Unspoken Pleasure

Brad was thrilled when his mother’s pussy slowly opened and beads of moisture formed along the parted pink lips. His cock throbbed in response to the obvious arousal of her body. Unbelievably he failed to realize that he was the cause of her beginning excitement. He was mesmerized, and couldn’t take his eyes off the sweetest thing he had ever seen. He had often dreamed of seeing her pussy, and masturbated many times with her image in his mind, but he had never really expected to have her bare pussy exposed just a few feet away. He had an almost irresistible urge to slide across the floor and stick his tongue between the now swollen lips.

“Hello, I’m home,” Lisa called as she entered by the back door into the kitchen.

Karen dropped her legs instantly and smoothed her dress. She stared at Brad’s jeans.

“You’d better roll on your stomach,” she said. “You don’t want Lisa to see you like that.”

Then she reddened as she realized she had given herself away.

Brad’s mouth dropped open in surprise as he did as she had suggested and rolled on to his stomach. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. His mother had admitted that she was aware he was looking at her bare pussy, and had done nothing to cover herself, and was aware he had a hard-on because of it. He was speechless.

Lisa bounced into the room.

“Hi. Just stopped to change this skirt and pick up a pair of shorts and a blouse, then I’m going back to Aunt Susan’s

“Ah okay, honey,” Karen said. “Ah Brad will be up in a little while to get your suitcase and put it in the van. Be sure you’re all packed.” She was having a hard time collecting her thoughts. Her mind was on the thought that Brad was aware she had allowed him to examine her wet pussy.

“Jeeze, mom, are you feeling alright? You’re all flushed. I sure hope you’re not sick and we have to postpone our vacation.”

Karen flushed even more.

“No, honey, I’m just fine. I’ve been ah, ah working hard and sitting in the sun must have caused it,” She said with a half smile. The smile wasn’t lost on Brad.

Lisa had entered the room and moved to a place right near Brad’s head. From his angle, he could see up her dress to her panties. Wow he thought, my mother’s pussy and my sister’s panties all in the same afternoon. He was doubly thrilled, for his sister was a ten on anyone’s scale. Her honey blond hair hung in waves to her shoulders, her face was movie star beautiful and her body rivaled his mother’s for a great figure. Her ass was partly exposed by the French leg panties she was wearing, and he could see the crack as they fit snugly into her crotch. He swung his face away just as she looked down, so he

was saved the embarrassment of getting caught. At least by Lisa, but when he looked at his mother, he saw she was aware of where he had been looking. A slight grin formed at the corners of her mouth.

Lisa left to go to her room.

“Brad, shame on you. Boys aren’t supposed to look at their sisters like that.” But she wasn’t scolding. Brad was surprised that she was taking it so lightly.

“I have to finish these receipts, just another ten minutes or so. You can go get ready to go and put Lisa’s suitcase in the van . . . or, you can wait until I’m finished and take it all out at once.” She wondered why she had left such an opening for him to stay.

“Uh, I think I’ll wait,” he stammered.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Okay. As soon as Lisa leaves,” she said, “I’ll get back to work.” My God, she thought, what am I doing, I just invited my son to stay and stare at my pussy

A moment later, Lisa came back through the room on her way out the door.

“Bye. See you guys Monday,” she said and went out the door, swinging her tight little ass in form hugging white shorts.

Karen sat silent for a moment, then picked up her ledger and raising her knees laid it against them and began to examine the receipts. She knew she had just provided her son a full view of her hot and wet throbbing pussy. She blushed hotly all over, but she kept her knees together and her feet spread. She couldn’t remember ever being so hot.

Brad couldn’t believe that his mother was showing him her sweet clam shell, but there it was right before his eyes. The auburn hair covered her Venus mound and ran along both sides of her swollen lips. It tapered off half way down and the lower part of her pussy was sprinkled with only a few strands. Moisture had collected between the parted lips and droplets appeared on the inner lips and folds and then he saw her clitty. Like a little hooded prick, the sheath stuck out between the spread moist lips ending in a small opening where the hard nub peeked out. He felt the pre-cum spew from his cock and dampen his shorts as his cock grew into a rigid pole. He had returned to lying on his side, but now made no effort to hide his erection. Karen tried to keep her mind on her work, but from lowered lids she could see him staring at her. The thought that she was letting her own son view her nakedness and see her aroused pussy was a total surprise to her. She couldn’t imagine that she was capable of doing such a thing, yet here she was – legs spread for her son to see things only a husband or lover should see. The thought caused her passage to flood again. She wondered if she was dripping.

Brad had a big tent in his jeans. She wondered how big he really was. She wondered if he had fucked a girl with it yet. Finally she could concentrate no longer. She laid down the ledger, and sat with her head lowered. Then slowly she spread her knees. Now she sat with her short dress slid clear to her mound and her legs spread. She kept her eyes closed so she didn’t have to acknowledge his presence and could pretend that she was showing him her charms by accident. Inside she was boiling. A mere flick of the finger, or a tongue, she thought, would bring on the orgasm waiting just out of reach.

“You shouldn’t be looking at me when I don’t have panties on, and I shouldn’t be letting you.” She raised her head and looked at him, but his eyes were still focused on her spread legs and exposed pussy. “God, don’t ever tell anyone that I let you see my . . . ah see me this way.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone that you let me see you with your panties off, mom. I never tell anything that goes on in the house.”