Ethan simply sat there, his cock still semi-hard in the aftermath. He couldn't believe it. He'd just cum in Janice's mouth—his best friend's mom's mouth. And she'd enjoyed it. She'd liked it a lot. He could tell by the look on her face, the way she licked her lips clean and swallowed every single drop of his cum.
Janice got to her feet, her breasts jiggling softly as she adjusted her skirt. She bent over him, her hot breath washing over his ear. "Thank you, Ethan," she whispered in a slutty tone. "That was exactly what I needed."
Ethan couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in his chest. He nodded, still trying to catch his breath. "Ohh? I'm glad," a smug grin tugging at his lips.
Janice smiled knowingly and stretched out to touch his chin with her delicate finger. "I'll go get cleaned up, okay, honey?" she said softly. "Alex should be here soon, so clean yourself up."
Her hand dropped down to rub his cock one last time before she turned and walked away, her hips swaying seductively as she walked out of the room, leaving him sitting on the couch, his dick exposed and covered in spit and cum.
Ethan took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. He could hardly believe that Janice had just blown him, right under Alex's nose. But as his heart rate slowly returned to normal, a sense of excitement grew in him.
"Huh, looks like I got myself a brand-new bitch," Ethan thought to himself, smirking with a self-satisfied grin.
He tucked his still-throbbing cock back into his pants, letting his hand linger for a moment before zipping up. The taste of her mouth was still on his dick, and he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to bury himself in her tight little pussy—feeling her walls clench around him as he fucked her deep.
But he knew he couldn't let himself get too carried away.
As soon as Janice left the room, Ethan took the opportunity to clean up the mess that she had left behind. Even though Janice swallowed most of it, some still leaked out—sticking to his pants in gloopy patches. He couldn't believe how much he'd come. It was like a fucking volcano had erupted in his pants. Still, he grinned to himself. He'd always had a high sex drive… and it seemed Janice had too.
The door swung open, and Alex stumbled back into the room, holding three sodas and a bag of chips. "Got the goods!" His voice resounded through the house.
"You okay?" Alex called out, glancing over his shoulder.
Ethan's heart skipped a beat, and he tried his best to sound nonchalant: "Ahh... yeah, I'm good."
"Where is Mom?" Alex asked, putting down the cold drinks on the coffee table.
Ethan's heart pounded in his chest. He had to keep his cool. "She just went to the bathroom," he answered calmly, attempting to ignore the gooey substance on his hand.
"Okay," Alex popped the top off a soda and looked over at Ethan. "You want one?"
"Sure," Ethan managed to say, trying to act as casual as possible. His hand was sticky from cleaning himself off, but he grabbed a soda and took a sip, hoping to mask his nervousness.
Alex lay back down on the couch, munching on chips as he resumed playing the game. "You know," he said with his mouth full of a chip, "my mom's been acting pretty weird today."
Ethan's heart skipped a dozen beats at once. "Weird how?" he asked, playing it cool.
"I don't know," Alex shrugged. "Just... different. Like she's all over you today."
The soda almost went down the wrong way. "Ahh... I think she's just glad to have company," Ethan choked, his eyes flicking to the spot where she was sitting.
Alex nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. But Ethan couldn't help but feel the tension in his stomach.
A minute or two later, Janice came back, her hair slightly messy, a smile playing on her lips. She sat down on the armchair next to Ethan.
"You boys need something?" she purred, her voice causing Ethan's cock to twitch in his pants again.
Alex shook his head, eyes glued to the screen. "Nah, we're good."
They kept playing until evening, when the sun dipped low and the room got a little dimmer. Alex was fully into the game, yelling and laughing at the screen, a bag of chips half-spilled in his lap.
Ethan sat next to him, trying to focus, but it wasn't easy—not with Janice stretched out on the armchair across from him, legs crossed just a little too high, her skirt riding up with every movement she made. Her lips curled in a mischievous smile.
At one point, Alex got up to grab a drink, completely distracted, and Janice leaned forward as if reaching for a magazine… But her blouse hung just low enough for Ethan to catch a glimpse of her cleavage. She didn't snap it back. She didn't even look embarrassed. Just raised an eyebrow at him, like she knew exactly what she was doing.
Ethan's grip on the controller tightened, pulse kicking up.
"Your turn, bro," Alex yelled, dropping back down and completely oblivious.
"Yup," Ethan muttered, eyes flicking back to the screen. "My turn…"
They went on playing for a while, the sound of the game filling the room, Alex totally caught up in it. But Ethan couldn't help going on looking at the time—he knew he would have to leave soon. Once the game ended, he laid down the controller and stood up, stretching his neck.
"Shit, I didn't realize it was this late," he said casually.
Just right after Ethan, Janice stood up too. She adjusted her skirt with both hands, but the way her fingers slid along her thighs made it feel more like a tease to him. Her breasts jiggled slightly with the movement, and when she caught him looking, she didn't pretend not to notice. Instead, she gave him a little smirk, like she was proud of the effect she had on him.
"Aww, leaving already?"
Ethan smiled at her, trying to keep things chill. "Yeah, I've got to head out before it gets dark."
"Hold up—I gotta pee real quick. Don't sneak out without saying!" He rushed toward the hallway, leaving them alone.
Ethan grabbed his bag and swung it onto his shoulder. Janice walked him to the door. They reached the doorway, and she glanced down the hall where Alex had gone, then looked back at Ethan.
"Should I tease him a little more?" she thought, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Her hand slid up her own thigh, pulling the hem of her skirt just a little, like she was adjusting it. She ground against him, her hand clasped over her pussy through her damp panties. "You should come over again," Janice whispered, with a coy intonation.
"I'll be waiting," she said while giving his chest a gentle pat before she turned away, her hips swaying with every step she took. Like she knew exactly who was watching.
Ethan watched her go. His eyes were still fixed on her ass. As she walked down the hallway, her hand was still between her legs.
"Damn… I have to fuck this ass!" He thought to himself.
The sight was so fucking hot, it made his cock throb all over again. He had to get out of here before Alex came back and noticed something was wrong. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
Ethan stepped outside without even saying goodbye to Alex—Janice's flirting at the door had left him totally distracted. His house was not far from here, so he set out to walk along the road, the normal evening activity of the road humming around him.
The wind had a chill to it, brushing against his neck and arms. He shoved his hands into his pockets, thinking about tomorrow's plan—art club with Luna. And tonight? He smirked to himself. Tonight was supposed to be him smashing his so-called mother's tight hole.
Then his phone suddenly buzzed in his hand—except... it didn't. He looked down.
"What the hell? When did this thing even turn off?"
He tapped on the screen a few times, sighed, and kept walking. His attention drifted again—Lisa. How the hell was he supposed to tame that brat with her brother always hanging around?
Still deep in thought, he reached home. But something felt... off.
There was a car parked right beside theirs—definitely not one he recognized. His brows furrowed.
He opened the door, like always—he never left without his key—and stepped in. There were four strange pairs of shoes in the vestibule: two men's and two women's.
He heard faint voices coming from the living room.
"Mom?" he called out.
As he turned the corner, his eyes landed on the unexpected faces: Lisa, sitting on the couch. Tobi beside her. And across from them, a middle-aged man he'd never seen before—and right next to Ethan's dad, a drop-dead gorgeous woman with long silver hair, legs crossed, her smile soft and tempting—but something about it felt like trouble.
Tobi and Lisa looked surprised when they saw Ethan walk in.
He blinked at them, then muttered under his breath, "What the fuck...?"