Chapter Two

It felt like forever and a day had passed since Ash's hand returned to his mother's big bosom. Too many thoughts and feelings he didn't understand rushed through his body, his cheeks beating blood made him snap back to reality, where he'd been groping his mother for several moments. Again, he tried to pull away, embarrassed, ashamed, on the verge of confused tears. Delia wasn't about to let him go again, and she slipped his hand under her top, cupping her full breast, brushing past her large areola and rock-hard nipple.

His teenage hands, not quite big enough to grab the whole tit, seemed to focus naturally on all the bumps and bobbly bits of the nipple and surrounding areas. Before he could find himself questioning his morals about his mother, he was fondling and tweaking her, listening to the rhythmic heavy breathing she'd started far before, him only just noticing. Ash looked up to Delia as if asking for advice as to what to do next. With no words exchanged, she pulled his hand away for just a moment, to take off her yellow undershirt.

The pink cardigan, taken off "so she didn't get it wet doing the dishes" was intentionally removed to help seduce Ash much earlier. Crafty. She wore a deliberate frilly pink push-up, her enormous chest suddenly hung in front of Ash's face emanating intense heat, Delia had got worked up beyond belief at the thought of finally having some alone time with Ash.

"I want you to do the same, but to both now, sweetie." Delia smiled.

"Uh... Okay."

"Start as you did before," she instructed. "Yes, like that!"

"I'm glad I'm helping you, Mom" Ash giggled. It had dawned on him that he was helping his Mom in a special way, and it excited him.

"Ash..." She stopped him for a brief time. "I want you... to use this..."

She used her slender fingers to reach between his lips and touch his tongue, before using it to lubricate her nipples in front of him. Somehow, he knew straight away he was meant to suck them. He didn't hesitate on latching onto her, gently pulling her nipple into his mouth and rolling his tongue and lips around, almost naively. Delia let out a small gasp in pleasure, her breathing getting progressively heavier and more erratic.

Gently grasping the back of his head, she pushed him further into her nipple, restricting tongue movement, making each lick and suck more purposeful, more feeling. Ash was finding it hard to breathe beneath the barrage of boob, he pulled back, snapping into reality once again as he caught a glimpse of the clock in the kitchen. Fear radiated through his bones like a gong being hit a little too hard. As much as he was enjoying his new experience, he was still late. Delia knew this time he really did want to leave, she quickly pulled her bouncing breasts back into her bra, just in time before the front door flung open and all the neighbors saw what shameful act Delia just forced Ash to perform. Maybe they'd assume it went even further, although embarrassing, Delia smirked at the thought.

Watching between getting her clothes back on and straightening herself out, to seeing Ash run out of the door, Delia let out a little sigh, knowing that however much Ash loves her, he loves Pokémon more. Her hair repositioned, she went back to doing the dishes, mindlessly looking out the kitchen window.