Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“Thanks.” I said as I read the text, it was from mom, “Drop something and pick it up.”

I hesitated, then with a mental shrug, pushed my knife onto the floor.

“Shit!” I muttered and bent down to pick it up.

When I looked under the table I saw mom had her legs spread open and she wasn’t wearing anything under her dress. My hand closed around the knife, but I remained where I was, my eyes locked onto the sight of my mother’s gorgeous pink pussy.

Mom’s pussy was smooth except for a small strip of brown fuzz just above it and I licked my lips while staring at her soft pink lips. Mom’s hand appeared under the table and she spread herself open for me.

She teased her long pink nail through her lips and around her clit. She moved her finger back down and my heart pounded as I watched her slip it inside her.

“You get lost under there?” I heard dad say.

I jerked my head up so fast I banged it on the table and winced at the sudden pain.

“Damn, Ryan, be careful.” Dad said, and then laughed, “Sorry, that was kind of funny.”

“Yeah, I’m a real clutz.” I muttered rubbing my head while looking at my mother who was smiling away at me.

Dad dropped the subject of Amy and talked about everything from the Red Sox to how busy his advertising form was getting and about the big meeting they had tomorrow. As he spoke I ate my food and nodded, occasionally tossing in a comment so he knew I was listening.

Mom on the other hand was chatting away, as if nothing was amiss, as if she weren’t sitting there with no panties on and had just flashed her son her pussy with every intention of letting him have it later.

I shifted my focus to dad and wondered what was up with him, that he didn’t take care of mom in the bedroom. Granted dad was a few years older than her, he was turning forty eight next month, but he was in good shape for his age.

Dad went to the gym twice a week, played golf and watched his diet so I doubted it had anything to do with being tired.

Dad was still a pretty good looking guy; at least I hoped he was seeing I looked just like him.

His dirty blonde hair was showing no sign of thinning and he only had a few grays along his temples. The deep blue eyes I had inherited from him were his best feature as was his almost permanent smile.

Dad was a good natured, mellow guy with a good sense of humor, good job and a beautiful wife he referred to as his trophy wife even though mom had a pretty good job as an office manager. He always said he loved his life which included his son whom he was proud of.

Watching him chat away happily I again had that pang of guilt that I was betraying him. But again, he didn’t take care of mom’s needs and I knew that wasn’t a lie as for a couple of years before mom had seduced me I’d heard them fighting constantly about how he never wanted her.

Dad’s response was she still acted like a horny teenager and needed to act her age. Aside from that my parents never fought at all and part of mom’s reasoning for being with me was she was getting frustrated enough to think about stepping out on dad, but wouldn’t want to do that and she felt I was a better option.

I’d been shy around girls and still a virgin at eighteen and when mom found that out my special present from her for my birthday was her becoming my first lover. After that I had done well with girls.

I was a decent looking guy and with the experience I had gotten from my mother was now a confident lover and every girl I had been with including Amy remarked on how good I was at making them happy.

I guess mom and I had helped each other and according to her I had helped her marriage because I was why she never had to leave the house to get what she needed.

I knew in my heart we were still cheating and betraying dad, but… he would be heartbroken if she left him over not being satisfied and it’s not like he would ever suspect us.

I was pulled from my thoughts by something grazing my leg. I glanced down to see my mother’s bare foot sliding playfully along my jeans.

I looked across the table at her and she casually took a sip of her coke while her foot slipped beneath my cuff and her toes wiggled against my calf.

She removed her foot and a moment later I gasped when she placed it on my crotch.

“You okay, Ryan?” Dad asked.

“Uh, yeah, just swallowed wrong.” I replied as mom ran her foot along my rapidly stiffening cock.

“That happens sometimes.” Dad nodded. “Things go down the wrong way

“Never happens to me.” Mom winked, “Everything goes down just fine.”

“Maybe you chew your food more than most people.” Dad replied, totally missing my mother’s dirty remark.

I had to hold back another sound, this one a moan, as mom was rubbing her foot along my now fully hard cock.

I looked down at my lap and watched her foot work my crotch. Mom’s toes were painted in the same hot pink as her fingers and her foot looked damn sexy on the large bulge in my jeans.

I put my hand in my lap and ran my fingers across the top of her foot marveling at how soft her skin was.

