Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep14

This was the moment. While we ground into each other, I reached down and carefully pulled Mom's panties to the side. A moment later, my bare cock slid through her lips.

Both of us groaned.

"Jay, I'm not sure we..."

"You want me to change the channel?" I asked.

"I don't mean the TV," Mom said, disapproving. But her backside was telling a different story. The warmth of her pussy pressed against my dick. GodDAMN I could already feel myself responding far more than I wanted. "What's up?" I asked, still maintaining my sense of calm. At least, in the part of me that wasn't under the covers. I have to admit, it was fun turning Mom's game against her.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Mom said.

"Watching TV?" I asked. "Cuddling?"

"You're a bastard you know that?" Mom said.

"I'm your bastard," I said.

"No," Mom said firmly, "You're my little knight. My baby boy."

I noticed she hadn't stopped sliding. In fact, her movements were becoming more defined. Driven.

"It's OK, Mom. We're under the covers."

"Honey, I don't think that's the kind of protection we need right now," Mom said.

"I've got that, too," I said.

Mom froze in place. She snapped her thighs shut. I thought she was ending the action, maybe that was her intention. But then her whole body stiffened. She arched her back. A strangled whine escaped her lips. Mom's orgasm caused me to go over the top as well.

"UrrrrrrAH!" the growl escaped me as I burst forth. I squeezed my mother's stomach, holding her tight as I erupted. The simple knowledge that I was pressed against her pussy made my orgasm feel richer, deeper, than before. I came all over the blanket, certainly, but I know I also got a good amount on Mom's legs. Her stomach.

We sat on the couch, holding tight, like squeezing out each other's ecstasy. Then finally the pleasure subsided, and we both fell back, weak.

Mom leapt to her feet. The blanket flew off. I was staring at my mother in just her panties and a tank top. The gusset was still pulled to the side, and I could see shoots of curly, blonde pubic hair sticking out over dark, full labia. One bubbly butt cheek was completely bare. A long glob of my cum ran down Mom's shapely leg.

"I have to go," Mom said, then scampered out of the room.

I lay back, totally satisfied and completely unnerved. What had I done? And, worse, how could I get her to do it again?

*

"I'm not like your ex," Mom said, "That Kathy girl."

"Cassie," I said.

"Whatever. I'm different," Mom said.

We were sitting out in the backyard. Spring was slowly giving way to Summer. The heat was already becoming oppressive. I had my shirt off. Mom was in a tank top and shorts. Her foot rested in my crotch. I alternated between covertly rubbing against it and painting her toes a bright, fire engine red.

It was the day after our dry humping escapade. Mom didn't talk about the night before. She was weirdly silent for most of the day. But she'd also slapped my ass when we were stretching for our run and a couple times, I'd caught her doing something that looked a lot like preening when I glanced her way.

"I know you're not like Cassie, Mom," I said, kindly. I thought she meant that she wasn't a college girl; some young kid whose emotions I could play with. A girl to notch my bedpost with. She was a woman, my mom, and I had to treat her differently than I would some chick I was banging.

Which, of course. I'd never seen Mom that way, anyway. I knew she was different, which was probably why I couldn't control my attraction to her. But that's not what she was getting at, at all.

"What I mean is, I don't have some of her, what did you call them? Hang-ups," Mom said, "Kind of the opposite, actually." She was trying to make this sound like idle chat, but there was a weightiness to her words. Also, she hadn't taken her eyes off my chest since I'd taken off my shirt. "You know what I mean?" Mom asked.

She could see the confusion in my eyes. She buried her face in her hands. Stared down at the ground.

"Sperm," Mom said, speaking the word like an incantation. As if the single syllable could crack the world in half. "I like it. Like, a lot. More than I should. Obviously." She gestured at me. She looked up, took a deep, cleansing breath. But still, she stared past me.

"There's just something magical about it," Mom said, the words all spilling out of her like a crazed confession. "I mean, it's literally liquid life. Alive. The way you have to work for it. Begging, supplicant at the source. And then it spurts forth. Bursts. An explosion of writhing, rolling creatures. Penetrating, probing, pursuing. Pulsing with the essence of existence itself." She gave a little shiver. "I love it. The thought of it on me. In me. Like I can feel them wriggling around, throbbing through me. Infusing my body with this illicit energy inherited from every human who's ever lived. God, even the smell, the tang of it on the tip of my tongue. The little tickle at the back of my throat..."

Mom took a deep breath. Her eyes flitted around, like awakening from a trance.

"Oh," I said. I wasn't sure how to respond. I'd never thought of it that way. But the way Mom talked, I was totally turned on.

"Your, um, your father doesn't know," Mom said, she chewed at her thumb. "I've never told him. How I feel. I'd appreciate it if you didn't say anything."

Was that really a concern? I couldn't imagine any conversation with my father that could ever come close to getting to that content. Hey, Dad, so you know Mom has this massive cum fetish, right? Well, I was thinking...

"So anyway, you can see why what we've been doing," Mom said, "Sorry. What we may or may not be doing. You can see why that's so dangerous. For me. For us." Her voice got very quiet. "I'm scared I'll lose control." "We're not doing anything wrong," I said. Mom glared my way. OK, she had me on that one. "I'm not going let it go too far. I mean, I have condoms."

Even to me it sounded weak.

Mom got up from her chair. She grabbed her things.

"Should we stop?" I asked, shading my eyes to look up at her.

"Stop what?" Mom replied, then marched into the house.