They sprang into action, their movements frantic. Ethan tugged on his shorts, his cock still half-hard as he hastily stuffed it back into his boxers. Mrs. Willow grabbed her clothes and began to dress, her hands trembling as she tried to ignore the sticky wetness between her legs.
"Hurry," she hissed, her eyes darting towards the door.
Ethan moved quickly, pulling his shirt over his head and slipping his pants back on. His cock was still half-hard, and he had to adjust himself before heading to the bathroom. Mrs. Willow took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she listened to the sound of his footsteps disappearing down the hallway.
With trembling hands, she pulled on her shirt and shorts, the fabric sticking slightly to her damp skin. She took one last look at the rumpled bed, the evidence of their illicit encounter, before rushing to the door. As she opened it, she was met with the familiar scent of her husband's cologne and the sound of his footsteps on the stairs.
"Honey, I'm home!" Mr. Willow called out cheerfully, his keys jingling.
Mrs. Willow swallowed hard, her heart racing. "Welcome back," she said, her voice sounding more normal than she felt. "I'll start dinner."
Mr. Willow leaned in for a kiss, and she tasted the faint trace of Ethan on her lips. She turned away quickly, pretending to be busy with the pots and pans. "I'll be right down," she assured him, her voice a little too high.
"Take your time," he said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "I'm going to wash up first."
Mrs. Willow listened as her husband's footsteps moved down the hall to the bathroom. She leaned against the kitchen counter, her hand pressed to her still-throbbing pussy. She could feel Ethan's cum leaking out of her, a sticky reminder of what had just transpired. Her mind raced with the implications of their actions, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand.
With trembling fingers, she started to prep dinner, her thoughts wandering to the taste of her son on her lips. The kitchen was a whirlwind of activity as she chopped, sautéed, and seasoned, trying to ignore the slickness between her legs. Each movement brought a fresh wave of pleasure, making it difficult to concentrate.
Ethan had been watching her from the hallway, his cock still semi-erect from their encounter. He couldn't resist the urge to sneak back in, his heart racing with excitement and fear. As he approached her from behind, he reached out and grabbed a handful of her thick, juicy butt, feeling it fill his palm.
Mrs. Willow yelped in shock, spinning around to face him. "Ethan!" she hissed, her cheeks flushing red.
"Mom," he murmured, his voice low and needy. He slipped his hand down the front of her shorts, sliding one finger inside her wet pussy without warning. She gasped, her body betraying her as it clenched around him.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, trying to pull away, but her voice was laced with arousal.
He met her gaze, his eyes dark with lust. "Making sure you're ready for round two," he whispered, his finger moving in and out of her slowly.
Mrs. Willow's eyes widened in shock and anger. "You can't just...do that!" she protested weakly, her body responding despite her words.
With a smug grin, Ethan pulled his finger out, bringing it to his mouth to lick the sweetness of her juices. His mother's face went scarlet, and she slapped his hand away, horrified at his audacity.
But before she could say anything more, Mr. Willow's voice boomed from the dining room, "Dinner's ready yet?"
Mrs. Willow's eyes darted to the clock. "Almost," she called back, her voice strained. She turned to Ethan, whispering fiercely, "You need to go. Now."
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "But, Mom, I'm not done with you."
Her eyes narrowed, and she stepped back, straightening her clothes. "We'll finish this later," she said through gritted teeth, "When your father isn't around."
Ethan smirked, adjusting his shorts, and retreated to his room. The anticipation of what was to come made his cock throb.
Mrs. Willow took a deep breath, willing her body to behave as she carried the plates to the table. Her pussy was still pulsing from Ethan's touch, and she hoped that her husband wouldn't notice anything amiss. But as she set the food down, she couldn't help the small, satisfied smile that played on her lips, thinking of the delicious secret she and her son shared.
"What's got you smiling?" Mr. Willow asked, his eyes twinkling.
Mrs. Willow flushed, caught off guard. "Oh, nothing," she said, a little too quickly. "Just happy you're home."
Ethan sauntered in, his own expression giving nothing away. He took his seat, his eyes flicking down to his mother's ass as she bent over to serve the meal. She felt his gaze and shivered, the memory of his finger inside her making her pussy clench.
"Thanks, Mom," he said, his voice a little too casual.
"You're welcome," she replied, her tone tight. She didn't dare look at him, afraid that the heat in his eyes would give them away.
They sat down to eat, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Every bite she took felt like a lie, her mind replaying the moment Ethan had filled her so completely. She could feel her cheeks flaming, and she hoped it was just the heat from the stove.
Mr. Willow broke the silence, "So, I got a call from Rachel today. They're all set to come home next week. Can't wait to see those two."
"How's Rachel's internship going?" Ethan asked, his eyes never leaving his plate.
"Great," Mr. Willow replied, "And Lilly's summer camp? Did you hear about her archery award?"
Mrs. Willow forced a smile. "That's wonderful. She's always had a knack for that."
"Yeah," Mr. Willow said, "It's going to be a full house again. Maybe we should plan a family dinner or something to celebrate their return."
They sits down for dinner with Mr. Willow oblivious to the sexual tension between Ethan and Mrs. Willow. They exchange loaded glances, with Mrs. Willow struggling to maintain composure. Their conversation turns to Rachel and Lilly's upcoming homecoming, hinting at a potential celebration, adding another layer of complexity to their hidden affair.
Ethan's hand brushed against hers under the table, sending an electric current up her arm. She jerked away, pretending to drop a napkin. "I'm sure they'd love that," she said, her voice wavering slightly.
The conversation turned to Ethan's schooling, his father beaming with pride at his academic achievements. Mrs. Willow nodded along, her thoughts racing. Rachel and Lilly's return meant more eyes, more questions, more danger of being caught.
Ethan took a deep breath. "Dad, I need to talk to you about something."
Mr. Willow put down his fork, his expression concerned. "What's up, son?"
"It's about my studies," Ethan began, "I've been having a bit of trouble focusing."
"Is everything okay?" Mrs. Willow asked, her mind racing.
"It's just," Ethan paused, his eyes darting to hers, "I think I need some extra help, maybe some private tutoring."
"Whatever you need," Mr. Willow said, patting his back, "Your mother and I are here to support you."
The air was thick with unspoken desire, the secret between them like a third person at the dinner table. Mrs. Willow's heart pounded as Ethan's hand slid up her thigh, his fingers dangerously close to her still-wet pussy.
"Thanks," Ethan said, his voice low, "I'll look into it tomorrow."