Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

After a few minutes, she pushed his hand away. Sweat stood in beads on her forehead, in the fine hairs of her eyebrows. Her breasts had grown slick, and Stan felt them up, sliding his hand over them, relishing the silky feel. "You're not done," he stated in a flat voice. He knew what her orgasms looked and felt like and she hadn't had one. Why was she stopping him.

"No, not yet, but..." She bit her lower lip, flicked her eyes to his face then away.

"What mom, er Beth, just tell me. Anything." He knew she wanted something but was nervous to ask.

"Would you," again she paused, and frustration bubbled up in Stan. He pushed it down, calmed himself. "With your hand." Her eyes flicked down to her crotch.

"I was." Stan was confused.

"I mean, inside."

Then it blossomed in his mind, she wanted his hand in her pants. He'd done that last time and she'd responded with a quick and massive orgasm. He'd used the memory of the feel of her juices, the roughness of her pubic hair, the softness of her slick vagina to feed a perpetual stream of fantasy images. Now she was asking him to do that again. Sometimes it was so easy to be a good son.

"Sure Beth, I'd be happy to." Happy was such an understatement of the sensations rocketing through his cock. It was pressing so hard in his pants he was certain it was going to tear through the material. Struggling to keep his hands from shaking, he undid the button of her trousers, loosened the fly then slid his hand inside.

Beth gasped. Her legs spread wider. Her hips moved, encouraging his fingers to find her, slide inside. She shuddered.

In his mind Stan screamed. 'No, don't cum yet.' Even though that event would lead to her working on him until he ejaculated, he wanted this session to last longer. The feel of her pussy, the heat, the slick, was so erotic, he didn't want it to end too quick. He wanted to savor this like a perfect steak, a fine wine, an imported beer.

Shifting his weight onto his hip, he changed the angle of his hand in her pants to reduce her stimulation, hopefully. She wiggled her butt over and Stan surmised she was searching for maximum effect. Whatever, she was getting hot down there. He slid his fingers in and out, slow, deep, feeling the muscles of her vagina grip at him. It felt like it was trying to draw his hand in, eat him up. That gave him an idea. Propped as he was on his hip and elbow, it was difficult for him to rub her breasts while masturbating her. He got up on his knees. That made things easier, but still not good. "Beth, can I take your pants off" My hand is cramping."

Her eyes shot open, wide. "No. I don't think that would be appropriate."

His mind scrambling, he suggested, "If you're nervous about me seeing you naked, we can leave your panties on." He paused a moment so she wouldn't feel pressured. "You've seen me naked enough. I'm not certain why you feel that way. It's ok though, with your panties on, I will still be able to work easier."

"Oh, don't stop what you're doing." Using one hand, she encouraged him to keep manipulating her.

"I just think it'll be better for you, like when I finally took my pants off. Freer."

"But it's my cooch." She scrunched her face, placed a hand over her crotch as though blocking his view of it.

"Mom, Beth, I have my hand in your cooch." He gave it a little wiggle for emphasis. They both laughed and Stan knew he was convincing her. Now he pressed it. "Besides, I thought we might try something, and clothes will just be in the way." Scooting her butt away from him, twisting to the side, she pulled herself off his hand. He held that hand up, rubbing his fingers. "See how slippery this is?" Her face reddened. "Don't be embarrassed, I love how you respond to me, but I was thinking, if we use some lubricant, we can rub against each other, stimulate each other that way.

"I'll have to think about that, but I guess it'll be ok if you remove my pants, just the pants, and get back to having your hand in my cooch."

Stan was happy to comply. With her pants out of the way, it was much easier to masturbate her. Able to now access her via the waistband and through the leg holes, the cramps in his hand were banished and he was able to bring her to a body-convulsing climax through a series of intense fingerings and gentle stimulations. When she came, her pelvis thrusts grew urgent, frantic, almost violent. Her purrs and murmurs escalated to grunts and moans and one final screech. That response was so intense, Stan had to look to her face to ensure he wasn't hurting her. In that moment, he saw the look he wanted to capture in his drawing. He tried to commit it to memory.

After five minutes while Stan became gentle, nurturing, bringing her back to earth, her breathing settled, her heart rate slowed. She placed a hand on his, where he was cupping her crotch. He looked at her when she spoke. "Now you." She moved her hand to his crotch. "Oh, you really need some attention." Her eyebrows raised and a smile curled into her lips.

Stan knew this was the time to press the issue he'd raised. "But I'm not done with you yet Beth."

"You have more for me?"

"But of course." He smiled, slipping a finger into her vagina. He felt a rush of juices and knew she was being aroused again. "However, you have to agree," he snapped the elastic of her panties, "these gotta go."