Mom rewarded me with a smile, and then curled her toes into my cock. I began to breathe through my mouth as mom continued to tease me and caressed the top of her foot as she did.

I brought my other hand down and capturing mom’s foot between them, began to massage it. Mom bit her lip and I smiled as I worked my strong fingers into the bottom of her toes. Mom loved me playing with her feet, not just rubbing them, but licking and sucking them as well.

My cock ached as I stroked her soft foot while envisioning it being on my chest while I fucked her, or better yet, sucking her toes as I pounded that beautiful pussy she had just flashed me.

I allowed myself a satisfied smile as mom was now breathing heavier and squirming in her seat as I played my fingers lightly across the sole of her foot.

I jumped when she placed her other foot on my cock and our eyes met as she played with my cock and I rubbed her foot. I pressed her foot to my cock, then grabbed the other, holding them on either side of my trapped cock.

With a naughty smile, mom moved her legs, working her feet up and down my cock and I wished to hell I could unzip right there. Mom had given me foot jobs before and I found them to be a tease, but goddamn hot as hell.

Mom’s hand disappeared under the table and I noticed her face was flushing. She was playing with herself under the table. My fingers teased along her insteps as her worked her feet against my concealed cock and I was beginning to think I might pop off right there in my jeans when dad said,

“Ryan, what are you doing under the table?”

“Um… nothing.” I had to speak slowly as mom kept moving her feet along my cock.

“Takes two hands to do nothing,” He raised his eyebrows, “I know what you’re doing.”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Oh, I don’t think you do, I thought, but nevertheless put my hands back on the table.

“That’s better; I’ve told you before no texting at the table.”

“Sorry Dad.” I said, trying to keep a straight face as mom’s feet continued to move.

Dad started to reply, then rolled his eyes when his cell rang.

“No phones at the table, David.” Mom wagged her finger at him.

“I know, I know.” He removed his phone from his belt and looked at it, “Shit, I have to take this.”

“That’s okay,” Mom replied, “I know works crazy right now.”

“Hey, Bill?” Dad answered, “Hold on a minute, okay?” he covered the phone with his hand, “Give me five minutes? Then we can have some coffee and maybe play some cards, how’s that sound?”

“Great.” I gave him a forced smile, “Sounds like fun.”

Dad nodded then pushing his chair out turned and left the dining room, speaking into the phone as he headed down the hallway.

“Look in the mirror over the mantle,” Mom said, “Can you see dad walking to his office?”

“Yeah.” I nodded, seeing him enter the room at the end of the hall and flop into his armchair.

“Good, keep watching him.”

“Why, what are you… Oh my God, mom!”

My mother had pushed her chair back, slipped down onto her knees and crawled beneath the table.

“Mom, get up, dad could… Oh…”

I trailed off as mom practically ripped my jeans open; she pulled my zipper down and reaching into my underwear, expertly pulled my cock through them.

“God, I have missed this cock.” She whispered her brown eyes wide and glazed over with lust. “And my poor baby is all worked up, isn’t he?”

“M… mom, this is, oh yes.” I sighed as mom took my cock deep into her mouth.

I glanced into the mirror then back down to see my mother bobbing her head in my lap. I moaned softly as my cock slid into her warm wet mouth and her soft tongue slid along my hard shaft. I grabbed her pony tail and wrapped it around my hand and mom moaned as I gently guided her head along my cock.

Her eyes were fixed on mine as she blew me and I couldn’t believe she was being this daring! I could faintly hear dad talking and forced my eyes from the amazing sight of my mother sucking my cock long enough to make sure dad was still sitting in his chair.

My eyes returned to the incredible show of my mother slipping my cock from her mouth and running her tongue along the length of my shaft.

“Is this what you need, baby? You need mommy to take care of this nice big dick of yours?”

“Yes.” I moaned as she flicked her tongue teasingly around my purple head, “I missed you sucking my cock.”

“I bet every son tells his mother that.” She winked, “But that’s okay, because I missed having my son in my mouth, you make such cute noises when I blow you.”

“Mom,” I breathed as she grabbed my cock and pumped it while swirling her tongue around the sensitive underside of the tip. “D… dad.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to see how fast mommy can make her baby cum.”