SOOOO
I got a second chapter of this gifted! Woo
-HTTYD-
Hiccup continued to look downwards, staring at the notes on the paper in front of him, scrawling math formula staring back at him. His face was still burning red and the steady sound of Valka's footsteps were fading into the distance as she descended the stairs headed towards the kitchen. He paused. And he waited.
Once he was certain she was in a completely different part of the house, he let his composure fall apart. Notebooks were thrown with abandon onto the bed and he pushed up out of his chair, pacing the length of the floor, his hands practically flapping as he lectured himself. That was not what he had intended on happening when Valka came up to his room.
Tea. Conversation. Biscuits. Homework. Nowhere in any of his plans did fucking his mother while she laid across his bed factor into that. The rising color in his face continued to deepen, even as he started to get hard again in his pants. Valka had been lain out on his bed, face twisted up, clawing at his back, begging him to fuck her.
He was certain his brain was going to melt in his skull if he kept replaying any part of that entire scene over in his head. Instead, he practically threw himself onto his bed face buried in a pillow.
"HOLY FREAKING THOR!"
The shout was muffled by the fluffy softness of a couple hundred counts worth of cotton, and the foam beneath it. But the way it reverberated through his body was the more important thing. He had to let that energy out somewhere. And his earlier bedroom gymnastics had only served to tangle him up.
His shout was a simultaneous expression of disbelief, and a complete exhalation of basically all the air in his lungs. He just lay there, in a poor approximation of a dead man's float, arms flopped out to the side, face in the pillow.
His head rocked from side to side every now and again as images and particularly delicious snippets of his earlier activity worked through his brain. And coupled with it, the internal war of the side of him that was a good individual, with the lecherous side of him arguing alongside his head.
'Wow, I can't believe I said all of that, and she actually agreed.' Hiccup writhed internally, still torn over the actions of earlier - even putting aside the quiet demands he'd made of Valka as she'd walked out the door. Her agreement had absolutely bowled him over, and he'd had to struggle not to break down then and there.
'Excellent.' The voice seemed to reverberate around his head, his own, but thicker, laced with a darker desire he hadn't known he'd be capable of expressing before today.
'I still can't believe that worked.' This voice was higher, more parallel to his own. He'd always heard the expression about a shoulder angel and shoulder devil, but he was starting to realize that yeah, it happened. In the form of talking to and simultaneously berating and praising yourself.
'I was right! I told you she'd agree. She just had to approach us on her own.' Hiccup groaned as his internal monologue continued, with him as the third, passive voice that was ready to shout a second time into his pillow.
"Quiet!" He grouched into the pillow his face was still buried against. Of course all of the back and forth mental speculation kept bringing back other snippets of his mouth moving, specifically when he'd been sliding his tongue across the his mother's, his mothers!, sex, and he ended up hard again in what was probably a matter of seconds..
But that was squashed down flat when he looked back at his desk, and the math homework that was waiting for him.
Fuck.
Well, no, not fuck. That's why they'd fucked.
Hey, if it helped, that was great. He pulled himself up on arms that felt heavy, and after a few short steps, flopped back down into his desk chair, spinning around before coming to a halt, staring down at the cursed problems that had started this mess. But was this a mess? Okay, what was written on the paper was a mess. What had happened on his bed was a mess - albeit a good one - and what was yet to come was probably also a mess, considering what he'd told his mother.
But he could conquer a few math problems. He was capable. He set himself back to the grindstone as the scent of simmering broth drifted up the stairs and into his room. And if he idly reached down to rub at himself through his jeans while he did it, well, if it got him through the more difficult problems, so much the better.
Valka had waited until she'd gotten to the bottom of the stairs before she rushed off to the kitchen, her heart hammering in her chest as she leaned forward over the edge of the stove, her breath coming in quick gasps. She was close to hyperventilating.
What had she just done?
It was like some distant, other self was the one who'd had her lips wrapped around Hiccup's cock, sucking until sticky white cum had coated her face. Like that other self had been the one laying back on the bed with his cock sawing in and out of her wet core until she seized and spasmed around him. Some other mouth that had begged him to fuck her and cum in her.
But the faint wetness between her thighs proved that no, it really was her. She'd really been the one to say such filthily lewd things. She reached up and realized as one hand drifted down her face that, forgotten in the midst of their rampant session of lovemaking, his cum had dried on her cheek and begun to flake away.
