Ethan stepped back, a smug smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of his mother's cum-covered face. "This pussy…," she murmured, her voice low and needy. "It's all yours, sweetie…."
The words sent a bolt of electricity through him, and he couldn't resist the urge to mark her further. He reached out, smearing his cum across her cheek with the tip of his dick. "Good girl," he affirmed.
Mrs. Willow leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as he painted her with his seed. When he was done, she opened them, looking up at him with a mix of love and fear. "I don't know how we're going to keep this up when Rachel and Lilly come home," she whispered.
Ethan leaned down, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips. "Don't worry, Mom," he said, his voice a purr. "We'll find a way."
With that, he turned and strolled out of the kitchen, his cock still hard and his mind racing with ideas. He knew they had to be careful, but the thrill of their secret was intoxicating. He headed upstairs to the bathroom.
The warm water cascading over him felt like heaven, washing away the evidence of their sin. His thoughts drifted to Rachel and Lilly, and his cock grew hard again at the thought of the other secrets their family held. He knew he'd have to tread carefully with them, but he couldn't wait to explore those hidden desires as well. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to his room, the smell of sex still lingering in the air.
Mrs. Willow was still in the kitchen, her eyes glazed over as she mechanically washed the dishes. She couldn't get the feeling of Ethan's cock out of her head. She knew they had to be careful, but the thought of Rachel and Lilly coming home only made her pussy throb with anticipation.
Ethan approached her, leaning in close, his hand reaching out to squeeze her ass. "Mom," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "We're going to have to get more careful when they're home."
Mrs. Willow jumped, nearly dropping the plate she was holding. She turned to face him, her cheeks flaming red. "What are you talking about?" she hissed, trying to keep her voice low.
"You know what I mean," Ethan said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "We can't let a little thing like them being here stop us."
"Ethan!" she scolded, her eyes wide. "We can't just have sex whenever we want. It's not that simple."
"Why not?" his hand still on her ass. "We've got the whole house to ourselves. We just need to be a little more...discrete."
Mrs. Willow's eyes searched his, her heart racing. She knew he was right, but the thought of their daughters walking in on them was terrifying. "But what if they find out?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"They won't," Ethan assured her, his hand moving to her waist. "We'll make sure of it." He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. She melted against him, her body responding despite her fears.
When he finally pulled away, she was panting, her eyes hooded. "You're insatiable," she murmured, her voice filled with both love and exasperation.
"Only for you, Mom," he said, his hand moving to cup her breast.
Mrs. Willow leaned into his touch, her nipples hardening beneath his palm. "Mmhmmm _ We'll figure it out," she whispered.
With a pat on her ass, Ethan turned and headed out the door, leaving her standing there. She watched him go, her heart racing as she thought about the future. It was going to be a wild ride, she could feel it. But she was ready for whatever came next.
As he walked down the street towards the bus stop, Ethan couldn't help but think about his mother's tight pussy, and how he was going to slams it again as soon as he had the chance. He was lost in his thoughts, his cock thickening in his pants, when he heard the low rumble of the bus approaching. He quickly snapped out of his reverie and took his position at the stand, trying to look nonchalant.
The bus pulled up, the doors hissing open. Ethan climbed the steps, flashing his pass at the driver with a forced smile. He found an empty seat by the window and took it, his thoughts racing. The scent of the bus was stale, a mix of diesel and sweat, but he barely noticed as he debated who to ask for help with his tutoring.
"Ms. Alena?" he murmured to himself, his voice low. "She's got a bit of a temper, but she's the best." He leaned back, his eyes drifting shut as he remembered her fiery eyes and the way she'd snap her gum when she was frustrated. But she knew her shit, and that was all that mattered.
"I can handle a little bit of sass if it means I can pass my exams," he said, his voice a little too loud for his own comfort. The old woman across the aisle glanced at him, a frown etched into her wrinkled face, but he ignored her.
As he was lost in his thoughts, the bus lurched to a stop at the next stand. The doors hissed open, and a gust of fresh air brought with it a vision of beauty. A girl with long blonde hair that cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall stepped onto the bus. She had piercing brown eyes that seemed to see right through him, and a body that was curvy in all the right places. Her outfit was modest, hinting at the kind of upbringing that was a stark contrast to the depravity he'd just indulged in with his mother. She walked down the aisle, her hips swaying gently with each step, and his eyes followed her hungrily.
Ethan felt his cock twitch in his pants as she approached, his thoughts momentarily shifting from Mrs. Alena to the tantalizing stranger. She had a bag slung over her shoulder, the weight of it pulling at her tight t-shirt and giving him a glimpse of her full breasts. He wondered if she was a college student, her youth and innocence a tantalizing morsel he hadn't tasted in a long time. She stopped next to him, her eyes flicking to his before moving to the empty seat.
With a coy smile, she sat down, her thigh brushing against his. She pulled out her phone, her thumbs dancing across the screen.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice a little too eager.
"Yeah," she said, not looking up. "Just making sure I'm not late for class."
The bus jolted back into motion, and she leaned into him slightly, her breasts pressing into his arm. He couldn't help but glance down, his eyes lingering on her cleavage.
"You go to Weston University too?" the blonde girl asked, glancing up from her phone with a surprised smile.
"Yeah," Ethan replied, his voice a little too eager. "Third year, Business Administration."
"No way!" she exclaimed. "Me too! What a small world."
Ethan felt a rush of excitement. "What's your major?"
"Art history," she said, her eyes sparkling with interest. "I'm Luna."
"Ethan," he said, his heart racing. "It's cool to meet you."