Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep6

I turned on the movie. Almost immediately, I felt Mom's warm palm touch my bare leg. There was no pretense this time. She went straight for my shorts and pulled them down. Then she grabbed my hard cock.

"Mom," I said.

"What dear?" Mom asked.

"You're doing it," I said, "Again."

"Are you sure?" Mom asked, a mirror of the night before.

"Pretty sure," I said.

"Really," Mom said. She pulled her hands out so I could see them. Her wedding ring glinted in the basement lights. "You're super sure about that? Because I want to make certain we understand each other. This thing you say is happening, does it feel good?"

I had to concede that it did. It felt amazing.

"Good," Mom said, "But here's the thing. If I was doing what you say, that would be wrong. Moms aren't supposed to do those kinds of things with their sons. So, I would have to stop.

"But if you don't know what I'm doing. If neither of us is certain, then who's to say what's going on? It might be nothing at all. And that amazing thing you like so much can keep happening."

My mother smiled at me, a little twinkle in her bright blue eyes. Did I tell you my mom was beautiful? She was fricking gorgeous.

"If it's under the blanket," I said, "Then it's OK."

Mom tilted her head slightly, like she hoped it would help me think harder.

"Because this thing that I'm feeling could be anything," I said, "I'd have to look to be sure."

"You would," Mom said.

"And I just don't have the energy to do that right now," I said.

Mom grinned at me. "Good call," she said. She slid her hands back under the blanket. As soon as I pushed play on the movie, Mom grabbed my cock once again. "Oh, Mom," I groaned.

"Now, if nothing is happening, we shouldn't be making noises," Mom said. "Right?"

I nodded, already completely under control of the hand that was tightly gripping my cock.

Mom worked me up and down, languid. Unlike the previous day's urgency, my mother took her time, gradually teasing and building as we watched TV together. "You're not doing me like a dog," Kathryn Heigl said.

"Doggy actually feels really good," Mom muttered to herself, idly.

A few moments later, she increased the speed of her strokes. I choked out a little groan, doing my best to keep it under control as Mom had told me. I reached my peak a moment later, gritting my teeth to keep my moans from slipping out. My seed seeped warm over Mom's fingers.

"Can you pause the movie for a moment?" Mom asked. "I seem to have gotten something on my hand."

"Probably moisturizer," I said. Mom smiled at me. She seemed so happy now that I was playing along.

"Probably," she said, then got up to go to the bathroom.

*

I woke up early the next morning, in my own bed this time, and got dressed for a run. Again, my mother was waiting for me. We went outside and started to jog through the neighborhood. Spring was in full force, plants budding, the ground wet with morning dew. The streets, though, were strangely empty. Everyone was inside. It was weird. Like we'd stepped into some post-apocalyptic place.

Mom caught up to me. She was wearing tight, black leggings and a blue tank top. Her golden hair was up in a ponytail.

"You're giving me quite the workout," Mom said between pants.

"Coach will kill me if I'm not in shape when we go back," I said.

"Well, do what you need. Your old Mom will just have to do her best."

"Mom, you need to stop saying you're old, OK? You're young, your body is in fantastic shape, you're super beautiful, and..."

"Super beautiful, huh?" Mom said. Both of us started to blush. Rather than respond, I picked up the pace.

When we got home, I showered in the hall bathroom while Mom cleaned up in the master. Then we both met up for breakfast. Mom had poured out granola for both of us, and we crunched in silence.

"You know I didn't think it was possible, but I think I'm done with raunchy comedies," Mom said, "At least for now."

"Oh," I said. I looked down at my bowl. Of course this was going to happen. Mom wasn't going to jerk me off every night till the end of the quarantine. It was silly of me to expect it. Especially after I'd slipped up and told her I found her attractive.

"We should start watching other stuff," Mom said.

"Oh!" I said, "That sounds good."

"Good," Mom said. And I swore she shot me a little wink as she went back to eating.

After dinner that night, I came downstairs to replace Mom was already waiting for me, sitting under the blanket on the couch.

"Boogie Nights?" I asked, looking up at the screen.

"Trust me," Mom said.

I pushed play. It wasn't long until both of us were clearly worked up by what was going on. Sure enough, Mom reached over and put her hand on my bare leg. A moment later, it was my bare cock that she was holding, instead. "Jay?" Mom asked, pausing the movie and looking over at me.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to sound normal while the woman who gave me life was giving me the handjob of my life.

"Well, hmmm, I don't know exactly how to say this," Mom said, "It just, well, it seems to me that if something could be happening to you under the blanket..."

"Which it might," I said.

"Or might not," Mom said.

"Right," I said.

"But if it were," Mom said, "Then it's also possible, though not for sure, that something might also be happening to me. Under the blanket. Not that I would know for sure, of course."

My eyes widened as I realized what Mom was getting at.

"Theoretically of course," Mom said, "Well, anyway. Something for the philosophers I suppose."

Mom reached for the remote and clicked play. I waited a moment, mostly trying to overcome the shock that was currently overwhelming me. Mom was still holding my dick, but she wasn't moving. Then, when I saw she was intent on the movie, I slid my hand under the covers. I gasped as I touched her warm, bare thigh.

"You OK, honey?" Mom asked.

"Just fine," I said. I'd expected Mom's usual jeans, but she clearly wasn't wearing them. I moved my hand up further, feeling her creamy skin under my fingertips. I expected to hit the hem of shorts, but those weren't there either. This time, I managed to repress my surprise.

Was Mom completely naked below the waist?! I moved my hand up further and found that, no, she was wearing panties. But that was all. Only one thin layer of sheer cloth was between me and the very canal that had once birthed me. I touched the gusset of her underwear. They were dripping wet and warm. The movie was completely gone for me. In fact, I was so focused on feeling my mother's most private place, I nearly lost track of her hand on my cock. Gently, I began to probe at Mom's center with my fingers.

"Hm," Mom said.

"Movie's good," I said.

"Oh yes," Mom said. I have to admit, I was enjoying turning the tables on her. Feeling Mom's pussy through her panties was nice, but I knew I had to risk going further. I'd never forgive myself if I let the chance go.

I pulled Mom's panties aside and felt her bare vulva for the first time. Her nether lips were full and open. Her pussy practically had a welcome mat setup outside for how open and exposed she was. Mom wasn't kidding about being aroused.