She gave herself the barest moment of mortification before she was running water in the sink and scrubbing away at her face with a wet hand towel, shifting a particularly shiny pan so she could get a look at her reflection. The side of her face was clean now, the remains of their activity earlier wiped free of her skin. And that was a good thing. She didn't think she'd have been able to stomach being caught that way.
She and Stoick were no longer particularly physically close, and they hadn't been for a while now. At least, not on any kind of regular basis. She knew about his partner, had given him her blessing, in fact. Being open was never the issue. No, the reason for her hesitation now was of a different sort of quandary. Moral implications aside, she wasn't quite sure how to explain to Stoick that she'd fucked their son.
Even hearing the words in her head sparked off some kind of switch in her brain and she felt her inner walls flex and her panties dampen as the remnants of their earlier session dripped from her slit to the fabric covering her.
Hands reached up and she slapped her face a couple of times, cheeks pinking at the impact as she set about putting water on to boil. She had to focus. Absolutely had to. She had dinner to prepare before Stoick came home, and more importantly, she didn't want to be standing around in the kitchen, looking and feeling like an idiot when he walked in through the door.
Somehow, she was able to cook dinner by rote as her thoughts chased round and round. She didn't remember cooking any of it, but somehow, when the front door opened and Stoick's voice announced that he was home-at the same time as Hiccup's footfalls were heard on the stairs-the pasta was there, laid out on the table, with place settings, the sauce steaming into the air.
"So, Valka, how was your day?" Stoick glanced up to his wife with a smile from where he was dishing pasta out onto a plate.
"Oh, the day was quite fine. I got a great deal of work done today on my project, and I even helped Hiccup with his homework for a bit. We talked round about his maths." Which wasn't entirely untrue. His math had been discussed at least once. It had been in passing, and her legs had still been trembling from orgasm as she'd been walking out of the room, but it wasn't a lie.
Beneath the table, Valka's leg tensed as she felt the pressure of a hand. She didn't have to look to see that Hiccup was eating quietly with one hand, and the other, which had been holding his napkin on his leg, had shifted to the side, just far enough over that his fingertips were laying on the inside of her thigh, rubbing across her jeans.
And when Hiccup was apparently certain his father was completely distracted by his dinner and the light conversation passing back and forth between the two as Stoick explained his latest project to Valka, he shifted his hand again, deft fingers tugging down Valka's zipper as his other hand gave his glass a swirl, the clinking ice as he took a drink masking the sound of metal teeth sliding apart.
He slid his hand into his mother's pants, and down beneath her panties, finding her cunt already slick and soaked. Valka's brow furrowed slightly and she nodded along as she listened to Stoick, but every now and again her eyes cut just slightly in his direction, and one of her hands gripped his wrist, the other still holding her fork, a bite taken every now and again.
It was amazing that she was so calm, and he was fine with that. Let her do her best to carry on a casual conversation with his dad. He'd just continue to make it difficult for her. Two fingers parted her slit and his middle finger slid down, curling just the tip of it into the drenched wet opening of her cunt before sliding back up to flick and slide across her clit.
She bit her lip and nodded sharply at what seemed like a particularly interesting detail as Stoick continued to explain the current terms of the contract he'd just finished signing that morning.
Hiccup was quiet through dinner, but that wasn't anything new for him. The newness was the fact that he had fingers toying with her drenched sex while she tried desperately to keep her composure.
This was simultaneously thrilling and horrifying, but Hiccup knew if she didn't want it, she'd have moved his hand away. And he would have stopped. But the fact that she didn't, that she let his fingers work across her sex while she held a full conversation with her husband? She had to want this just as badly as he did. It thrilled her as much as it did him.
The sound of the phone ringing just a few feet away had everyone pausing, even Hiccup's busy hand, and Stoick pushed his chair back from the table. "I'll get it, you two keep eatin'. I could probably beg off an' have 'em all back, but I expect this is business." Stoick got as far as the handheld, and he barked a quick hello into the cordless, before giving a nod back to his wife and son, a big hand covering the mouthpiece. "I'll be back. Goin' to have to take this upstairs."
Stoick excused himself, exchanging rapid words with the voice on the other end of the phone, who was going on loudly about something – Hiccup and Valka could both hear the barest edge of the conversation. The pair remained still as Stoick moved past the table, and simply stared at one another until they heard the click of Stoick's office door upstairs.
With Stoick out of earshot, Valka's fingers tightened on Hiccup's wrist and she slid down slightly in her chair, legs spreading out. Hiccup grinned at his mother before he turned to face her, and two fingers slid down into her wet core, the back of his hand a bulge against her jeans as fingers shifted and curled up at the dense group of muscles that made up her g-spot.
