Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

It was only supposed to be for three weeks but now he was wishing the commitment was for longer, so much longer.

What she was doing felt so wonderful and he knew he was getting close. He also knew that she knew.

She had to be able to feel his nutsack tighten up in anticipation but he knew he wouldn't be allowed to go over the edge until he said it again.

Why did she insist on hearing it?

On hearing those exact words?

Todd raised his hips and started to thrust into her grasping hands. He loved the way they looked wrapped around his stiffness and the way the blood red fingernail polish contrasted with his pale stalk.

She loosened her grip in response to his thrusting and the frustration was palpable as he was so tantalizingly close. He wanted to grasp his manhood himself and finish the job but knew it would be so much better with the possibility of greater delights if he only played along with her little game.

"No no, not yet you naughty boy."

"Please Mrs Jensen! I'm so close. Please!"

She squeezed his shaft anew and he lowered his bare ass once again to the straw floor in the barn.

The cows were quiet except for the chewing sounds they made while munching the hay bales.

They were contented after having been milked earlier by Todd.

Now Todd needed to be drained, needed to be milked.

Inga ran a thumb over his straining mushroom helmet, coating it with the precum that was flowing so freely now.

"My my! Your balls feel so full. So full of cream."

"They are full. I'm going to burst Mrs Jensen. Please do it!"

"Please do what?"

"You know what."

"I'm not sure I do."

Inger said this while she was exactly sure what he wanted her to do.

She wasn't going to satisfy him however until he said what she needed to hear. What she had missed hearing for almost four years.

Before her friend Lois Walker had so generously volunteered her son Todd to come and help her in the mornings for a few weeks before he went off to college she wasn't sure she would ever hear it again. Now she was going to hear it, and she was going to do it, and do so much more.

July:

Their first meeting was auspicious. Inger Jensen had accepted an invitation to tea from Lois Walker after having put her off several times before.

What had changed her mind this time was Inger having run into Lois Walkers young son Todd at the feed store the previous week.

He had helped her load her pickup truck and had smiled at her in a way that made her heart melt with longing.

It had also made her pussy moisten in an almost forgotten way.

"Let me help you with those."

"Thank you young man. They are not really heavy but I hate to discourage politeness."

"No problem Mrs Jensen."

"Excuse me but do I know you? Forgive me if I don't remember."

"I'm Todd. Todd Walker. From the farm next to yours."

When she stared at him without recognition he continued, "I've been staying with my grandparents for the past eight years. I'm back for the summer now before I set out on my own." "Oh my goodness! I would never have known you. You have grown up so big and strong."

At this Todd blushed a little and then a little more when the blond widow squeezed his bicep.

"My Lars was very strong too, like you are."

Her expression grew sad for a moment at this remembrance.

"I'm sorry about Lars Mrs Jensen. My mom phoned me when it happened. He was the big brother I never had. War is so stupid."

"Not all wars are stupid young man. You are right about this one though. It was stupid and it cost me my boy. Enough sad talk. Are you going to be home long?"

"Just for the summer. Then I go off to college."

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"Good for you. Get smart. Make your Momma proud."

*******

"Mrs Jensen will be coming for tea this afternoon Todd, will you be around?"

"Mrs Jensen from the farm next to ours?"

"Yes. Of course. How many other Mrs Jensens do you know?"

"None I guess. But I thought she had always said no to you when you had asked. Why would she change her mind

when you asked this time."

August 1971: Nebraska

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Lois turned from the sink where she had been washing dishes and addressed her son sitting at the kitchen table.

"This time I didn't make the call. She called here and asked if you would be joining us if she were to come over. I said I wasn't sure but I thought you would be."

"I've got nowhere else to be so I suppose so."

"I wonder why she is so interested? She tried to pass it off as a casual question but I could tell that your presence was important to her."

"I met her at the feed store last week, helped her load her truck. We talked about Lars for a moment or two."

"Of course. She has been so lonely and withdrawn since he's been gone. It must be three years now."

"Four actually since he went to Nam."

"So young. Too young."

Lois added. "I'm sure you brought back some memories of him for her. She probably wants to talk some more about him. It will do her good. She has been too repressed, too alone."

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This was the most exquisite torture possible but it had to end.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 00005s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Inger was leaning over him now. He could feel her hot breath on his cock and when she ran her tongue over her lips he wanted to will her mouth down over his dick but he would wait.

She needed to control the pace he instinctively knew.

Todd had never experienced a blowjob although he had imagined what one would feel like. He had experienced being tugged off by his equally inexperienced girlfriends during his time in Ames at his grandparents. That was the extent of his sexual experience prior to the past few weeks. Furtive fumblings with virgin teenagers and counting second base as a major victory.

Now he might finally know what it was like to be blown, to be fucked hopefully.

He only had to say it. Why the hell not?

Had he not said it many times over the previous mornings?

If it was what she wanted to hear, needed to hear, so be it.

"Please milk me Mrs Jensen."

Inger squeezed the base of his cock hard and looked up at him reproachfully.

"Mrs Jensen? You know better?"

"Milk me mommy. Please milk me."

"That's better. I will milk you my baby. Would you like a special treat?"

"Yes mommy."

"Would you like mommy to milk you with her mouth?"

"Oh yes. Please mommy. Milk me mommy. Milk me with your mouth."

"Good boy. Give mommy your cream now."

With that Inger dropped her head down over Todd and engulfed his penis in one fell swoop.

"Oooohh!"

"You like?" She said after slowly sliding up the shaft and coating it with her lipstick. The head emerging from her suctioning lips with an audible pop.

"Oh yes Mrs... er mommy. Oh yes mommy I do."

"Good. I like it too. Now let's milk all of the boy cream from those balls of yours."

Inger bobbed her head down taking the eighteen year old once again into her salivating mouth. Her long blond hair tickled his balls while she swirled her tongue around his helmet head as she stroked and milked his shaft. Todds balls tightened further and she knew from experience that her reward was on its way.