Ethan frowned, his hand sliding down to rest on her hip. "Why not?" he asked again, his voice a mix of confusion and yearning.
Mrs. Willow took a deep breath, feeling his cum slowly trickling down her thigh. "Because we're family," she said, her voice firm despite her wavering resolve. "And Rachel and Lilly will be home soon."
He sighed, his chest rising and falling with each breath. "But what we have is...different," he said, his hand sliding down to cup her pussy. "It feels right."
Her body betrayed her, her pussy giving a little pulse of pleasure at his touch. "It does," she whispered, "But it's not."
They lay there in silence for a moment, the only sound their ragged breathing and the distant ticking of a clock. Mrs. Willow felt the weight of her decision, the gravity of what they'd done settling heavily on her chest.
"Fine," Ethan said finally, his hand moving away. "But I can't ignore how good it felt."
Mrs. Willow rolled onto her side, her eyes on the ceiling. "Neither can I," she said, her voice a sad confession. "But we have to."
They lay there, the air in the room thick with the scent of sex. Mrs. Willow felt a trickle of her juices begin to leak out, the stickiness reminding her of the taboo act they'd just shared. She didn't move, not wanting to break the moment, not yet.
"Your pussy," Ethan murmured, his voice filled with wonder, "It felt so...tight."
Mrs. Willow's cheeks flushed, the memory of his cock filling her making her clench around nothing. "It's been a while," she said, her voice a low murmur.
He chuckled, the sound lightening the mood slightly. "I could tell," he said, his tone playful. "It was like a vise around me."
Her hand slid down, covering the spot where his finger had been. "It's still sensitive," she admitted, her voice a breathy whisper.
Ethan leaned in, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Let me see," he said, his hand reaching down to replace hers.
Mrs. Willow's eyes widened as he slid a single digit inside her pussy. She gasped, her body already responding. "Ethan," she protested, her voice weak.
"What's wrong?" he asked innocently, his thumb brushing against her clit.
"This isn't fair," she whined, her hips rolling into his touch.
He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. "You liked it," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. "You liked being filled up by your son."
Mrs. Willow moaned, her body betraying her again. "Ethan, stop," she said, but it was half-hearted.
Instead of listening, he pinched her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Mrs. Willow arched her back, her eyes squeezed shut. "I said, stop," she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and annoyance.
With a smirk, Ethan pulled his hand away, his finger leaving her pussy with a wet sound. "If you say so," he murmured, his eyes watching as she struggled to regain her composure.
Mrs. Willow pushed herself off the bed, her legs shaky. "I need a shower," she said, her voice firm. She walked towards the bathroom, her butt cheeks clenching with each step, her pussy still throbbing from his touch.
"Again?" Ethan called after her, his voice teasing. "You're going to wear that poor shower out."
Mrs. Willow shot him a glare over her shoulder, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. "You're going to be the death of me," she said, her tone playful despite the seriousness of their situation.
Ethan watched her go, his eyes lingering on the sway of her hips. "Maybe," he murmured, his cock already twitching with renewed interest. But as the bathroom door clicked shut, he couldn't ignore the pang of disappointment in his chest.
Dressed in a pair of loose sweatpants and a t-shirt, Ethan made his way downstairs to the kitchen. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the air, and his stomach growled in anticipation. He rounded the corner and his eyes locked onto Mrs. Willow, who was standing at the stove in nothing but a short tank top and an apron that barely covered her ample boobs.
"Good morning," he said, his voice thick with lust.
Mrs. Willow jumped at the sound of his voice, turning to face him with a startled look. "Ethan," she said, her cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. "What are you doing up so early?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes drifting to her chest. "Couldn't sleep," he murmured, his gaze lingering on the way her nipples peaked beneath the fabric. "Where's Dad?"
"In the bathroom," she replied, her voice a bit shaky. She turned back to the stove, trying to focus on the eggs she was scrambling. "He'll be out soon."
Ethan stalked over to her, his cock already swelling at the sight of her bare ass. He reached out, his hand smacking down on her flesh with a satisfying thwack. "Ahh," Mrs. Willow yelped, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into the touch, her body already responding.
