Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Unexpected Side Effects: 8

He was slouching in his chair, studying the details he'd created on paper, relishing the sensation of his hard cock, throbbing against his stomach when a voice behind him, startled him. "That is me."

Stan dropped the page onto his crotch, sitting up, hunching as though he could hide himself. His mom was in a white blouse with yellow flowers. The top two buttons were undone, and the hem had been tied, gathered under her breasts. Her white shorts had black accent thread outlining the pockets, fly, and seams. Despite his discomfort at being caught unexpected, he felt a shudder run through his cock. She was super sexy.

"Wha, No, You," Stan stammered. "Any resemblance is just coincidence." He finally managed to say. "You're supposed to be in town." He started to stand, wanting to grab some clothes.

"I forgot my list, had to come back." She took the picture from him, stood looking at it while he scrambled for his housecoat. "You don't need that," She said, squinting as his art. "I like you as you are." She looked at him, up and down. He closed the housecoat, knotted the tie. "This is me." She gave the paper a little shake. "But that's alright. I'm flattered. But that tail. Are you fantasizing about your mother?"

She set the page on the desk and stepped close to him. She brushed through the front of his housecoat, gripped his penis. Rubbed it slow. Stan almost passed out the feeling was so intense.

"Seeing you here." She gave a soft squeeze. "Like this." Another slow rub. "I feel the need for a session growing." She stepped in even closer, squeezed her hand until it was almost painful, gave him a tug, and said, "Feeling up to it?" Knowing he didn't have to answer that question, he wrapped his arms around her, slid his hands down her back, grabbed her ass and pulled her in tight. At the same time, he lowered his head and gave her a tongue-filled kiss. After a few moments he said, "I'll let my actions speak for me."

"Oh, speak away." She reached up and pulled the housecoat from his shoulders. "Make me look like the warrior in your drawing."

"As you wish my princess." He helped her get out of her clothes. She lay back on his bed and he lay on top of her. Then he remembered his own little shopping trip into town.

"Just a sec." He got back up and ran around his bed. "I got something." He pulled a pump bottle of lubricant he'd bought. "This is good stuff." He squirted some into his palm, rubbed it on her chest. "See how slippery it is?"

She slid her fingers into it, then rubbed them together. She started to say something, but Stan pressed a finger against her lips. "It's water-based, see?" He pointed at some fine printing on the bottle. "Will wash right out. It's so safe, its edible." He stuck his finger in his mouth. "Mm, coconut."

"You need some too then." She took the bottle from him, glanced at the label then pumped some into her hand, applied it to his penis. The sensation was exhilarating. Stan couldn't help but pump his hips, sliding his dick through her fingers. He took the bottle back and lubed her up.

With her laying back on the bed, he squeezed his cock between his belly and hers. Then he began to grind, sliding his dick along the top of her vagina. She writhed beneath him, matching her pelvis to his. She gasped so he knew she was enjoying it. The lube had added a pleasurable element to this action. Sliding against her didn't get so hot and her pubic hair wasn't so abrasive against his head.

In a few minutes, he felt an orgasm building in his balls. Afraid his days of abstinence had made him too sensitive, he shifted to reduce his stimulation. He didn't want to cum too soon, was really enjoying this action. "You ok?" she asked.

"Perfect." He smiled down at her. "You?"

"Amazing. You made a good choice. We can try something else if you want."

"How about this?" Stan rolled onto his side, guided her so she was on hers. Then he slid his cock between her thighs. He pumped, pushing his cock along her vagina, then back out. He gave an extra push, lifting his pelvis so the root of his dick pressed hard against her clitoris.

"Oh," she puffed. "That's very nice." She squeezed her thighs together as he pulled out, let them relax as he pressed in again. His cock was long enough that the head of it stuck out behind her. When he pulled it back through, the pressure intensified the rush of sensations along his shaft.

He slid his hands over her body, along her back, down to her ass. Then he gripped her, guiding her motion to increase both of their pleasure. He could tell by the way she moved her bottom, moaned, cooed, that she was enjoying it as much as he was.

After a few more minutes, he asked. "Try something else?"

"Lead the way."

He stood, guided her onto her stomach then lifted her bottom. That allowed him to thigh her from behind. He added more lubricant and worked at her, marvelling in the view of her ass. Too, he could see the lips of her vagina, squeezed by her thighs and the thrusts of his cock. He leaned forward, kissed her back. Slipping his hands over her skin was silky, smooth. He felt that building orgasm again and knew he had to change things up. She wasn't ready to cum yet. "Let's try something totally new," he suggested.

