Chapter 10: Thick stuff
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.