Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Mom Does Anything:>Ep90

***Keeping It Going***

What a weekend!

What a fucking weekend!

When we woke Saturday morning, I could barely keep my eyes open, and Jenna had a hangover banging around her skull that matched the soreness my cock had pounded into her pussy. It turns out that orgasms are the best cure for both ailments, though, to help soothe Jenna's soreness, I spent the morning caressing her swollen folds with my fingers and tongue, using nothing but the gentlest of caresses on her body.

We barely left my room the entire day, and Jenna stayed upstairs the entire time, only visiting the restroom to clean up while I made the trips downstairs for food and water. Mom and Dad didn't say much to me--not that I saw them often--and when I did see them, they were always together. My mother surprised me Saturday evening by sending me a text that read, May I fuck your father tonight?

Holy shit, I had thought. Mom actually asked me for permission.

Yes, I sent back before Jenna pulled me back into my bed.

Later that night, I said to Jenna, "Get on your hands and knees and spread your legs wide."

Jenna did as I instructed, and I grabbed onto her hips and pulled her knees to the end of the bed. Bellow me; her ass cheeks and pussy lay spread open, hanging golden on the outside and pink down the centerline. Her pussy lips formed a beautiful, pale, upside-down butterfly covered in a dewy film.

"How do you feel in this position?" I asked after Jenna shivered while I looked down upon her.

"Vulnerable," she whispered. "Open. It's like I have no power. I'm just waiting...."

"Waiting for my cock?" I asked, smiling and dragging my forefinger through the crack of her ass.

"Um," Jenna hummed, "yeah."

"This is the bitch's position."

Jenna laughed. "I'm a bitch?"

"A sexy bitch." I feathered the pink meat of her pussy with my fingertips and wondered if my time with Mom was about to get me into trouble.

"Yeah?" She asked, shaking her ass up and down in a tight, rippling twerk. "You gonna fuck me like a bitch, Daddy?"

I groaned, and after wetting my cock with the lips of Jenna's dripping cunny, I held her still and slipped my prick into her snatch, giving her the fucking a sexy bitch deserved. Afterward, she said, "Get down like I was." "What?" I asked.

"On your knees." Jenna stood beyond the edge of the bed with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face. She looked sweet and innocent as she batted her eyelashes and swayed her shoulders front to back. "Tell me how it feels to be on all fours."

"You're kidding," I said, sitting up in the center of my bed. "I'm not doing that."

"Do it."

"No."

"Yes!"

It took some more convincing and some bratty pouting, but eventually, I found myself on my knees at the edge of my bed with my feet and shins hovering in the air. After several pushes against my spine, I dropped onto my hands, and after several nudges against the insides of my thighs, I spread my knees for her. God damn it, but it felt weird to be in that position.

"How's it feel?" Jenna asked, putting her hands on my ass cheeks.

"As you said," I whispered, "vulnerable." I shivered. "Exposed. Open. Like I'm surrendering myself to you."

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"Mm-hmm," Jenna whispered. "When I do it, it makes me so wet. Your cock is getting hard again."

I laughed as my dick turned rigid while hanging below me, the head angled toward the bedspread beneath me. I felt big, with a rubber-like hardness that could yield but not bend.

"Do you like the taste of my asshole?" Jenna asked.

"Yeah." I licked my lips. "Why?"

"I want to try something that I saw online." She spoke in a quiet voice, not a whisper, just quiet. "Something dirty."

A chill ran through me as Jenna slid her hands down my ass and over the backs of my thighs. Her right hand slid to my balls, ringed them, stretched them, which made goosebumps dot my skin, then she continued forward and gripped my cock. Her left hand replaced her right hand on my sack, and a cold ripple of adrenaline resonated through my body. My precum dripped, and Jenna collected it with her fingers and jerked the sticky fluid over my dick.

"I can get on my back and--"

Jenna's breath warmed my asshole right before the tip of her tongue pressed against the smoothness of my rim. After that, I grabbed onto my bedspread, turned my mind off, and allowed Jenna to take me to new, unimagined heights of pleasure. The one thought I had was: Mom would love doing this to me... if I made her.

Since Sunday was our last day together, we spent the morning fooling around, talking, and eating in my room. We were wondering if we should shower when Mom knocked on my door. I knew it was Mom because while Dad was allowing me to have fun with my girlfriend, he didn't want to come anywhere near us.

"Come in," I said after Jenna, and I pulled on a pair of shorts, and Jenna pulled a blanket over her breasts.

My door opened enough for Mom to stick her head in. She looked around, inhaled deeply, and said, "Open your windows and let the air conditioner, or a fan, run through here." She shook her head, and her gaze shifted from me to Jenna and back to me. "I'm going to spend my day getting ahead of next week's workload." She gave me a serious look. "But I want you two to take a shower. It smells like"--her stare slid from me and focused on Jenna--"pussy in here." Mom pulled her head from the room and shut the door.

"God," Jenna said, her cheeks turning pink and getting rosier by the second. "Why does your mom have to be so blunt? Does she hate me now?"

I shook my head and crawled onto my bed, pushing down my shorts. "She'll never hate you," I said. "But you're another woman having sex in her home. Imagine how that feels?"

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Jenna shrugged, then she frowned and said, "Oh, no.... What do you think my dad's going to say when we fuck at my house?"

"I don't care what he says," I said, sighing and pulling the blanket from Jenna's body. "Mom wants us to shower, but I think that we can get a little dirtier before we do, don't you?" "Your Mom," Jenna said. "She's not my mom."

"But if she were, I'd fuck you anyway."

"Ooh," Jenna hummed, puckering her lips and narrowing her eyes. "You're nasty."

We spent the last hour before she had to go home making slow, passionate love. We didn't rush. We didn't experiment. We didn't see what felt good. We shut our mouths, ended the dirty talk, and I stroked her pussy channel with long thrusts, using my entire cock to massage her insides. Jenna came several times, her last orgasm shaking her body as I shot the last of my load into her pussy. We had five minutes to spare by the time we had finished coming.

Six o'clock came, and Mom knocked on my door as Jenna's phone rang. Her dad was on the other end of that call. She showered by herself, and I followed, then I walked her to her house next door. We kissed before she went inside, and I went back home to rest, but mentally, I prepared myself to fool around with Mom should the moment come. But the moment didn't come. Mom went to bed with Dad even though he had taken his sleeping pill early in the night. I thought about texting my mother, and I thought about getting her and dragging her to my room, but in the end, I decided that I'd rest for the night and see her in the morning. We had agreed that our affair would go on, hadn't we?

My mind spun as I fell asleep. My mother was no virgin. My mother was looking for casual sex with someone she loved. My mother wanted adventure and everything that she wasn't getting from Dad. Mom wants you to make her do things. That was my last thought before I fell asleep. When I woke, my first thought was, All right, Mom, I'm going to make you do things today--naughty things.

It took me several minutes to decide if I wanted to go downstairs naked or clothed. That was a hard choice, but I stripped down to nothing, took a soapy shower, dried myself, and I didn't put anything on as I headed downstairs. It was past eight in the morning, and I had heard the soft rumble of the garage door opening and closing, so I knew my father had left for work.

Would Mom be naked?

I hoped so.

Had Jenna's visit hurt feelings?

I hoped not, but I mean, I think I knew... it must have.

Did Mom remember our drunken fuck on the couch after I had taken Jenna's virginity? My shoulders tightened, and my heart sped up as I headed downstairs, taking each step one at a time and using slow, heavy movements. Please, Mom, I thought, no drama.