"What do you have in mind?"

Instead of answering, he had her lay on her back again. Then he crawled between her legs, gently spreading them. Her vagina was in full view. A concerned look crossed her face.

"Don't worry. I know the rules." He moved his face to her vagina, stuck out his tongue and licked the outside of her lips.

She gasped and her pelvis dug into the bed.

Letting the aroma of her arousal fill his nostrils, Stan licked up the other side of her vagina. She gave a low moan. Then he licked up and over the top, down the other side, under the bottom. She moved and he couldn't keep his tongue from licking across the opening. He tasted her juices, delicious, but adjusted his tongue to keep it on the outside. Changing direction, he continued licking her. Then he tried giving her little kisses, feeling her lips as they pressed against his. "Oh my god." Her hips were rocking and thrusting. He let his tongue linger at the top, then moved it down so it touched her clitoris. She rocked her hips deep with that move, thrust back up, rubbing her vagina against his tongue. He kissed her again, then left his tongue sticking out, letting her move herself against it any way she wanted. He gave her the flat of it, allowing her to rub her lips against it without it entering her. Her hands scrabbled into his hair and then she was pulling his face tight against her. "Oh, you bugger," she panted, "that feels so incredible I want more."

"What do you mean?" He lifted his head, but she tugged it back down.

"Give it to me. Give me all of it."

"You mean this?" His words came out muffled because his mouth was mushed against her crotch. He flicked his tongue and shoved it full into her vagina. A flood of juices filled his mouth.

"Oh, oh, oh, yes." Her pelvis thrust and rocked against his face. He pushed his tongue in and out, around and back in. He used his nose to stimulate her clitoris, then his tongue. He could feel the intensity building in her.

"Does this help?" He stuck his fingers into her, spreading her wider, giving deeper access to his tongue. He continued until he felt the thrum through her body. There was another rush of juices as she came, grinding her crotch against his face and him licking it all up. He kept his tongue moving, thrusting, his fingers feeling her vagina, exploring the depths of her as the spasms eased. He brought her back to the real world.

"I didn't think it could get better than before, but you've done it again." She smiled at him when he lay alongside her. Running his hands over her body, luxuriating in the feel of the slick, her breasts, her ass, enjoying her body. "I know I asked for that, but we've crossed a line today. I hope you're ok with that."

"Mom, I've never felt so close to you as I do right now. To be able to bring you pleasure like that..." He didn't finish his sentence.

She stroked his erection, her fingers feeling amazing as she played with him. "Stand up," she commanded, "I want that closeness with you too."

Not certain what she meant, Stan did as he was told. She sat looking up at him, her hand still on his cock. "Watch this," she said, then slipped her lips over the head of his cock. She pulled back a moment. "This is no accident this time." And she let him fill her mouth.

It was Stan's turn to gasp. The feeling was so intense, so incredible. His cock threatened to explode. His hips rocked back and forth of their own accord. Slow, sliding his dick between her lips as his tongue had slipped in and out of her vagina. She gave it gentle sucks, letting her tongue explore his length, the head, before her mouth tightened again. She kept looking up at him, meeting his eyes. Stan realized having him watch her suck his cock was turning her on. He fondled her breasts as she worked on him.

Then he couldn't hold back anymore. "Beth, I'm going to cum," he warned her. She smiled at that, genuine happiness in her eyes. She kept him in her mouth, grabbed his ass cheeks and began sucking harder. Keeping her tongue sliding along the bottom of his penis, flicking where its head joined the shaft. That was the most sensitive part of his dick, and the feeling was mind blowing. How did she know that was the equivalent of her clitoris? In a moment he didn't care as the sperm jetted out of him. His hips rocked hard, and he had to resist pulling her head against him. He didn't want to choke her.

After the first burst, he saw cum leak around her lips and thought, there's so much. And then he was spurting more, more, more, but no more leaked out. She was swallowing his whole load. And the happiness in her eyes never left. She was pleased to please him like this.

Once he was done cumming, his knees felt weak, and he sat on the bed. Holding him, she lay back, pushed herself on the bed and they lay there cuddling, enjoying the aftermath of their sex. Stan looked at her and marveled that she had the same expression as his warrior princess. He'd done good work.