As Aria lay there, half-fainted, her eyes rolled back and mouth half open. Her thighs twitched, dripping with thick, sticky fluid. With her thighs soaked and twitching, her breath came out in soft, shaky gasps. Her body still jerking every few seconds from the aftershocks. Ethan leaned back, watching her with a cold grin, his cock still throbbing, coated in their mess.
But then she whimpered—just a small, helpless sound—and her legs shifted slightly, as if inviting him back in. Ethan smirked. "You think I'm done with you?" he muttered, crawling down between her spread thighs. His fingers pried her open, revealing her dripping cunt, leaking thick cream from deep inside.
"Mmh—ahhh!!" Aria jolted when his tongue touched her overstimulated clit. Her whole body spasmed, her hands grabbing the sheets tight. "N-Nooo… Ethan, I—I'm too sensitive~" She whimpered, her voice cracking, but her hips rolled on their own, begging for more.
Ethan didn't listen. He licked her slowly at first, dragging his tongue through the cum drooling from her slit, tasting both of them mixed together. "Goddamn, you taste so fucking good," he growled against her cunt before sucking hard on her swollen nub.
"Ahh—!! AHHH!!" Aria screamed as her hips flew off the bed. Her eyes rolled back again, tongue hanging out, while her juices squirted right into his face. She couldn't stop it. Her body went wild, legs kicking, pussy gushing all over again. Ethan kept going, holding her down, slurping and drinking every drop like a beast.
Her voice was gone. She tried to say something, but only a choked gasp came out. She was crying from how good it felt. Just then, Ethan stood up, wiped his mouth, and aligned his cock again.
"Stay still, Mom," he whispered as he shoved it back inside her twitching, cum-flooded pussy—balls-deep in one go.
"AAHHHH—!!"
Aria screamed, her whole body snapping like a bowstring. Ethan didn't stop. He grabbed her waist and started pounding into her soaked pussy with merciless rhythm, her insides already overflowing with thick cum from the last round.
"F-Fuck, Mom—you're still so tight…" He grunted, his grip bruising her hips as he slammed into her again and again.
Her body was twitching, her mouth stuck open, no words coming out—only breathless moans and desperate whimpers. The wet slapping noises were obscene, echoing through the room like a drumbeat. Every time his cock hit the end of her cunt, her legs kicked weakly, as if her body was trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure.
She was broken—eyes rolled back, tears clinging to her lashes, drool trickling from her lips. "Ahnn~ Ethan~ I-I can't… I can't—" she cried, but her pussy clenched even tighter around him, as if begging to be wrecked even more.
Ethan leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. "Yes, you can," he whispered between ragged breaths. "You're doing so fucking good, Mom… Take all of it."
Her walls fluttered around him, and with a growl, Ethan slammed one final thrust deep inside her, burying himself to the hilt. His entire body tensed.
"Fuck—Mom—I'm cumming—!!"
He held her down, grinding his hips as his cock erupted inside her again, thick streams of cum shooting straight into her womb. She moaned softly, feeling the heat pour inside her like lava, her belly twitching as her body welcomed every drop.
Ethan didn't move for a while. He stayed inside, breathing hard, holding her tight, their bodies tangled together and soaked in sweat and slick. Finally, with a wet pop, he pulled out slowly.
A thick strand of white spilled from her stretched, twitching hole. Her legs were still trembling. Aria lay there, dazed, her hands weakly clinging to his arms.
He kissed her cheek softly. "You okay, Mom?"
She gave a lazy smile, eyes half-lidded. "Okay? .... Mmhmm… That was too much… but I loved it."
Ethan chuckled, brushing the hair from her face.
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The city was quiet in the early morning—no honking, no barking, just the distant hum of life waking up. The sky was clean blue, not a single cloud in sight. Morning rays slipped through the curtains, casting soft golden lines across the bed and marble floor. The air was warm, still holding onto the heat from last night.
Ethan blinked a few times, eyelids heavy. His whole body felt sore—like he'd just come back from a battlefield. Except the only thing he'd been fighting was Aria's tight cunt.
The blanket barely covered his lower half. He slowly sat up, eyes scanning for his phone. His body was completely bare, skin still sticky with sweat and the faint scent of his so-called mother. He looked down—his cock lay there, soft but still thick, traces of dried cum clinging to the veiny shaft. The sheet beneath him was stained and damp from all the mess they made.
The moment he turned his head, a sharp throb pulsed at the side of his skull.
"Damn… that hurts," he muttered, wincing as he rubbed his temple.
This kind of sudden headache wasn't new—he'd been feeling them for quite a few days. And considering how much milk he dumped out last night, he figured it was just his body tapping out.
That night, Aria had stayed with Ethan for a while. Her womb was filled with his cum, but the day was safe, so it didn't matter. Ethan had already fallen asleep, his body loose and warm. She rested her head on his chest, hugging his shoulder like a teddy bear, then placed a soft kiss on his lower cheek.
