Unspoken Pleasure

My right hand found Mom’s left hand, and I pulled it to my mouth and kissed the back of it. She purred, rubbing her thighs together as I sat up and swung my left knee over her waist, straddling her. Mom pulled my hand to her mouth, first kissing my fingers and then sucking my thumb between her lips when I pressed it to her flesh.

“Mom,” I whispered, “since your pussy is mine, and you’re my slut”–my heart hammered against my chest, though my cock only inflated to a half-hard, floppy salami–“from now on, I want you to ask me for permission before you have sex with Dad.”

Mom’s eyes widened, then narrowed, and she sucked my thumb into her mouth before saying, “Okay, baby,” in a wet, muffled tone. Her eyes flickered to my cock. “But, let’s give that big boy a rest. I’ve earned a break from your dick.” She glanced at my half-stiff cock, her expression turning into a soft, hopeful plea. “Haven’t I?”

“Yeah,” I said as my cock strained to get fully hard–I had come too much already. “But I’ll see you later tonight.”

“Okay,” Mom said, releasing my thumb. “I’ll be ready.”

I left her room, grabbed our lunch, warmed it up, and brought it to my mother in her office. I found her as naked as I was, but I went back to my room for some rest.

Lots of rest.

* * * * *

I don’t know how my mother stayed awake to work, but she did. My eyes shut before I hit my bed, sending me off to a dreamland where my father and I smoked cigars and drank brandy while my mother danced for us atop a white-clothed table while wearing a fedora and satin lingerie. When I woke, it was past time for my father to be home, and I had missed a text from Jenna that read, I’m going to do it. OMG! Wish me luck!

That was hours ago. I knew she was going to put her dad to the decision today, and so, with a rising heartbeat, I texted her, Good luck. Love you. I whispered those words while I typed them. A smile spread across my lips when I felt the same warmth for Jenna that I always did. A man could love two women, for whatever reasons, but now I had to find a way to let Jenna in on my secret–with Mom’s permission.

One day, I told myself. Let’s wait until we’re married.

Fear hit me, followed by laughter. I rose from my bed to shower and change into a fresh pair of jeans and a body-hugging T-shirt. Jenna hadn’t returned my text, so I went downstairs with my phone in my pocket.

Dad was walking down the shortcut hallway with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a smile on his face. “It’s about time you got up,” he said, giving me the old wink and a gun hello. “I know this is your summer of fun–or laziness–and you’ve earned it, but try not to sleep all day long.”

I laughed and said, “I’m trying to get enough sleep for the both of us,” as I hit the landing.

“I have that covered,” Dad said, raising his glass of whiskey. “Two of these and a pill, and I’m out until morning.” He stopped. “When do summer workouts begin?”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“They’re optional,” I said, on my way to the kitchen, “but encouraged.” I didn’t want to think about sports. I was good at what I did, but Division I colleges weren’t looking at me. My athletic talent could earn me a walk-on somewhere, but that was about it.

“Then I’m encouraging you to get your butt to those workouts,” Dad said as he sat down on his favorite couch. “You can lounge about when you’re old.”

I laughed as I disappeared down the hallway.

I entered the kitchen, not seeing my mother from the hallway, but I could hear her moving things around in the refrigerator. I turned to the right, seeing Mom with her head in the fridge. A pale yellow summer dress adorned her body, the cotton thin with the illusion of transparency. Mom’s slender legs seemed to glow as they flowed from beneath the hem to her small feet. The dress’ neckline wrapped around Mom’s neck and hid her breasts, but it left her back, shoulders, and arms bare. She had worn her hair down tonight, and my cock twitched when I remembered how I had gathered her hair in a single rein to hold up her head.

“You know what’s strange,” I said. It wasn’t a question. “You no longer have to ask me how my day was. You already know.”

Mom smiled, turning her head toward me, and said, “Maybe it’s all that small talk that keeps most mothers and their sons from trying new things.”

I moved forward, coming up behind her and sliding my hands around her waist.

“Where’s your father?” Mom asked, bending forward, her ass pushing back at me as she reached for a single serving container of yogurt.

“Living room,” I said.

“Listen for him if you’re going to touch me.” Mom straightened her body and stepped back, walking me toward the kitchen island. “We don’t want to get into trouble.”

I hit the edge of the island and pulled Mom to me. She sighed as I slipped out from behind her and let her lean against the marble top. “I need a spoon,” she said. I opened the utensil drawer, grabbed one, and handed it to her as she peeled the foil covering from her container. “You hungry?”

Mom dipped her spoon into the yogurt and pulled out a small scoop. I stepped toward her, opening my mouth as she slid the spoon between my lips. I closed them, and she pulled the spoon away, leaving the cool yogurt in my mouth.

“Are you still hungry?” Mom asked.

I nodded my head, whispering, “Yeah.”

“Show me,” Mom whispered, leaning back against the island and stepping her right leg to the side. The angle of her body pushed her mound outward, and I lowered myself to my knees as my mother dipped her spoon back into the yogurt….

My mouth made wet sounds against my mother’s pussy lips. She continued leaning back, pushing her twat toward my mouth, her bright blonde pubes wet with spit and the cunny juice coating my tongue. She ate her yogurt, her eyes looking toward the shortcut hallway as she strained her head to my left, then turned her eyes toward the dining room, then back to the hallway, then the dining room, ever-moving as I pushed my tongue into her yummy pussyhole and licked her creamy, pink walls.

I tried to capture my mother’s eyes when I pressed the topside of my tongue against her smooth pearl, my mouth closing over her clitoral hood and the upper portion of her pussy lips above her pussyhole. I sucked. Mom trembled, her mouth twitching and her eyes narrowing, her lips pulling inward and outward into a sexy, pouty pucker. I ran my hands over the front of her thighs, then their sides, and around to her hamstrings, where I moved up to her ass and cupped her cheeks in my palms.

“Mmm,” Mom sighed as my fingers moved to her crack. “Ah.” My right hand went between her legs, feathering the curve of her muffin from behind. I loved how a woman’s pussy was made to be reached from all angles. “Ooh.” The middle finger of my left hand pressed against my mother’s rosebud, her pucker damp with sweat from the heat between her cheeks. “I think–I hear–your father!”