Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Meaty Young Cock & Matured Cunt 12

"Jesus, Mom..." I sighed, bending over slightly. Mom looked down at herself, at her cum-coated jugs.

"I've never seen this much cum, like, ever. Holy shit!" Mom marveled. I smirked with pride as Mom snaked her fingers across her mountains, gathering warm sperm onto her fingers. She savored the flavor as she licked it off her fingers and I simply watched her excitedly. We both rested for a few moments, recovering, until finally Mom looked over at the clock.

"Jesus... okay, we do have to get ready now," Mom said. Even though it wasn't what I wanted to hear, I nodded. Mom stood up, and on shaky legs, gained her balance. Her cum-covered tits jiggled as she did so. "So, uh, get cleaned up. I need to jump into the shower I think," Mom said with a laugh.

"Oh, by the way..." I began, getting her attention. "Thinking back on it, I think I like your original outfit the best." I stated. Mom rolled her eyes and slapped my bare chest with the back of my hand. She sauntered away, down the hall, still naked. I watched her ass as she sauntered away, shaking side-to-side. Feeling a jolt in my cock, I felt emboldened to speak out.

"Hey, Mom, you know it'd save time if we just showered together!" I said with a laugh. Mom glanced over her shoulder at me and smirked.

"You're right..." she stated with a raised eyebrow before stepping into the bathroom, leaving the door open. A jolt of excitement went through me. I cracked my neck, stretched my shoulders, and moved quickly down the hall, joining my mother in the bathroom, shutting the door behind us.

Not surprisingly, we got a bit carried away in the shower. It didn't take long for all signs of sex to be washed off of us, but being in such close proximity, covered with water, with my stiff cock poking into her ass, it didn't take long for things to progress. My hands ended up on her tits, spending about five minutes making sure they were totally clean. Mom was equally determined, stroking my cock, cleaning me up while making me stiff for her again. It didn't take long for Mom to end up on her knees, inhaling my cock once more, begging me to cum again, until finally, I acquiesced, firing one last load of cum down her throat.

We finally cooled down and controlled ourselves enough to actually get ready, get clean and dressed up again. We got ready in a blur, and when Mom emerged downstairs, wearing the pink top and grey skirt, freshened up and looking presentable, it seemed like things were back to normal. There was no sign of what we just did. Things were too hectic to reflect too deeply, though, and the first chance we had to breathe was once we got in the car.

While I drove, Mom sat next to me as we traveled in silence. We had left our house, and we were in the real world once again. The light of day had sobered us both up, it seemed. I was feeling great though. No regret or anything like that. I got laid, and the sex was amazing, and that's all that mattered. Sure, it was with my mom, but that only made it better. It was kind of inevitable, after all the tension that had existed between us. Plus, I loved it filthy, and hooking up with my mom... that was as filthy as it got.

But Mom's feelings were unclear. She had put on sunglasses, so I couldn't really see her eyes. I didn't know what she was thinking, if she was feeling regret or shame, or something else. Finally, she spoke up, and what she said surprised me. "You have a great dick, Kyle."

"Haha!" I burst into laughter at this blunt statement. "Thanks Mom."

"No, seriously," she said with a smile. "Your cock was incredible. Like... the best I've ever had."

"Better than Dad's?" I couldn't help but ask. She laughed and smiled wickedly.

"Yeah... a lot better," she admitted. There was a long silence as I sat there, smiling in pride that Mom had told me I had a superior cock to my dad's. What a great mom, filling her son with such self-esteem. She spoke up again.

"I mean, the sex... it was amazing," she said. "I've never had it that good. I've never screamed that loud... I've never cum so hard!"

Again, Mom stroking my ego. I was loving it.

"But..." Mom said, her tone shifting. "That's why this can only be a one-time thing."

"Okay." I said, a little less excited at hearing this.

"Like I said, it was REALLY good. Really fucking good, but... we're playing with fire. It's too good. If we keep going, we won't be able to stop." Mom admitted.

"Doesn't sound so bad to me," I replied with a smile. Even though I couldn't see her eyes, I could tell she was rolling them.

