Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Mom Does Anything:>Ep84

Jenna traced the lines of my muscles as she straddled my thighs, keeping her pussy away from my vertical shaft. She bent over, planting kisses on my chest, licking around my areolas, and flicking the tip of her tongue against my stiff nipples. Her firm tummy pressed into my dick, and then the bottom of her breasts caressed my cock as she continued to plant her lips along my body. She licked my abs and belly button, kissed my treasure trail, and feathered my waist with her tongue as her hands stroked my skin. My dick rested between her tits, pointing downward and straining to rise as her full breasts kept it pinned against my thighs. I moaned several times, and every time I did, Jenna nibbled on my skin, paying close attention to my muscles.

"I'm dripping with precum," I whispered.

"Yummy," Jenna said, moving her head to my right and resting her cheek against my thigh. She gazed at my cock, reaching up with her right hand and cupping my balls. Her left hand slid down to my ass cheek, grasping the curve of my backside.

"You're so hard everywhere," she whispered, her breath replaceing my cock, "except for here." She rolled my sack, her fingers gentle on my balls as the warmth from her palm relaxed the ache throbbing beneath my wrinkled flesh. "Oh, that's nice," I sigh-moaned, drawing out the last word. "So fucking nice. You make me tingle all over.."

"Yeah?" Jenna said in a teasing voice. "What does this make you feel?"

Her tongue pressed against my sack, where it connected with my shaft, and she licked upward with a sideways raise of her head. I moaned. Jenna licked downward on my cock, bringing another moan from my lungs. She moved lower and over the tops of my thighs, her lace and silk-covered breasts touching my skin as her tongue swished along my sack.

"Good," I whispered, trembling. "That feels really fucking good."

Jenna laughed. I could hear her smile. She took hold of my cock with her right hand, moving it out of her way as her mouth danced around the base of my dick, her tongue washing my hard flesh with some saliva that she brushed toward my knob. She licked the length of my cock, then the long, thick, dorsal vein running along the underside of my shaft, and finally running the flat of her tongue around the corona circling my crown. "Yeah, oh, yeah," I moaned.

Jenna licked upward, brushing her tongue across the spongy tip of my prick, the heat from her mouth dampening my crown as she licked me like a lollipop. Pushing on my inner thighs, Jenna forced me to spread them as she lifted her knees and knelt between my legs, her body in the Child's Pose yoga position. She cradled my balls with her left hand while she stroked my thick, saliva-wet shaft with her right hand. She jerked me off from the base of my cock to its neck, her tongue swirling around my glans and collecting the precum that her cock-stroking pumped from my nuts.

"Suck it, baby," I whispered, tightening my ass and forcing my cock toward her mouth. "Give me that mouth."

"Ha," Jenna laugh-breathed. "What mouth?" She licked her lips. "This mouth?" A full, wet, umm, sound followed as she opened her lips wide and swallowed my knob.

"Yeah," I breathed. "That naughty mouth."

I tried hard not to think of my mother as the heat of Jenna's oral-hole billowed over my cock. Mom had experience, knowledge, and practice--she was a completely different woman than Jenna, the Teenager. The difference, outside of technique, was that this was Jenna, someone I had thought would give me my first blowjob, and in a way, with her inexperience and tentative mouth, she was. She didn't gobble my cock down the way my mother could. Jenna went by feel-- testing my reactions and easing herself onto my pole half an inch at a time. She gagged sooner than Mom ever had and laughed at the amount of spit that fell from her lips as she did.

"Is it good?" Jenna asked in a quiet, mousy tone.

"Worth the wait and then some," I whispered, looking down into her eyes. "You don't have to stop."

Jenna smiled, then gave me a grin as she tilted her head in that sarcastic oh, really kind of way. But she went back to work, and my cock thanked her by spitting up a healthy glob of clear, cummy liquid that she was sure to taste. "Mmm," she moaned as she rolled her tongue around my shaft, swinging it left to right and around the sides of my prick, not letting her mouthful of dick keep her from swirling her tongue around my glans.

My thick knob bumped the roof of her mouth and slid against the velvety texture of her tongue. I poked her cheek as she turned her head. My knob followed her cheek back to her throat, hitting her uvula--she gagged, sputtering spit onto my cock--and my sexy little girl tried to take down more of my dick despite her gagging. She gagged again when my tip found her throat-hole just beyond the downward slope of her tongue.

"Ah-umph," Jenna gagged, pulling off my cock, but jerking it quickly. She wiped her eyes, her mascara running, and a double handful of precum shot up from my cock slit.

"You're going to make me come if you keep gagging," I said.

"I like watching girls gag." Jenna sat. "It's sexy." She looked down at my cock. "Do you want me to try again, or are you ready for my pussy?"

I lifted my hand right hand and brushed the side of her cheek. "What are you ready for?" I asked, sliding my thumb across her lips before pulling my hand away.

"I want your cock inside me." Her cheeks turned pinker beneath her makeup as the flickering of candlelight danced across her flesh. "Inside my pussy."

"Okay." I licked my lips. "I'll take care of you."

I put my hands on Jenna's waist. She rested her palms on my shoulders. We leaned into each other as our lips pressed together, then I fell back, taking Jenna with me and running my hands over her lace and silk teddy, the fabric sending goosebumps up my arms and tightening my balls. Jenna fell atop me, her breasts pushing into my chest, and I ran my hands down to her ass, my fingers resting beyond the oval cutout in her onesie's panties, their tips slipping into the crack of her ass. I squeezed her firm butt cheeks, pulled her buns apart, pushed them together, apart and together, my fingers dipping deeper into the heat nestled within her rear cleft.

"Do you want to be on top?" I asked..

Jenna shook her head and slid to the side, her body rubbing my cock and pulling it to the left. I followed her turn, moving above her and sliding legs between hers. My prick hung above her mound, and I pushed my knees up as far as I could. Jenna had to drape the backs of her thighs over my thighs, which opened her pussy even more for me, her cunny pushing upward as though eager for a taste of my dick.

I ran my hands up Jenna's body, cupping the underside of her breasts, squeezing them, then lowering my head to take her left nipple in my mouth. The lace rubbed against my tongue, and my saliva soaked the threads making up her bodice. Jenna moaned, and I moved to her other breast, licked and sucked, nibbled and chewed, then I pulled her shoulder straps down her arms, tugging until I freed her tits and trapped her elbows close to her body. "Oh, baby," Jenna moaned as I took her nipple into my mouth again. "Mmm, Daddy."

My cock jumped. I knew what Jenna meant when she said Daddy, and maybe one day, I could tell her what I pretended she meant when she called me Daddy.

I moved down her body, taking her teddy with me. My tongue traced the circle of her navel; dipped inside, making her stomach wave. I left her skin wet, kissed her sides, and slid my hands down to her ass after bunching her teddy around her waist. I kissed the edges of her mound, planting my lips against the cut of her muff-triangle outlined by her thighs. She tasted of strawberry and vanilla, hints of herbs, and whatever else her expensive lotions had blended into her skin. Growling, I had to breathe deeply to keep myself from devouring her body the way I would my mother's.