Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Unexpected Side Effects: 7

"Oh, the lubricant idea." Her eyes darted around the room. Stan knew she was uncertain, nervous, but the

growing heat around his hand told him the thought excited her too. "I'm not certain your hesitation. We're not

screwing, just doing what we've been doing, just a little different. Kind of spicing it up."

"If | say yes now, can | say no if | feel too uncomfortable?" Her voice was low, and Stan realized how vulnerable

she felt.

"Absolutely, Beth. That goes for both of us, right?"

"Ok, then." She drew the words out then reached for her undies.

"No." Stan stopped her. "Letdo that."

"Okay, but you first." She waggled a finger toward the pants he still wore.

Stan stood, then undid his pants, moving slow, watching her watch him. First his belt, then the snap on his jeans,

then the fly, letting each tooth click before pulling down, past the next one.

"Will you hurry up?" Beth propped herself up on one elbow, squeezing her thighs together. Stan smiled, knowing

he was teasing her, and she was enjoying it. His knees weakened as a rush of desire coursed through him.

With his fly all the way down, Stan hooked his thumb into the waistband of his underwear, pulled it down until

the hair rasping against his thumb told him his pubes were now exposed. "Are you sure you wantto

continue?" "You little bugger." His mother sat up, a grin breaking on her face. "Get that thing out here."

Grinning wide, Stan yanked his pants down, freeing his erection. A shudder surged through him knowing his

mother was seeing him nude. "Your turn," he leaned over her and slid her panties off.

Before he got a good look, she pulled one knee up, crossing it over her other leg. "Don't be shy," he encouraged

her, gripping her ankles. "Let Stanny see where he cfrom."

A look crossed her face and Stan knew he'd said the wrong thing. She'd called him 'Stanny' when he was a

young child, until he'd insisted she stop. Afraid he'd spoiled her mood by reminding her of their true relationship,

he struggled to smooth things over. "I mean, let's see that love spot."

She let him adjust her legs, looking up at the ceiling. Stan kissed inside her thighs as he crawled up her body.

Not wanting to upset her, he rushed to her breasts, smothering them in kisses, suckles, nips. He was conscious

of his prick rubbing on her, being squeezed between them, when he settled his weight a bit.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked, nodding her head toward the bottle of lubricant on the side table.

"Oh yeah." Stan rolled off her and picked up the bottle. Kneeling beside her, he dribbled son her stomach,

then in a line up between her breasts. "Care for a bit of a massage?" He rubbed his hands together after dousing

them as well. "Mm. Sounds good." Beth stretched, arching her back, then settled. Stan began rubbing,

squeezing, feeling her as he spread the lubricant all over the front of her. "Not too much. We don't want to stain

the cover."

"Stop being a mom all the time." Stan rubbed son himself as well. Her body glistened, slick under his hands.

The smell of coconut permeated his sinuses, cascaded down the back of his throat. When he rubbed her

between her legs, the aroma of her sex mingled, heightened his enjoyment. Then he made sure his cock was

well lubed before laying on top of her, his erection against her stomach. Wiggling and writhing, they slid and

slithered. Stan's cock thrummed with feelings. He had thought he couldn't get any harder, hornier, but he was

wrong.

Beth squirmed under him, her pelvis rocking. He cupped her crotch, sliding his fingers around her vagina, then

in, then to her clitoris. Her breathing deepened, purred in and out of her. Little moans escaped her lips. She

reached between them, gripped his cock, gave it firm squeezes. Every ther hand loosened a bit, he slid his

dick through her fingers. When she squeezed again as he pushed back in, the sensations exploded all the way

into his brain.

Then she let him go, grasped him by the shoulders, digging her nails in. She pumped her hips so hard his penis

rasped through her pubic hair, then her vagina was sliding up and down the shaft of his cock. Stan wondered if

she was going to have him enter her, but then realized she was stimulating her clit on his dick, the way she had

on his arm. She was cumming and spasms wracked her whole body.

Her nails dug into his skin and Stan was certain there'd be scratches. He concentrated on keeping up her

stimulation so she would get maximum enjoyment. He knew he wasn't far behind, having her naked, slicked up

like this was a massive turn on for him. It sounded like she was trying to talk but only mews and murmurs

escaped her. As her orgasm continue to tear through her, she gripped his cock again, tugging and rubbing it. It

was rough, a bit violent, but it felt incredible too. And then he was spurting, ejecting massive sperm to mix with

the oil and their sweat.

"Yes, my sweet boy, cfor mom," Beth puffed into his ear. Stan couldn't keep from wriggling more, he loved

how his cock slid in and out of her hand, how she massaged its head. She kept up her squeezes until it began to

soften. "You liked that."

"Loved it, Beth."

"Mm,too." She lay quiet for a few moments, her chest rising and falling. Stan felt her heartbeat slowing, he

had his ear against her chest. "Could use a nap now."

Stan was drifting into quiet slumber when she gave him another stiff squeeze. "Again?" she asked.

Rousing, Stan realized he was getting hard. In those moments on the edge of sleep, he'd been having erotic

thoughts. He propped himself up on one elbow and smiled at her. "Sorry?"

"It's alright. Don't be sorry. You take care of me, | take care of you." She leaned her head in and took him in her

mouth.

Stan's first reaction was to pull away, this wasn't part of their arrangement. But then, them being fully naked

together had never been part of it either. "Wait Mom, er Beth. If you're ok with this, it might be better."

Looking at him with a quizzical expression, Stan got on his knees and had her turn around, so she was kneeling,

but facing away from him. He pressed his cock against the back of her thighs, then between them. She gasped,

started to protest but he reassured her. "Not screwing, just this."

And then he was pumping his hips, his cock sliding between her thighs, but not in her vagina, against it though.

With each thrust, he rubbed the top of her pussy, stimulating her clitoris. She began moving with him. Looking

down at her ass, Stan realized he was so close to fucking her, and that thought started him cumming again. He

thrust hard and fast. She must have had similar thoughts because she began spasming through a massive

orgasm. They continued pistoning, thrusting, cumming for what felt like hours. Finally, Stan crashed to the bed,

and she flopped beside him. They were spent.

"That was my most intense orgasm ever, Stan. How did you do that?"

"It's called thighing," he started to explain.

"Not that, you dolt." She let out a sharp breath. "Makingcum so fast and so intense. It felt like | was going to

fold in on myself."

"Youthful enthusiasm?" He smiled at her. His eyes drooped and he felt himself slipping down that slumber slide

again. "Sex sure is hard work..." and then he was sleeping.

Two days later, Stan was working at his drawing again. Remembering the expression on his mother's face as he'd

brought her to orgasm, gave him the inspiration to redo the face in the sketch, getting the desire into it that he

was looking for. It also raised an erection.

Since their last session, where he's humped her from behind, thighed her, he seemed to sport constant wood.

He'd resisted masturbating, wanting to save himself for her next session. His mom hadn't helped his situation

much either. She'd taken to walking around the house in all forms of dress and undress. Lots of undress. "Now

that you've seennaked, | can save on laundry and having to make decisions around what to wear every day.

Stan had resisted joining her in that nudist activity, certain that if she saw his level of arousal, she'd insist on

more sessions than she would otherwise. He was determined to keep this activity in response to her medication

side effects, not his own libido. Today though, he'd foregone getting dressed, 'To givethe proper inspiration

for finishing this sketch," he'd told himself. Truth was, it felt good being naked. And, since his mom had gone into

town shopping, 'dressed | hope," he had the house to himself.