Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep9

Mom slept for a while. I heard the sound of water turning on and realized she'd gotten herself into the shower, somehow. Much as I was sad to miss out on shower time with Mom, I was glad she got in there. She was starting to smell a little ripe.

Around dinner time, I put together a quick, easy meal. I brought it up to Mom in her bed. I took the other side and we sat and ate.

"This is really good," Mom said.

"It's just pasta," I said, "I guess I learned from the best." "Clearly," Mom said.

When we were done, I cleared the plates then came back. Mom's ankle was a little swollen but there wasn't any bruising. Based on my hardcore, Internet-derived medical education, I felt pretty sure she hadn't broken or torn anything. Once again, I decided to take a chance. "Do you want me to help you into pajamas?" I asked.

Mom shook her head at me. "I'll be fine like this." Post shower, she'd changed into a surprisingly racy outfit (for her): a pair of long shorts and a yellow tank top.

"OK," I said, "I'll see you in the morning."

"Hey Jay?" Mom called to me as I got to the door.

"What's up?"

"I'm, um, sorry that we aren't able to do our movie night," Mom said, "I know you've come to enjoy it."

"I think you're getting pleasure from it as well," I said.

"Oh, for sure," Mom said, "I love watching shows with my handsome son. But since there's no TV in here, I guess we'll have to wait until I can move around better." "We can set up in here," I said, "I'll grab my iPad and we can watch in your bed."

"That would be lovely," Mom said, the excitement leaking into her voice, "I'd hate to break our tradition."

I went to my bedroom and grabbed my tablet. Then I climbed into bed next to my mother. We propped the screen up between us and settled in. I found another nonsense reality show about people gardening and turned it on. Mom got under the comforter, so the covers were up to about her waist, and I did the same on the other side. On my father's side. Suddenly I became very aware of what I was doing and where I was doing it. The guilt that should have overcome me never appeared.

As the show got started, Mom snuggled against my side. She rested her head on my shoulder. Flowing, gilded locks ran down my chest.

At this point, I was usually the one to make the first move, matching the stereotype of the overeager son. But that night I wanted Mom to initiate. I know it seems obvious in retrospect, but in the moment, I wanted to be sure that Mom, in her injured state, wasn't actually interested in just watching TV. Then I felt her small hand wrap around my dick and all my questions were answered.

"Oh M... I mean, oh man. This show is really good," I said, as her lithe fingers contracted on my cock.

"Mmhm," Mom said, absently.

"I really like how it, um, feels," I said, "What it must feel like, I mean, to get all that work done."

With nothing to hold me back, I shot my hand between Mom's legs. She let out a little gasp as I brushed her panty-clad pussy.

"They should, ah, wait a bit," Mom said, "That is, um, prep everything for the garden before they get started."

"Oh," I said, moving my hand back so it was lightly stroking the material of Mom's underwear. "Yes, I can see what that would result in a better, um, project."

"Exactly," Mom said.

Usually, I wasn't this hyped up. Something about being in my parents' bed, touching Mom in her private place, had me particularly excited.

"See, now I think they should start working," Mom said, after I'd spent some time teasing at her.

I nodded. I found her clit with my fingers. She was particularly slippery that night and I wondered if some of the same thoughts that had me going were getting to her as well.

I glanced over at Mom. Her pretty face was even more beautiful in her pleasure. If anything, the fact that she was trying to keep from showing anything at all only increased how alluring she appeared. The muscles of Mom's neck were taut. Her lips thin. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

"Oh!" Mom exclaimed as I filled her pussy with my finger. "Oh, that's a nice... flower arrangement. Very nice." Her embarrassment at her exclamation was almost as sexy as the sound itself.

I think she wanted to get me the same way, so Mom redoubled her efforts on my dick. She used all her secret tricks, stroking and twisting to get me to react. I decided to mess with her a little more. What can I say? I'm still a boy.

I got Mom right on the precipice. I'd reached this wonderful, intimate point where I knew Mom's orgasm so well, that I recognized all the signs. I could tell that she was about to peak at any moment.

"Well, I think I'm going to turn in," I said.

"What?!"

"It's been a long day and I'm tired," I said.

Mom looked directly at where my hand was, under the covers. She'd never acknowledged what we were doing more than this.

"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice weak and thready.

"Not much else going on, right?" I said. I made a show of looking in the exact same place she was. I didn't think she was going to admit what was going on. In fact, I knew that if she ever did, it would probably be the end of things. But like any good son, I liked to see my mother squirm a little.

"Don't you want to see the finish?" Mom asked. "Of the show, I mean. I hear the climax is, um, really super good."

I pretended to think about it. "I guess you're right," I said, "Let's get this one done before we call it a night."

A moment later, Mom arched her bottom slightly, letting out a quick, sharp squeak.

"Ah!" she said, then quickly raised her free arm in the air and stretched, "I mean, ahhhhhh. So tired." "That was a big yawn," I said.

Mom nodded. "Biggest one I've had in a while," she said, "I must be super tired."

She continued to stroke me under the sheet. A moment later, my eyes slammed shut as my orgasm overcame me. My body shook as I tried to hold it in. I was only partially successful. "That was a pretty big yawn, too," Mom said, quickly covering for me.

"Must be contagious," I said. We shared a smile. Our foreheads rested against each other. For a moment, it seemed like Mom was about to lean forward and...

"Oh! Wouldn't you know it," Mom said, "I got that damn moisturizer on my hand again."

"What is it with you?" I asked, playful.

"You know, I honestly don't know," Mom said.

"I can get you a tissue," I said, starting to get up.

"Don't bother," Mom said, holding me back with her dry hand. "You know, my chest has been feeling sort of itchy lately, I think I'll dispose of it there."

I watched, gobsmacked, as Mom let go of my cock and slipped her hand up under her own shirt. She grabbed her breast and started rubbing it, slowly. Sensually.