"He he~ He has really grown up. Now he can even play with his mommy like that. It's already the 3rd time I've slept with him. Wonder how much longer we can."
She traced her fingers lightly around his chest, her mind drifting. Thick cum was still dripping out of her, warm and slow.
"Huh~ It hurts a little," she whispered, sliding her fingers between her legs, rubbing gently.
"I won't be able to resist him… even if Rachel and Lilly come home. What should I do?" She murmured, staring at Ethan's sleeping face.
She slowly pulled her hand back and cupped his cheek, then leaned in to press a soft kiss on his forehead.
Without making a sound, she slipped out of bed, picked up her torn clothes from the floor, and quietly left his room. The door clicked shut behind her as she headed to the shower.
After taking a deep shower, she came out completely naked. Droplets of water hung on her bare skin as she walked up to the mirror. Her face was shining like the moon under the soft light. It'd been so long since she'd looked at herself and felt like a woman again. A soft smile tugged at her lips. She slipped into her nightie, then sat down to dry her hair in front of the dressing table.
While drying her hair, she heard footsteps downstairs. Probably Rowan.
She walked down for him. She looked completely fresh—no sign of tiredness on her face, just a soft grin still resting on her lips. " You didn't sleep yet?" "No, I was waiting for you, honey. Couldn't sleep alone," she purred while cupping his cheek.
But Rowan didn't bother to look at her face.
After getting a good massage on her needy pussy, she'd felt really refreshed and satisfied. Thought maybe she could be a little sweet with her husband tonight. But the way he ignored her straight up darkened her face. Rowan looked tired, like everything was weighing on him. He walked straight to the upstairs without any word and slipped into the bathroom.
Aria just stood there for a second, staring at the closed door. Then she slowly turned and walked back upstairs. She sat on the edge of her bed, her face heavy, eyes blank.
It wasn't that long ago she'd forgotten what it meant to feel like a woman. But Ethan… Ethan had awakened that young, lost soul inside her again.
Back to the morning scene~
Ethan sat on his bed for a bit, not moving—just letting his mind catch up with his body. The smell of her was still all over him—faint but stubborn. His abs felt sticky, and when he dragged his fingers down his torso, they came back with dried traces of last night.
He needed a shower. Badly.
He stood up, muscles stretching tight with every step. His cock hung heavy, still looking like it had been through hell. He grabbed a fresh towel from the shelf near the closet, wiped himself down a bit, then trudged into the bathroom.
He tossed the towel over the counter and grabbed his toothbrush. No rush. His eyes were half-lidded as he brushed, staring at his own reflection—messy hair, blue eyes that looked like the depth of the Pacific Ocean.
After spitting out the foam, he rinsed his mouth, leaned over the sink, and let out a slow breath.
Then he stepped into the shower.
The water was already set to cold. Just the way he liked it. The first splash hit his back and sent a sharp chill through his spine—but it felt good. It cleared his head, or tried to. He leaned into it, both hands pressed against the glass wall.
But then it hit.
A throb—way stronger than before.
Right behind his eye, like something had snapped loose and was trying to crawl out. He hissed and immediately brought a hand to his face, palm pressing hard against his left eye.
"Shit…"
He didn't move. Just stayed there, frozen under the water, one hand gripping the glass like it was the only thing keeping him upright.
After a few seconds, it faded.
He blinked a few times, then slowly lowered his hand from his face. The pain was gone—but it had left a pressure. Like the kind that sits in your skull and waits.
He turned off the water, grabbed the towel, and dried himself slowly. No rush. His eyes caught the mirror again.
He stared for a second.
Everything looked normal. Same sharp jaw, same eyes, same faint scar on his shoulder. But it felt like the reflection was staring back a little too hard.
"Don't be weird," he muttered, running the towel over his hair.
He tossed it aside and stepped out of the bathroom. Whatever that pain was, it was gone. And he wasn't in the mood to overthink it. His stomach growled anyway. That felt more real.
The golden sunlight poured through the window, slicing the room in half with soft, glowing lines. Dust hung in the air like glitter that didn't know it was supposed to settle. Ethan stood by the side of his wardrobe, towel tossed somewhere behind him, his skin still faintly damp. The air felt much lighter than before.
He pulled on a loose black tee and stepped into his taupe slacks, the fabric falling straight down with a quiet rustle. He didn't bother tucking in the shirt; it hung casual, crumpled just right.
His hand reached for the cologne on instinct. A few sprays across the neck, a tap on the wrists. That crisp, woody scent hugged him, mixing with the morning air.
He grabbed his watch off the dresser and slid it on.
Then came the keys. He picked up his sunglasses, his usual door key—and next to it, a second one. Sleek. Branded. He gave it a quick glance, thumb brushing over the logo, then shoved them into his pocket.
Grabbing his backpack, he left the room.
As he walked downstairs, the smell of coffee wafted through the air—Aria's doing, probably. He could almost hear the soft murmur of her voice as she moved around the kitchen.
He took a deep breath before stepping in.