Unspoken Pleasure

As Linda turned slightly towards him with her arm on his shoulder Bobby could stare straight into the swell of her enormous breasts. He could tell through the sweater where the edges of her bra were and could see the bulging breast meat oozing out the top. She quickly flexed her chest muscles, making her tits ripple beneath her sweater.

“You’re not the only show-off in this house.” She smiled.

She pulled him forward and lay his head on her soft breasts. With her arms now around him she gently rocked and once again squeezed her pillowy cheeks hard around his girthy erection. She felt it push back… flexing up against her warm crevice.

I can’t believe my husband is downstairs waiting for his breakfast and here I am giving our son’s big boner teasing little butt- hugs. To make matters worse I keep feeling these little rushes of wicked excitement surge though me…. from the pit of my stomach all the way down to my cute little bare feet. What does it mean? She wondered.

“Oh and that reminds me… I don’t mind you coming in for a visit when I’m getting dressed. Just make sure your father’s downstairs first… okay.” Linda said.

“Okay.” Bobby smiled.

The big busted mom smiled lovingly as she felt Bobby’s body let out an excited quiver.

“There.” She said, jumping off him.

“Feel better?” She smiled.

“Yeah, I could do that all day.” He said.

“Somehow I don’t doubt that.” Linda said, glancing down at the teenaged cock-bulge.

“You might wanna change your shorts before you come downstairs.” She said, with a little smile.

Bobby looked down and noticed a big wet pre-cum stain which had soaked through his shorts.

“Guess I got a little excited.” He said.

“Ya think?” Linda giggled.

She turned for the door… finding another pair of her panties hanging from the inside door handle.

“Bobby.” She said, almost playfully, as she grabbed them.

“Sorry, mom… I’ll put the rest of them in your hamper.” He said.

“Thank you… and after you change make sure you get that monster under control before you come downstairs.” She said, giving his cock another half-smiling glance.

My son popped a boner for me. That’s so cute! My little panty thief… hehe. I could be upset, but why? He’s a teenage boy doing normal teenaged things. Don’t all boys use their mother’s panties? He must have some sort of ritual after he digs them out of my hamper. He probably smells them… savoring the strong pungent aroma of my clean shaven mommy-muffin. He may even turn them inside out and suck on the crotch. I can picture his cute little eyes rolling back as he tastes the bitter sweetness… a result of my daily trickle of pussy butter. How good that silk must feel against the glands of his penis. No wonder he fills them with such heavy loads. She thought.

Before dropping them in her hamper Linda held the pair of soaked panties with two fingers. Long strings of semen dropped towards the basket and she caught one with her fingers. Curiously, she brought the gob of cock-juice up to her nose and smelt. Then, without hesitation, she scraped it onto her tongue.

Thick and sweet… just what I’d expect from a boy his age. Wow Linda, you do realize you just tasted the milk from your own son’s balls… that squirted out the tip of his penis probably no more than an hour ago. There’s those wicked butterflies again. Well, he tasted me… fair’s fair. Shit, where’s the mouthwash? She thought.

At the breakfast table Bobby could hardly focus. His eyes couldn’t help but follow his mom around the kitchen.

First there were those long bronze legs, which looked so strong… yet baby soft. Her sexy bare feet had squatty little toes with nails that were painted a delicate pale-pink.

Every few minutes as Linda reached up into a cupboard she would rest her weight on the toes of one foot, arching her heel and flexing her legs. The blood rushed back into Bobby’s penis.

What must it be like to have legs like that wrapped around you? What must it be like to see them thrown back into a huge spread eagle… with those beautiful bare feet flexed as they point in opposite directions? He thought.

Then… there were her tits. Soft squishy mountainous delights that always seemed to be shifting or bobbling as she moved about. They were a feast for the young boys eyes.

With her husband sitting next to her Linda gave her son a cute little wink as if knowing exactly what was wandering through his dirty little mind.

My poor sweetie. All hot for his mommy. She grinned.

Bobby could hardly concentrate at school that day. He kept reliving the mornings events in his mind… his mom turning towards him, placing her hands on her soft hips… her dangling breasts, still glistening from the shower, doing a gentle teeter back and forth.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Bobby.” Her cute little voice whispered.

Again, the scene unfolded… mom turning… breasts rocking… placing her hands on her wide birthing hips.

“Bobby.” Came the whisper.

Bobby froze the image in his mind… taking it all in. Her pretty face… hair still wet and slicked back from the shower. Dangling boobs with cute little stretch marks from their weight being pulled towards her tummy. Huge thick rubbery areola… dotted with milk glands and nipples that were made for sucking. Then there was her mons pubis… the crowned jewel of all motherhood… covered only by a tiny well groomed patch of thin pubic fuzz. The little nub underneath… marking the entrance to her inner sanctum.

Bobby’s cock felt like it was going to slice through his shorts. He could feel his mom’s butt cheeks closing in around it… smothering it’s girth.

“Show off.” He heard her say.

Mom looked so sexy standing near my door… staring down at my big dick. Her eyes widening… her mouth peeking open. It was a look I had never seen before. I was impressing her. My own sexy mom! Bobby thought.

“Show off.” She said teasingly…. like a nervous young girl who wanted so badly to get her hands on it.

Often times Bobby’s mind would drift up into a cloud where his young naked body was laying on top of his beautiful big busted mother. Her arms encircled him… her long painted nails clawing at his back. Slowly, her strong silky smooth legs slithered up around him until her heels rested against his ass… holding him against her. Then they would began to rise… like a female spider carrying it’s clutched prey towards her web in the clouds…. ready to fucking devour him. Linda would grasp his rod and feed the engorged knob into the mouth of her gaping twat.

And as they disappearing into the cloud Bobby’s shaft would sink down inside his mother’s soft secret hole… all the way to the balls. Just before they disappeared completely his clutching mom would begin to gentle swing them. Back and forth they rocked… a suspended heap of writhing flesh.