"I know it sounds good... sneaking around, fucking every chance we get. Me shoving my big tits in your face at every opportunity, me riding that big fat cock all the fucking time..." she paused in her statement, thinking things over for a few moments. "But... we can't. Its trouble and you know it. So... once we get to the party, then... we can't talk about this. We can't give any sign that we hooked up. Once we get to the party, things are normal again. Okay?"

At a traffic light, I looked over at her, meeting her gaze. The moment was silent, but communicated so much. We both enjoyed it, we both wanted to do it again, but she was probably right. It was a bad idea. That didn't mean I didn't want to do it again, but we really shouldn't. But then I remembered what she had said in my bedroom, that no matter what she said, no matter what she did, she would always want my dick. She was in the same boat I was, but she was being the responsible adult. She was being the mom. She was looking past my narrow teenage craving for all things sex, all the time, and looking at the big picture.

"Fine." I relented, causing her to smile sadly. We drove on in silence for a few moments.

"But..." she began. "Before we get there, if you, say... texted me a picture of that big fat cock of yours... I wouldn't complain. And, who knows, I might end up texting you a picture of something in return." She teased.

I grinned at this, and at the next stoplight, I pulled out my phone, scrolled through my pictures, found the one she was looking for and texted it to Mom. Her phone beeped and she smiled, glancing at her phone for a good long while. A few seconds later, my phone beeped, letting me know I had a new text, letting me know she lived up to her word.

As we got into the neighborhood, there were still a few other things we needed to discuss before leaving this whole thing behind.

"Not all my girlfriends are skanks, by the way," I told her. She looked at me and grinned.

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"Just most of them," Mom replied with a laugh.

"Well... yeah, I guess, but not all of them." I said, defending their honor. Admittedly, she was probably right. There were a few times where I went after some girls because they had a bit of a, uh... reputation, but this wasn't always the case. "Okay, fine... not all of your girlfriends are little sluts," Mom relented. "There were a couple of them I didn't mind, I guess. But some of them... Jesus, Kyle, they were trashy..."

"I might have to make you apologize for all these bad things your saying about them..." I joked. She rolled her eyes and smiled.

"I might have gotten carried away a few times," Mom admitted with a giggle. "So... don't take all the things I said during, the, uh... during the sex... don't take all of it too seriously. It was all just, you know... dirty talk."

"Yeah Mom, I guess I'll just forget about all the things you said when me and you had sex," I told Mom, the ridiculousness of the statement making her laugh. "I'll just forget all the things that were said when I fucked my gorgeous... hot- bodied... big-titted... sex-goddess... mom." Her laugh lessened and her breath deepened as that sentence carried on. As I drove, she gave me a long look.

"Okay, if you're trying to get me to suck your dick one last time, it's, like, totally working. Trust me, I'd love to suck that amazing dick one last time. It would be so good! But... we can't. We're pretty much there. " Mom admitted with a sad smile. Unfortunately, she was right, and I had found myself right at the end of the street.

"I can circle the block..." I offered with a smirk. She thought for a moment and smiled sadly.

"Okay, we've got to end this, now! Just, like, put an end to it right here. No more!" She said, trying to convince both herself and me. "Hon, if we keep this going, we won't be able to stop. It's over! Now! Okay? So, just replace a spot, and let's just get to this lame-ass cookout. We need to put this all behind us," Mom said. I nodded, knowing she was probably right, parking under a nice shady tree a block or so away from the cookout.

Five minutes later, we were still in the car, with her bent over, head bobbing in my lap, once again vigorously inhaling my swollen meat. Her nose was bumping into my torso as she sucked me off. My hand was resting on the back of her head, my fingers tangled in her silky hair as I let my head fall back against the headrest. I saw other people walking by, with no clue of what was going on right next to them. Mom's drool was coating my cock as she swallowed my meat, my nuts slick and smooth as she rubbed them. She was choking lightly as she sucked me, but she wasn't stopping, until finally, a few minutes later, my cock flexed as I unloaded one last huge wad of cum down her tight throat. I held her down against me as I came, only releasing her once my load was complete. She pulled herself from my cock with a loud exhale, my cock glazed with her saliva.

"Jesus!" Mom called out, eyes glassy with heat, her lips swollen and covered with spit. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, cleaning off the saliva. She looked at me as I laughed, causing her to grin lightly.