Unspoken Pleasure

"Like I said," I said, standing, "I've been doing my research. I'm gonna let you finish showering. Then I'm gonna let you get ready for me. When you are, text me; I'll be downstairs."

"What about your cock?" Jenna asked, looking at my swollen prick. "Don't you want me to help you with that big guy?"

"You're so cute." I smiled. "You'll help me later. I want to save my first big nut of the night for you."

"We're not going to use condoms, right?"

I laughed and said, "No fucking way. See you in about half an hour?"

Jenna nodded her head, then said, "Maybe forty-five minutes. Maybe ten. I don't know. I'm going to hurry up."

I stepped out of the shower, thinking, Sure you will, as I grabbed a towel from the bathroom's closet and dried off before heading to my room.

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Jenna was still in the shower by the time I had dressed, grabbed my phone, and went downstairs with my dick half-hard without a hint of it growing softer. Half an hour had passed since Jenna had stepped into the house. I found Mom on the couch, wearing loose, lavender boyshorts and a buttoned-up pajama shirt, both made of glossy satin. She had her hair tied in a bun, and she was alone, watching TV with the sound on low. Mom watched me walk downstairs from her usual spot on the back couch. My eyes scanned the room, searching for my missing father. I didn't see him, nor could I hear him in the kitchen or the game room that we never used.

"Where's Dad?" I asked.

"Problem?" Mom turned on the couch, bringing her legs up and resting her back against the armrest as she looked over the couch at me.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Where's Dad?"

"He took a pill and three quick shots," Mom said. "He's sleeping by now."

"Jenna's getting ready for me," I said. "I'm giving her time to put on her makeup, her panties, and a special outfit that her mother helped her pick out for tonight." Mom raised an eyebrow.

"Probably a nightie or a teddy," I said, my cock growing with each word and easily visible to my mother's eyes. "Nothing like what you wear for me."

"What you make me wear for you," Mom whispered.

"Oh, yeah," I said, stopping beside her and placing my hands on the top of the couch's backrest. "What I make you wear." I looked down at Mom. My eyes roamed over her body as my tented shorts peeked over the back of the couch. "I'm gonna make you do something else before I go back upstairs."

"Yeah?" Mom swallowed, her throat rippling. "What's that?"

I smiled....

"Uh, uh, uh--fuck--uh!"

My mother grunted her moans into the pillow between her teeth. Jenna was upstairs, in my room by now, trying on her clothes and putting on her makeup and getting ready to have sex for the first time. Dad was in his room with a sleeping pill coursing through his veins and whiskey warming his blood--nothing to worry about from him. Mom was with me, downstairs, completely naked, lying on her stomach and biting a couch pillow, so the moans my deep-digging cock forced from her throat didn't wake the neighborhood.

I lay atop my mother, still clothed, my shorts pushed below my ass and balls as I fucked her hard in the prone position, raising my butt into the air and then driving my dick back into her juicy pussyhole. Wet sounds squished with each thrust, almost overpowering the volume of the TV, which I had turned up to cover our fuck sounds. I had sent a text to Jenna, telling her that my mother had turned up the TV--in case we got too loud--and I told Jenna to text me as soon as she was ready for me. She promised she would.

"Uh, fuck, uh, uh, uh--fuck!" Mom continued grunting, never releasing the pillow from her mouth.

The plop, plop, plop noises of my hips slapping Mom's ass came several seconds apart. I wasn't fucking my mother fast, just hard, reminding her that her pussy belonged to me and always would. That was the point I was trying to get across, and I hoped my mother understood it.

"That's right, Mom," I panted in her ear. "Take it. Take my dick. Oh, fuck, take your son's dick."

"Mmm, mmm, fuck," Mom whimpered.

I pushed deep into her creamy muff, my left hand around her throat and my right atop her head as though I had to hold her in place. I ground my hips against her tender butt cheeks, feeling my cock up in her guts, her wet muscles gripping me tightly--creating a wet friction that had my mushroom tip tingling.

"I need you to come," I whispered, licking my mother's ear. "I need to save my nut for Jenna, but I want you to come on my dick before I make my girlfriend suck it."

"Oh, god," Mom whined, my words sparking that dark flame within her.

"Reach between your legs." I thumped her pussy hard for half a dozen strokes. "Play with your clit and come for me. Be a good piece of pussy for your son." I moaned in her ear. "Give me your cum, Mom. Give your son your cum."

Mom's hand fought to get beneath her body and between her legs. I didn't let up, feeding her fuck-hole every inch of my thickness and pounding my prick through her wet insides. Mom shut her eyes. I let go of her throat and slid my left hand down to her ass, cupping her soft cheek and caressing the firm muscles beneath her skin. Mom's whimpers picked up, her pussy creaming all over my pole and tightening around my shaft with a rippling grip. "Come, Mom," I whispered. "Come for me. Come for me. Come for your incest-loving son, you sexy slut."

"God!" Mom clenched her jaw and came, her pussy walls wrapping around my dick, attempting to crush my swollen shaft with its tightness. My mother trembled beneath me, her butt shaking and her hips struggling to rise. I kept myself pressed hard against her, flexing my dick and filling every last bit of available space within her cunny to the brim. By the time Mom had finished coming, I was ready to come, and the sexy slut reached further between her legs, stretching her arm and opening her hand as she found my balls and caressed them with her delicate fingers.

"God damn it," I gasped, breathless as my entire body shook and poured an extra thick helping of jizz up my mother's cooze. I gave her so much cum that my sticky seed spilled from her pussy even as her little lips sucked on my shaft. "Thank you, baby," Mom said, breathing hard. "Mommy needed that so much."