Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep13

"Huh?" Mom said, "Sorry, hon. I must have fallen asleep. I was having the most wonderful dream, though..."

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I wanted more.

I know how insane that sounds. I think it's intrinsic to the male psyche. Every pleasure merely a step on the path to the ultimate goal. And no, it's not a coincidence that the word 'ultimate' contains the word 'mate.'

It wasn't so long ago that the thought of a handjob from my mom (from any woman, what with the quarantine and all) felt like an impossible dream. Now, getting rubbed off wasn't nearly enough. We'd even moved on to oral, and it was incredible, but I couldn't settle there.

I wanted to have sex with my mother. I needed to. I just didn't know how I could make it happen.

Mom's ground rules, especially since she'd expanded them, offered some possible openings. But I knew Mom would call a stop to it if I simply rolled over her the next time we were in bed. For a moment, I considered the morning before, when I'd had the opportunity because Mom was sleeping. But I knew that wasn't the right way to do things. We both had to be conscious. Willing. Otherwise, it wouldn't work (no matter what my libido said).

But that led to all kinds of other problems. In truth, I didn't think I was actually ever going to be able to sleep with Mom. Some part of me knew I was doomed to fail. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. Obsessing. And, so, eventually, I gave in to my urges and decided to make it happen, despite the slim chances of success and the massive likelihood that I'd lose whatever privileges I'd already earned.

It didn't matter. The cock wants what the cock wants. To get to my goal, I knew I would need to be bold. It was clear that I would have to be clever. And I was sure I would require some condoms.

Sex without protection was something I didn't do. Cassie was on the pill, but we still used rubbers. It was part of the process for me, like putting on your seatbelt when you get in the car. Automatic.

Fortunately, I had a few condoms lying around my bedroom, left behind from when I'd left for college. I dug through all my drawers and secret hide-y spots and was able to replace a total of five condoms of various styles and provenance. And, I told myself, I could always go out and buy more if I needed. That was awfully optimistic of me, thinking I would be running out for extra protection when it was extremely unlikely that I'd ever get to use what I already had.

So, with everything in place, I began to enact my plan.

I got my supplies and put them somewhere I could easily reach when I needed them. I staged the area, so that everything was properly organized. And then I watched, and waited, for my moment. After dinner that night, as Mom and I did the dishes, I took the first step.

"I've enjoyed our TV time," I said, "There's a lot about this whole quarantine thing that's been awful, but the fact that it's made us so close? I can't tell you how much that means to me." "Me too," Mom said, "Thank you for saying that. I hope you know how much I value what we have right now."

"Same," I said, "I want you to know that I would never do anything to risk the closeness we've rediscovered. Whatever happens, I hope you understand that I'm always thinking of you, of us, first."

Mom tilted her head at me, and for a moment I thought she'd figured it all out. I didn't know whether to be terrified or thrilled. Then she said, "I know honey. Soon the shelter-at-home order will end, we'll get a vaccine, you'll go back to school and I'll... Well, I guess I'll go back to whatever the hell it is I'm doing with my life."

I didn't hear it, but I swear I felt her choke back a sob.

"I know that you love me, and I don't blame you for leaving," Mom continued, "You should go and have your own life. But this, our relationship right now, just know that it will always be very special to me." "Me too," I said.

When we were done with the dishes, I took Mom's hand and led her down to the basement. "If you're ankle is better, I think we can go back to watching down here," I said.

"Oh. OK," Mom said. She eyed me warily, like she knew I was up to something but couldn't exactly figure out what.

We went down to Dad's room. Mom noticed my handiwork immediately.

"Jay, all your hockey stuff is piled on my side of the couch."

"Oh damn," I said, "I was getting it all together for when I go back to school, and I guess I forgot it was there." I walked over and started to fiddle with the TV. I found a movie channel that was showing something quiet and forgettable. I sat down in the one open spot on the couch, pulling the strategically set blanket over my lap.

"Well, where am I supposed to sit?" Mom asked, hands on her hips. Her patience was already running thin.

"I can move all my stuff but it's really super heavy and I don't feel like dealing with it right now," I said, "I promise to move it all in the morning." I paused, savoring the moment. "Why don't you come sit on my lap, instead?"

Mom let my request hang in the air. I could see the gears turning behind her beautiful blue eyes. For a moment, I thought for sure she was about to shut it all down, and my game would be over before it started.

"Sure," Mom said. She shrugged, then walked around the couch. When she turned to sit, I moved the blanket out of the way. When she placed her butt on my leg, I covered us both. "What are we watching?" Mom asked.

"Don't care," I said. I put my hands on her waist and pulled her back.

"Oh!" Mom said, surprised by my grip. Then my aching, hard cock made contact with her denim-covered backside. "Ohh."

"You OK?" I asked.

"Uh huh," Mom said.

"Cause I'm a little uncomfortable," I said.

"You're the one who left all his stuff on the couch," Mom said.

"No, I know," I said, "It's actually your jeans that are the problem. They're itchy on my leg."

Mom turned back to look at me, knowingly. Again, I thought the jig was up. She reached under the covers, unsnapped her jeans, then rose up to slide them over her wide hips.

Mom sat back down. Her warm, naked thighs landed on mine. Her panty-covered backside slid up against my completely uncovered dick.

Mom realized it immediately. I could tell by how she reacted. The little gasp she made as our bodies made contact. How she, unconsciously I'm sure, shimmied her butt against my bare cock. But she didn't turn around. Didn't say a word. Mom's pants lay in a pile in front of the couch. She couldn't see it, but my own shorts and underwear were lying next to hers. I'd slipped them off as soon as I was under the blanket.

I was more than halfway to home. Already over the fence. Up the walkway. At the door. My erection pressed forward into Mom's thin panties, about to ring her doorbell. The only question was if she'd let me in.

I put my hands on Mom's hips again. Slowly, we began to slide against each other. I could feel how slippery Mom was through her underwear. Her body moved in rhythm over mine.

"This is nice, right?" I said, "The show I mean."

"Very," Mom agreed. She shifted, settling her cunt over my cock.

We sat that way for a little while, just savoring each other. I let Mom get comfortable. Her perfect posterior planted on my shaft. Legs spread lewdly under the blanket. We started to move faster. Our movements becoming more urgent.