Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep11

I felt a hard pinch on my leg and realized that I'd spoken aloud. Mom's rules still applied. I was experiencing Schrodinger's blowjob in my bed. Or was it Heisenberg's Uncertainly Oral? Oh fuck, why did it matter? My Mom was sucking my cock! She slurped up and down, sucking me off with the enthusiasm of an amateur and the skills of a pro. Like with the handjob before, I realized how bad all my previous girlfriends were at oral sex. The sounds of wet slurping filled the room. My only thought, damn me, was how much I wanted to look under that blanket. To see Mom's mouth wide around my dick. Her sapphire eyes. Her golden hair. I wanted to experience it all. Yet I had to hold it in my head, only. Mom worked me with abandon and soon I didn't care about anything except that place under the sheets where my cock connected with her mouth. I tried to stay silent, but with the way Mom was working me there was no way. I wanted it to last forever. I doubted it took more than five minutes. Then I had a new problem. I knew Mom was fine with me cumming -- clearly by the way she was sucking me off it was currently her only goal in life. But I knew from previous experience I was supposed to warn a girl before I got off so she could prepare, as appropriate. Except, that would be breaking Mom's rule about pretending nothing was going on. This truly was a ground shaking dilemma. Finally, I let my chivalry get in the way of my obedience.

"I'm getting close," I said, doing my best to keep my voice calm and even.

Mom didn't say or do anything, but I felt her redouble her efforts, now stroking my shaft at the same time she sucked at my head. A moment later, I was gone.

"oooOOOH FUCK!"

I couldn't help it; the pleasure was all too much. Through the white haze of ecstasy, I heard my mother gulping down my cum. I'd never exploded in a girl's mouth before. Even Cassie had always finished me with her fist. Mom swallowed my spend like it was the world's tastiest treat. The sounds of her swallowing amplified my orgasm from brain blowing to mind shattering.

When I regained a sense of myself, Mom was gone. I lay back, panting from what had happened. Then my door popped open again. This time, the hallway light was on, and I could see Mom, standing there in her green, shapeless sleep shirt. "Are you OK, honey?" Mom asked, coming into the room and standing over my bed. "I heard noises. Were you having a nightmare?"

"Oh, I'm sorry I woke you," I said, "No I actually had the most incredible dream."

"Well, that's OK then," Mom said, "You know I'll do anything to take care of you. The same way you take care of me. You did an amazing job the last few days of making me feel protected and safe. I just wanted to make sure I said, 'thank you' in a way that would mean something to you."

"I'm fine, Mom," I said. Actually, I was way better than fine. I was floating like a feather coming down from heaven.

"OK sweetie. Have a good night," Mom said. She bent over and kissed my forehead. Her breath smelled like my sperm.

*

I woke up early the next morning, before the sun was even up. I tiptoed out of my room, careful to avoid all the creaky spots in the hallway. When I got to my parents' bedroom door, I twisted the knob before pushing it forward. I hadn't even gotten to the naughty part of my plan, but already my stomach was twisting with the excitement of what I was about to do.

Mom was lying back in the bed, clearly out. I could see she still had the green sleep shirt on. Like she'd done the previous evening, I lifted up her comforter at the end of the bad and slipped under it. Mom stirred but stayed asleep. I crawled up the bed, feeling my way up Mom's legs. For all her complaining about being out of shape, her calves and thighs felt as firm as a college girl's. Goddamn. I'd never been a leg man, but maybe it was time to try. When I got to the bottom of Mom's shirt, I started to slowly push it up to her waist. I noticed the difference immediately: she wasn't wearing panties under there!

For a moment, I cursed the dark of the room. This was my chance, finally, to see Mom's bare pussy. Instead, I only got the vague sense of full labia and thick pubic hair. I could smell her slight musk, though, and that almost made up for everything else.

Then, for another moment, I had a far more wicked thought. I was under the covers with Mom, she was asleep, and my cock was hard as hell. Was I breaking the rules if I broke into her most sacred spot with my bare battering ram? After all, it was still under the sheets.

But I stopped myself from thinking further. I was already taking liberties no son should ever try for; going for more was asking far too much. At least, this time.

Instead, I leaned forward and tentatively licked at my mother's vagina. Her taste, still subtle, was even better than the smell of her. I'd gone down on previous girlfriends a couple of times, but it felt like the minor leagues compared to what I was doing now. I did what I thought would feel good, based on my mother's previous responses, and hoped for the best.

On my second lick of her clit, Mom groaned, low and stretched. Her head shot up from the pillow.

"Oh my!" She froze in place. "Well, that is just the oddest sensation," she said, regaining her composure as she sank back down into the bed.

Now that I had Mom's attention, I began to gradually build her up. First with my tongue, then supporting with my fingers. I heard her heavy breathing in the distance. I felt her legs tighten around my back.

I couldn't wait to make Mom cum. I didn't want it to ever end. But my selfless side won out. When I felt Mom's body begin to break, I gave her one last shove, sinking my tongue into her slot.

"HrrrrAH!" Mom cried out. Her legs closed over my head like a bear trap snapping shut. To my shock, a burst of warm liquid spattered on my tongue. Mom shook like she was having a seizure. Then she dropped back. Stilled. She didn't loosen her legs, though. She kept me there. Both of us panting heavily.