CHAPTER 12 – HOUSE WIFE
On the other hand in Ethan's house, Mrs. Willow was busy with her chores, but her mind was anything but at ease. She thought about the night she had with her son. How was she going to hide this from Rachel and Lilly when they came back from their trip? Her hands shook a slight bit as she flipped the wet laundry up on a drying rack, the fabric clinging to her skin briefly. The house was quiet except for the washing machine and some random squeak of the floor. She realized that their bond would face a new test with the girls coming back, and the idea of keeping their love hidden brought a mix of excitement and fear.
Mrs. Willow stood still with wet towel in her hand, as a sudden breeze of air blew through the kitchen; the wind began to flap the window curtains, drawing the shadows across the kitchen floor. A wave of guilt washed over her as she questioned whether she had gone too far with Ethan? Rachel and Lilly were always so innocent, and she worried about bringing any darkness into their life. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized she couldn't help herself. The feeling of his hands on her bare body, his mouth on her neck, was like an addiction that she couldn't quit, no matter how much she tried to convince herself it was wrong.
With a sigh, she wrapped up the laundry and moved to the living room to begin the cleaning. She picked a picture of her daughters and her husband in her hand, their happy smiles seemed to pause the time. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of their perfect family being shattered by their secret. But that didn't stop her from feeling the warmth flowing through her at the thought of Ethan's cock buried deep inside her greedy pussy. With every moment that passed, the struggle within her grew more and more.
Mrs. Willow carefully placed the picture frame down as she sat on the couch. Unconsciously, a hand drifted down to her crotch, feeling the wetness that was already gathered between her legs. She bit her lip recalling the sensation of Ethan's strong hands groping her breasts, brushing the tip of his thumb against her sensitive nipples. her eyes glazed over as she thought of his long fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy, curling to hit just the right spots and making her squirt like a fountain. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but the feeling was too good to resist. She pushed aside the guilt and fear for a moment and let herself indulge in the memory of her son's cock stretching her pussy wide open.
Her hand slipped inside her panties, her fingers grazing the soft hair that surrounded her clit. She began to rub it in a circular motion, feeling the heats that build up inside her. "Mmmhmm," She moaned softly, "Ahh, Ethan," her voice flowing through the empty house. She imagined his cock, filling her up as she thrusting down onto it, her slippery walls tightening around her fingers.
"Ooohh fuck," she hissed, her breath getting heavier as she fastened the movement of her fingers. Her left hand reached up to cup her breast, "Mnahh_ahh" she begins to squeezing it gently before pinching her nipple. "Mnhhh_ ohh fuck," She closed her eyes, picturing his firm hand gripping her tits.
"Ohhh_fuck_fuck_fuck," her moans grew louder, as she pumped her fingers inside her floating pussy.
Mrs. Willow's eyes rolled back in her head as she stroke her cunt much more aggressively from before, her other hand squeezing her tits roughly, mimicking Ethan's strong grip on her gigantic bosom. Her breath grew louder and louder, her chest rising and falling as she groaned, "Fuckk_I want that, I want that damn cock inside meeeee."
The sound of her finger pumping her wet pussy filling the quiet room. "Mhmm_ahh_fuck_ahh_fuck_aahhhh Ethan.....!!," she screamed, her voice filling the empty house. "Your cock, Ethan, I need it." She imagined her self, his hard dick, the veins bulging as he pounded into her, the tip of his cock pushing against her G-spot with every thrust.
The pressure built within her belly, her body tightening as she approached the edge of her climax. "Ahh, I fuck Ethan," she moaned, her voice rising in pitch. "I want that dick in my pussy, Arghhh!" Her hand moved faster, her hips bucking against her own touch. "I want your hot cum inside my womb...!"
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, a pinnacle of pleasure that washed over her body. She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming his name, her back arching off the couch. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, juices coating her hand as she rode the wave of bliss.
The room spun around her as she came down from her high, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She opened her eyes to find the room exactly as she had left it, the only evidence of her secret indulgence the glisten of her arousal on her fingers. She pulled them out from her pussy with a wet pop' sound.
Ring* Ring* Ring*
Before she could even process what had just happened, Mrs. Willow's phone rang, jolting her back to reality. She jumped up from the couch, her heart racing as if she'd been caught red-handed. The ringtone was Rachel's custom tune, a cheerful pop song that now sounded like an alarm bell in the quiet house. She looked down at her hand, still sticky with her own juices, and hastily wiped it on her short. She took a deep breath and composed herself, then answered the call.
"Hey, honey," Mr. Willow's voice was gruff but cheerful. "How's your day going?"
Mrs. Willow's voice was shaky, but she forced a smile into it. "It's fine," she lied, hoping the tremor didn't give her away. "Just a little tired from all the cleaning."
"Good, good," he said, sounding distracted.
Mrs. Willow tried to keep her voice steady. "How was work?"
"Ah, you know," Mr. Willow replied, "The usual. But listen, I wanted to ask you about dinner tonight. I've invited Alven and his family over."
Mrs. Willow's hand stilled on the phone. "Tonight?" "But you said you'd be late!"
Mr. Willow chuckled, oblivious to the turmoil his words had caused. "Yeah, I know, but things had changed a bit. You don't mind, do you?"
Mrs. Willow took a deep breath, her hand sliding down to her damp pussy. "No, of course not," she lied. She had been so looking forward to have a sloppy sex with her beloved son tonight.
"Okay, I'll start preparing dinner," she said, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. "What time should I expect them?"
Mr. Willow checked his watch. "They should be here around six. Make sure everything's ready, okay?"
Mrs. Willow nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "Got it. I'll make sure it's all set."
They talked for a few more minutes about the mundane details of the day before Mr. Willow had to end the call. "I've got to get back to it," he said. "Love you sweetheart."
"Love you too," Mrs. Willow murmured, ending the call. She flopped back onto the couch, her hand still resting between her legs. The thought of Alena and her family coming over was a wet blanket on her plans.
With a sigh, she stood up, wiping her hand on her shorts. She had work to do, and she couldn't let herself get too upset. Maybe after the guests left, she'd have a chance to sneak up to Ethan's room.