During dinner, Ethan hints at needing private tuition, adding further tension between him and his mother. His hand finds its way onto her thigh, recalling their earlier encounter back to the forefront of her mind. The shared secret looms over dinner, with Rachel and Lilly's return adding complexity to their forbidden relationship.
Mrs. Willow's body was a war zone of emotions: guilt, fear, yet a wild, uncontrollable desire. She knew she should push him, but she couldn't resist the temptation. While her husband discussed Rachel's latest art project, she felt Ethan's hand slide up beneath her skirt, his fingers stroking the soft, tender skin of her inner thigh.
His thumb brushing against her swollen clit.
Mrs. Willow gasped, her fork clatter 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 filled with desire. The dinner passed in a blur, the tension strain between them as they pretended everything was normal.
Finally, as the dishes were cleared and her husband went to the living room, she said, "I'm going to take a shower." She had to cleanse herself, both physically and mentally, from the torrent of emotions that overwhelmed her after their encounter.
Mr. Willow nodded absently, his eyes on the television. "Alright, dear. I'll be in shortly."
During dinner, Ethan subtly pleasures Mrs. Willow, increasing the tension. She excuses herself for a shower, attempting to relieve the suffocating sensations. Mr. Willow remains oblivious to their secret as he sits in front of the television.
Mrs. Willow almost ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and locking it. She ripped her clothing off, her eyes lingering on her flushed skin and the slight prints of Ethan's juices. With trembling hands, she turned on the water, the noise from the shower filling the room. She stepped into the steam, the warm water cascading down her body, but it wasn't able to rinse the images of her son's dick from her mind.
Her hand found its way to her pussy, the thought of his touch making her clit throb. She slipped one, then two fingers inside, her body embracing the intrusion. "Ahh," she hissed, her walls clenching around her fingers. She began to thrust 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 in front 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 chalked them up to the normal noises of her bedtime regimen. Oblivious to the forbidden thoughts swirling in her mind, he settled deeper into his chair, lost in the world of the evening news.
Mrs. Willow succumbs to temptation in the bathroom, masturbating as she fantasizes about Ethan. Her husband remains oblivious in the other room, chalking up the sounds to her usual habits.
Mrs. Willow leaned against the cold tiles, the water hitting her back in a stinging spray. She was in her own world, a world in which the incorrectness of her cravings only served to make them all the more powerful. "Ahh, baby," she groaned, her orgasm building. "Fuck me with that big cock."
Her fingers moved faster, the sound of wetness filling the bathroom. Mrs. Willow's eyes were closed as she whispered Ethan's name softly, her hand moving in a frustrating 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 own fingers could give.
With a sigh, she turned off the water, her skin pruning from the heat. She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, wrapping it around her body as she walked into the master bath. She had to have him again, had to feel his cock stretching her, filling her pussy. She knew it was wrong, but the desire was too much to deny.
As she dried herself off, she considered her situation. "What have I become?" she murmured to her reflection in the mirror, her hand still stuck between her legs, playing with the swollen flesh. "A mother who craves for her son's cock." The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the taboo she had accepted.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Ethan's door opening and closing. She tensed, expecting to hear the sound of 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 said, a sigh of frustration and longing.
Her hand moved away from her pussy, the ache inside her still there. She slipped into her nightgown, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. Her mind was full of thoughts of what would occur when Rachel and Lilly got back home. Would they be able to keep it hidden? Could they keep this a secret? Would they be able to resist each other?
Mrs. Willow breathed deeply, her trembling hand opening the door to her own bedroom. She looked over at her husband, who was sleeping peacefully, and felt a twinge of guilt. But it was soon overshadowed by the recollection of Ethan's passionate kisses and the touch of his cock.
"Fuck," she hissed, unable to resist the temptation any longer. She snuck into Ethan's room, her heart racing. She opened the door, and the darkness engulfed her. "Ethan," she called softly, her voice trembling.
"Mom?" His voice was sleepy, confused.
"I need you," she whispered, her hand searching for his body. She could feel the heat of his skin, her fingers tracing downward to his cock. "I need you inside me again."
"Mom," he snarled, his voice heavy with sleep, "What's wrong?"
Mrs. Willow didn't answer. She instead bent closer to the bed, her hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking it gently until it became hard once again. "I can't get you out of my head," she gasped, her breath warm against his ear.
Ethan's eyes snapped open, his heart racing. "You want more?" he asked, his voice a mix of shock 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 mutual secret hanging in the air. Then, unable to resist, Ethan bent forward, taking her lips in a hungry kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hand never stopping its motion.
"Your pussy," he breathed into her mouth, "I have to feel it again."
"Take me," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "Make me cum."
With a snarl of desire, Ethan pulled her nightgown over her head, revealing her naked body to his hungry gaze. He buried his face in her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin, making her tremble. 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 gasped, 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.
"Ahh," Mrs. Willow moaned, arching her back, offering herself to him. "Your hands feels so good."
He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, causing her to gasp. His other hand slid down, finding her wetness. "You're so ready for me," he said, his voice filled with 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, slamming two fingers inside her eagerly. She was so wet, her juices coating his hand.
"Ethan," she panted, her hips grinding 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 in 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.