"Naughty boy," she chastised, but her voice was filled with a hint of amusement.
"Always," he said, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. "But you like it."
Mrs. Willow turned to face him, a smoldering look in her eyes. "Maybe I do," she murmured, "But you should know better than to start something you can't finish."
"Oh, I can finish," Ethan assured her, his thumb sliding under the waistband of her shorts. He hooked his fingers inside, tugging them down just enough to expose her bare pussy. "In fact, I was hoping to finish it right here."
Mrs. Willow gasped as his finger slid inside her, her legs trembling with the sudden intrusion. She tried to resist, to keep cooking, but the feel of him inside her was too much. "Ahh," she moaned, her hips jerking slightly.
"Mmh," he murmured, his eyes watching her face closely. "You're so wet."
"Huh, It's from the shower," she said, her voice a breathless lie.
Ethan chuckled, his finger moving in a slow circle around her clit. "You know it's not," he said, his voice low and seductive. "It's because you want my meat."
Mrs. Willow's eyes rolled back in her head, a hiss escaping her lips as he touched her. "Ahh, Ethan," she warned, her voice a whine.
"What's the matter, Mom?" he asked, his tone innocent. "Can't handle a little breakfast foreplay?"
Her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching around his finger. "Ahh, you're so naughty," she moaned, her hand gripping the counter to steady herself.
"But you love it," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. He slid another finger inside her, his thumb now rubbing her clit in a steady rhythm. "You love when I make you feel good."
Mrs. Willow couldn't deny it, her body moving with his touch. "Umm. We can't," she protested weakly, her voice a needy whine.
"Why not?" he asked, his voice a challenge. "Dad's busy. No one will know."
Her resolve crumbled, her body begging for more. "Okay," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "But we have to be quick."
Ethan didn't need any further encouragement. He yanked down her shorts, exposing her completely to his gaze. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes raking over her naked form.
Mrs. Willow blushed, her hand moving to cover herself. "Don't," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "Let me look at you."
Her hand hovered for a moment before dropping away, revealing her wet pussy, glistening in the morning light. "Ahh," she moaned, her legs trembling as he stepped closer, his cock now fully erect. "Ethan," she whispered, her eyes half-lidded with desire.
He didn't waste any time, his cock sliding into her in one smooth motion. "Ahh, fuck," she gasped, her body arching back. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm that made her breasts bounce.
The sound of Mr. Willow's footsteps grew closer, and Mrs. Willow's eyes went wide. "Ethan," she hissed, her hand coming up to cover his mouth. "We can't."
But Ethan was lost in the moment, his cock buried deep inside her. He leaned down, his mouth finding hers in a bruising kiss that silenced her protests. His hand found her clit, and she moaned into his mouth, her body shaking with the effort of staying quiet.
"You're so tight," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent waves of pleasure through her. "So wet for me."
Mrs. Willow's eyes rolled back in her head, and she couldn't help the little whimpers that escaped her as he fucked her. She felt like she was going to shatter into a million pieces, the pleasure too intense to be contained.
But then, the sound of Mr. Willow's footsteps grew louder, and she stiffened, reality crashing down on her like a cold shower. "Ethan, stop," she whispered urgently, pushing against his chest.
He pulled out of her with a wet pop, and she quickly turned around, her heart racing. She frantically adjusted her clothes, trying to cover herself up as best she could. Ethan, equally panicked, tucked his half-hard cock into his pants and zipped them up hastily.
They both took a deep breath as the bathroom door opened, and Mr. Willow walked into the kitchen, his face still foggy with sleep. "Morning, you two," he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.
Mrs. Willow managed a shaky smile, her cheeks still flushed from their tryst. "Good morning," she said, her voice a little too high. "Breakfast is almost ready."
Ethan took a step back, his hand shaking slightly as he adjusted his shirt. "Yeah, Dad," he said, his voice casual. "I just came down to grab a glass of OJ."
Mr. Willow nodded, not noticing a thing as he shuffled over to the fridge and pulled out the orange juice. "Thanks, bud," he said, pouring himself a glass.