During dinner, Ethan hints at needing private tutoring, adding to the tension between him and his mother. His hand wanders to her thigh, bringing their earlier encounter back to the forefront of her mind. Their shared secret looms over the meal, with Rachel and Lilly's return adding complexity to their clandestine relationship.
Mrs. Willow's body was a battleground of emotions: guilt, fear, but also a fierce, undeniable lust. She knew she should push him away, but she couldn't resist the temptation. As her husband talked about Rachel's latest art project, she felt Ethan's hand slip under her skirt, his fingers grazing the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
"Mrs. Castellanos said she'd help me out," Ethan added, his thumb brushing against her swollen clit.
Mrs. Willow gasped, her fork clattering against her plate. "What was that?" Mr. Willow asked, frowning.
"Nothing," she said quickly, "Just...choked on my food."
Ethan smirked, his hand retreating.
Mrs. Willow took a sip of water, trying to compose herself. "You do that," she murmured, her voice hoarse with need. The dinner passed in a blur, the tension palpable between them as they pretended everything was normal.
Finally, as the dishes were cleared and her husband retreated to the living room, she announced, "I'm going to take a shower." She needed to cleanse herself, both physically and mentally, from the torrent of emotions that flooded her after their encounter.
Mr. Willow nodded absently, engrossed in the TV. "Okay, love. I'll be in shortly."
During dinner, Ethan subtly pleasures Mrs. Willow, increasing the tension. She excuses herself for a shower, seeking relief from the overwhelming emotions. Mr. Willow remains oblivious to their secret as he watches TV.
Mrs. Willow practically fled to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She peeled off her clothes, her eyes lingering on her flushed skin and the faint traces of Ethan's essence. With trembling hands, she turned on the water, the sound of the shower filling the room. She stepped into the steam, the hot water cascading down her body, but it couldn't wash away the thoughts of her son's cock inside her.
Her hand found its way to her pussy, the memory of his touch making her clit throb. She slipped one, then two fingers inside, her body welcoming the intrusion. "Ahh," she hissed, her walls clenching around her digits. She began to pump them in and out, her other hand playing with her swollen clit. "Ethan," she murmured, her eyes closing.
The image of him, his cock in her hand, filled her mind. She imagined him standing before her, his eyes dark with lust as he watched her pleasure herself. "Mmh," she moaned, her breathing quickening. Her hand moved faster, her body arching into the sensation.
In the living room, Mr. Willow heard the faint sounds of his wife's pleasure, but dismissed it as the usual sounds of her nightly ritual. Unaware of the taboo thoughts playing in her head, he settled deeper into his chair, lost in the world of the evening news.
In the bathroom, Mrs. Willow succumbs to her desires, masturbating while thinking of Ethan. Her husband remains clueless in the next room, attributing the noises to her normal routines.
Mrs. Willow leaned against the cold tiles, the water hitting her back in a stinging spray. She was lost in her own world, a world where the wrongness of her desires only made them more potent. "Ahh, baby," she moaned, her orgasm building. "Fuck me with that big cock."
Her fingers moved faster, the sound of wetness filling the bathroom. Mrs. Willow's eyes squeezed shut as she whispered Ethan's name, her hand working in a feverish pace. But no matter how much she tried, her own touch couldn't replicate the feeling of his cock inside her. She felt a pang of frustration, her body craving more than her solo efforts could provide.
With a sigh, she turned off the water, her skin pruning from the heat. Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body as she made her way to the master bathroom. She had to have him again, had to feel his cock stretching her, filling her. She knew it was wrong, but the need was too intense to ignore.
As she dried herself off, she contemplated her situation. "What have I become?" she murmured to her reflection in the mirror, her hand still between her legs, playing with the swollen flesh. "A mother who craves her son's cock." The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the taboo she had embraced.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Ethan's door opening and closing. She tensed, listening for his footsteps, her body screaming for his touch. But they never came. He was in his room, probably doing homework or playing games, oblivious to her desperate need. "Ethan," she whispered, her voice a mix of longing and anger.
Her hand moved away from her pussy, the ache inside her unabated. She slipped into her nightgown, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. Her mind was racing with scenarios of what could happen when Rachel and Lilly returned home. Could they keep this a secret? Would they be able to resist each other?
Mrs. Willow took a deep breath, her hand shaking as she opened the door to her own room. She saw her husband, snoring gently, and felt a twinge of guilt. But it was quickly drowned by the memory of Ethan's passionate kisses and the feel of his cock.
"Fuck," she hissed, unable to ignore the need anymore. She tiptoed to Ethan's room, her heart racing. She pushed the door open, the darkness enveloping her. "Ethan," she called softly, her voice trembling.
"Mom?" His voice was sleepy, confused.
"I need you," she whispered, her hand reaching out to find his body. She felt the warmth of his skin, her fingers trailing down to his cock. "I need you inside me again."
"Mom," he groaned, his voice thick with sleep, "What's wrong?"
Mrs. Willow didn't answer. Instead, she moved closer to the bed, her hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking it gently until it grew firm again. "I can't get you out of my head," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear.
Ethan's eyes flew open, his heart racing. "You want more?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.
"More than you could possibly know," she replied, her hand moving faster.
They stared at each other for a moment, the intensity of their shared secret hanging in the air. Then, unable to resist, Ethan leaned in, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hand never stopping its ministrations.
"Your pussy," he murmured against her lips, "I want to feel it again."
"Take me," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "Make me cum."
With a growl of need, Ethan pulled her nightgown over her head, revealing her naked body to his eager eyes. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, making her shiver. Mrs. Willow reached down, her hand sliding over his abs to grip his cock again, her thumb smearing the precum that had gathered at the tip.
"Ahh," she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. "It's so big, so hard."
"You like it, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and demanding.
"I love it," she breathed, her hand pumping him faster.
He pushed her onto the bed, his body covering hers. She spread her legs willingly, inviting him in. His hand moved from her ass to her waist, then up to cup her full, heavy breasts. "Mom," Ethan murmured, his thumbs teasing her nipples into hard peaks.
"Ahh," Mrs. Willow moaned, arching her back, offering herself to him. "Your hands feel so good."
He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, making her gasp. His other hand slid down, finding her wetness. "You're so ready for me," he said, his voice filled with wonder and desire.
"Mmh," she agreed, her eyes half-closed, "I've been thinking about your cock all night."
"And I've been thinking about this pussy," he growled, sliding two fingers into her eagerly. She was so wet, her juices coating his hand.
"Ethan," she panted, her hips bucking against his fingers, "I need more."
"You want my cock, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
"Yes," she whispered, her eyes pleading. "Please, Ethan."
He positioned himself between her legs, his cock standing proud and thick. Mrs. Willow's eyes widened with anticipation as she felt the tip of his cock brush against her wet pussy.