Mrs. Willow's heart sank. She'd been hoping they could have some time alone, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen. "Okay," she said, forcing a smile. "Do you need anything before you go?"
"No," Mr. Willow said, already grabbing his keys. "I'll grab something on the way. But I might be late tonight. Don't wait up for me." He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and was out the door.
Mrs. Willow took a deep breath, the weight of their affair pressing down on her. She turned back to the sink, her hands plunging into the soapy water. But her mind was elsewhere, replaying every detail of their morning tryst.
Before she could even start to clean up the dishes, Ethan was behind her, his hand slipping around her waist. He pulled her tight against his chest, his hard cock pressing into her back. "Mom," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck.
She gasped, her body betraying her as she leaned back into his embrace. "What?," she said, her voice trembling. "Ahh, you have to wait a bit."
But Ethan's hands had a mind of their own, moving up to cup her breasts. "Your tits so fucking gorgeous," he whispered, his thumbs flicking her nipples. Mrs. Willow's knees went weak, and she leaned into him, unable to resist.
He turned her around, his mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss. She didn't protest as he tugged her tank top up, his hands moving to squeeze and knead her bare breasts. She moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Mom," Ethan groaned, breaking the kiss. "I can't get enough of you, Mom." He stepped back, his eyes on her flushed face. "Spread your legs," he ordered.
Her eyes widened, but she obeyed, her heart racing. Ethan dropped to his knees, his hands sliding down her stomach to her shorts. "Ahh. Ethan!!," she whispered, her voice a shacky.
He didn't listen, his hands deftly unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them down. He took a moment to appreciate the view of her round, bare ass before pulling her panties aside. "Mmm," he murmured, his breath hot on her skin. He buried his face between her cheeks, his tongue tracing her butthole.
Mrs. Willow gasped, her hand shooting to her mouth. "Mmmhmm. Oh my God," she moaned, her legs trembling. She'd never been so exposed, so vulnerable.
"Mmm. Its taste so good," Ethan said, his voice muffled by her flesh. He pushed her panties down to her ankles, his tongue delving deeper into her ass. She could feel his breath against her wet pussy, and she knew she was going to cum if he didn't stop.
But she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to lick her hard, to make her scream. She leaned against the counter, her body shaking as he explored every inch of her lower part of the body.
Finally, he stood up, his eyes filled with lust. "Lean there," he said, his voice a command.
Mrs. Willow did as she was told, her palms flat on the cool counter. She felt the head of his cock nudge at her pussy, and she pushed back, eager for his cock. "Ahh," she gasped as he filled her inside, his hands on her hips as he drove into her.
"Mom," he growled, his grip tightening. "Its so slippery."
"Ohh. Ethan," she moaned, her voice a plea. "Ahh. Yes. Harder."
He obeyed her, his hips slamming into her with an intensity that left her breathless. She could feel her orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in her belly.
"How is my dick feels. Huh?" he asked, his voice a purr. "You like it when I fuck you like a whore?"
"Ahh, Mhmmm ohhh, Yes. Right there," she moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock. "Ohh Gosh, yeshhh I love it."
He chuckled, his hand moving around to cup her breast. "You're such a good girl," he murmured, his thumb flicking her nipple. "So wet for your son."
The words sent a shiver of excitement through her, and she pushed back harder against him. "Ahhh, Yes. Mmmmhmm, Like that. Fuck my tight little pussy," she begged, her voice a desperate whine.
Ethan's hand moved faster, his finger sliding in and out of her wetness. "You're so greedy," he murmured, his voice a dark chuckle. "You want it all, don't you?"
"Mhmmm, Yes," she moaned, her hips bucking back into his hand. "I want it all, baby. Don't stop."
Her words were like a drug to Ethan, spurring him on. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. He spun her around, pushing her against the counter, her breasts bouncing as she gasped for air. He claimed her mouth again, his tongue delving deep as he slammed into her once more.
Mrs. Willow's nails dug into his shoulders, her moans muffled by his kiss. She was lost in the sensation, her body no longer her own as he took her, used her, owned her. She felt herself cumming again, her pussy spasming around his cock. "Ahh, Ethan," she cried out, her body shaking.
But Ethan didn't stop. He didn't ease up, his cock pumping into her without mercy. "Cum for me, Mom," he whispered against her ear. "Cum all over my cock."
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her pussy clamping down around his length. She screamed into his mouth, her legs giving out from under her. He caught her, holding her up as he continued to fuck her through her climax.
When she finally came down, panting and trembling, he pulled out and spun her around. He was still rock hard, his cock standing proud and demanding. "On your knees, Mom." he said, his voice a low growl.
Mrs. Willow didn't hesitate, her knees hitting the tile with a soft thump. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and filled with lust. "Please, baby," she begged, her voice shaky. "Please cum on me."
Ethan didn't need to be told twice. He stroked his cock a few times, her juices coating his hand. "Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice thick with desire.
Her lips parted obediently, and he painted her face with ropes of thick, white cum. She swallowed it greedily, her tongue darting out to catch every drop. "Mmm," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. "Mmm, so thick."
Ethan stepped back, his chest heaving. "You're hole is mine from now on," he said, his voice filled with possession. "Mine to use whenever I want."
Mrs. Willow looked up at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with passion. "Yes," she whispered. "Always."
Their breathing slowed, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. They stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.