Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Mom's Touch But Don't Look Policy:>Ep15

I was certain that was the end of it, but Mom told me over dinner that she was looking forward to watching TV that night.

"I think we can go back to the bedroom, though," she said, "Since the couch is covered in your stuff." My mind flashed back to my mother standing up, covered in my stuff and I blanked. That's how my mind worked now. Everything was dirty. I agreed with Mom of course. She could have suggested we go sleep on sharpened razor blades and I'd have said 'yes' in an instant. So, after we'd finished eating and done the dishes, our usually routine, I let Mom take my hand and lead me back through the threshold of her bedroom. To the place that still, to me, felt forbidden. Of husbands and wives, not mothers and sons. Maybe that's why she wanted us there. It changed the dynamic.

I brought my iPad and set it up on the bed. Mom crawled under the covers on her side. I did the same on mine. Then I started the show. We'd started bingeing on some thing about glass blowing. We'd seen almost all the episodes which is funny because we hadn't actually watched any of them.

As soon as it started, Mom lifted her hips, and I knew she was slipping out of her jeans. There was a low rustle as she dropped them on the side of her bed. I decided to do the same. I reached for my shorts and, at the last second, decided to take off my boxers, too.

A moment later, my decision was rewarded as Mom reached over and grabbed my bare cock.

"Hm! Well, someone's feeling aggressive today," Mom said.

"What?"

"I mean that piece of sculpture, he's never going to finish it in time," Mom said.

"Oh. Right."

I reached over to find Mom's pussy was equally uncovered. Her curly pubes tickled at my palm as I dipped my pointer into her hot slot.

"If he's going to be risky like that, Mom said, "He should probably be using some kind of protection. So nothing goes wrong."

She looked at me, meaningfully. For a moment, I froze. The realization dawned on me.

"Right," I said. I took my hand out of her pussy. I'd planned for everything the night before, but for some reason it hadn't occurred to me that things were going to continue today. Quite the opposite, actually. So now I found myself undersupplied.

"I'll be right back," I said, and slipped out from under the comforter.

It didn't even occur to me that I was naked. That Mom was seeing my bare body from the waist down. My dick sticking straight outwards. Mom gasped. Her eyes focused right on my member.

Mom had touched me there innumerable times now. But she'd only seen my dick the night she sucked me off. And even then, it was under the covers and in the darkness. The way she stared now -- pupils huge, lips sucked small -- I could tell this wasn't just a casual glance.

"Ummm, sorry," I said. I reached down for my boxers and quickly pulled them on. This was becoming more disastrous by the minute.

I quickly left Mom's bedroom and hauled toward mine. I had all five condoms, waiting for me in my nightstand drawer. I grabbed a random one, tore open the packaging, and slipped it over my still-hard dick.

I practically leapt back into the bed with Mom, ripping the covers over me and stripping off my boxers. Mom giggled at my enthusiasm.

"I'm just really into this show," I said.

I expected Mom to laugh at me, but instead she touched my arm meaningfully. "Me too," she said.

Mom scooched next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. Hand on my chest. Her leg slipped up to rest on my thigh -- I could feel she was bare, below. Mom wrapped herself on to me like she was a koala, and I was a eucalyptus tree. Nuzzled her nose on my neck.

"This is OK, right?" Mom asked, quietly.

"It's just cuddling," I said, "Moms and sons cuddle."

"Right," Mom said.

She drifted her hand down my chest and under the covers. She clasped my cock. Moms and sons definitely didn't do that. Or, at least, they weren't supposed to. I stretched, settling myself for our usual stroke-fest.

But as soon as Mom felt that I was wearing the condom, she let go of my dick. She cuddled closer. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my thigh. Her shirt-covered breasts on my arm. For a moment, I wondered if there was a way I could convince her to take our tops off, too.

Mom shifted her body again, twisting till she was right on top of me. Her head now resting on my chest. Arms wrapped around me in a hug. Pussy -- oh fuck -- her pussy was in the exact right place. Directly on top of my dick. Mom put her hands on my chest. Her eyes met mine. Our respective sexes dragged over each other.

"I like. Cuddling. This way," Mom said. Every breath short. Every word a little gasp. Already, I could feel her body trembling.

Mom ground down hard. I could tell that she'd gotten my cockhead right on her clit. She rolled her hips back and forth. Working towards her pleasure. The fact that it also felt good to me was incidental.

Seeing Mom like this -- sweat tricking down her neck, eyes locked in concentration -- her face so close I could feel her breath on my cheek, it was incredible. The sexiest thing I'd seen so far. Each little freckle. The twitch of her lip. The driving force of her body on mine.

Even better though, was the contrast of how she acted and how she looked. Mom humped up and down on me frantic, wild. But she did her best to keep her expression impassive. Her sounds swallowed.

I had to do the same. I slid my hand down her bare back and squeezed her ass. Tried to pump my hips in time to hers. But I couldn't say a word. I kept my mouth flat. My eyes distant. All I wanted to do was shout.

I could feel the heat of Mom's bare pussy on my condom-covered cock. I could feel her dripping over the latex. Her pubic hair scratched at the base of my dick. The physicality of everything we were doing was already over the top. The fact that it was getting both of us off was almost the least important part.

Mom started to tremble. Her body shook. Movements erratic.

"She gasped, then turned her head away, biting down on her lip.

I grabbed Mom's ass with both hands and started to slide up and down. As Mom's orgasm overtook her, my own raced out of my shaft. I filled the condom. My mother experienced the same illicit energy. Both of us so close to connected. "I, um, need to use the bathroom," I said as casually as I could once both of us came down. Mom was lying over me, panting. Slick with sweat. She looked my way and nodded.