, cocking my head, “know what it is.”

“You do?”

“We’re going there as soon a Billy turns eighteen, I said, mentioning the youngest of my friends. Speaking of friends, I hadn’t talked to anyone but Jenna since my mother had started teasing me. My mother fucking owned me. Shit.

“Do you know the way?” Mom asked.

“I do,” I said.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do in that place, and you’re father almost let me once, for my birthday, but….” Mom shook her head. “Drive on.”

I had no idea what Mom planned to buy or do at Pink’s Playground, but I had visions of a stripper lineup, each girl topless and wearing a micro G-string that glowed with the power of neon sex. White girls, black girls, Asian girls, Mexican girls, Indian Girls–they danced in my head–a potluck of pussy that Mom wanted to buy for me. Jenna tried to poke her head into my fantasy, which only made me harder. Lap dances weren’t cheating. As it turned out, dancing pussy was not on my mother’s shopping list.