"Hiccup!" Her voice was a soft gasp around the bite of her teeth onto her bottom lip, and she gave him all the encouragement he needed, fingers pumping in and out of her still-cum-filled cunt. He'd been working her over for more than ten minutes already, and Valka knew she wouldn't last long.
When his thumb slid up between the top of her folds and worked over her clit in furious strokes in time with the curling of the fingers inside her, she shoved the nearest serving towel into her mouth, biting down as her vision blurred with the force of her orgasm, her body shuddering and shaking, her pussy giving a wet and slick spasm around his fingers.
Stoick's voice was still audible upstairs as Hiccup's fingers slid free of her, and Valka gave Hiccup a look in the eyes... and then at the tent in his jeans... and said quietly, "My turn."
She practically dove under the table and unzipped him, deft fingers tugging him free of his underwear. It had barely been a couple of hours since she'd last done this, and already she was hungry for it again. Now it was Hiccup's turn to fight to keep quiet, as Valka's mouth enveloped his cock and practically dropped down onto his lap, tongue hot and mouth molten around the flexing and twitching shaft her mouth was - in his opinion - expertly working.
Hiccup knew that he wasn't going to last long, not with the intense way Valka was working his cock. And especially not when her eyes flicked up towards him, gaze sultry as the tip of her tongue worked against his frenulum. He only vaguely knew the word for it, but was becoming steadily more intimately familiar with just how good it felt to have a tongue dancing across that part of his skin. His orgasm hit him almost unexpectedly, hissing as he came, hot and salty in her mouth, just as she heard Stoick give his goodbyes on the phone.
Hiccup's spent cock slid free of her mouth when Stoick's heavy footfalls sounded at the top of the stairwell above, and Valka managed just enough motion to zip the fly of his jeans back up before Stoick finally hit the bottom of the stairs.
"So, Mom?" Hiccup turned to Valka with a grin as he heard his dad approaching down the hallway. He spoke quick, and quiet, so as not to be overheard, "Me, or parmesan, with the sauce? I know both are a bit salty." Valka stared at him for a minute, and the absurdity of it blindsided her, and then suddenly she was laughing, the sound high and light before she stifled herself down to giggling when Stoick entered the room.
Hiccup stood up and skirted around his dad with that same grin still on his face, pasta sauce all over the knuckles of one hand, his father giving a chuckle and a nod before he settled back down across from Valka, chair creaking as he waited for Hiccup to rejoin them at the table.
"You alright, Val? You look like you're near t'cryin." Valka reached up a hand brushed at the tears, smiling across the table at her husband as Hiccup settled back into his chair. "Oh, I'm fine. Hiccup was just telling me a joke." Stoick flashed a wide smile to the both of them, leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table.
"Did he? Well, I'm not surprised. Hiccup's got a sense of humor, that's for certain." He winked at his son, who tried his best to stifle a laugh. "Thanks Dad," his tone was amused as he glanced between his parents. "But I've still got some math to get done before I crash for the night. Talk later? I'll share the joke then, promise."
"Aye son, we'll talk later." A hand slapped down on the table with a grin and Stoick leaned back, bringing his glass off the table with him. "Before you go, I got good and bad news. Bad first; I'll be gone for the weekend. That was Gobber on the phone. Got a meeting with someone a few towns over, and I'll be in and out of meetings for a while over the next few days. If it manages to go well, I'll be back home in for a couple of weeks, and then gone again for a month. But on the good side, this is the major contract I was just talking about. If it goes well, the company will be flush for years to come. Especially if the work pans out how we're hoping."
Valka and Hiccup shared a brief look between them, before Valka turned back to Stoick.
"That's wonderful news! I know how hard you've been working to secure this contract." Valka gave her husband a warm smile of encouragement, and it was genuine. She was thrilled for him. But part of her was thrilled for what else this might mean. Complete privacy. Well, almost complete. Her daughter would probably be home from college at some point on the weekend with a load of laundry... but Mala tended to just load the washer and then collapse into her bed. But the rest of the week...
"Yeah, Dad, that's fantastic news. So you won't be home until Monday? When are you leaving?" Hiccup paused, his hands resting on the back of his mother's chair as he leaned in against her.
"Tomorrow, early morning. Might have to get up early for that talk." Stoick smiled as Hiccup nodded.
"Sure thing, Dad. Tomorrow morning, tea before you head out the door?"
"Aye, aye, that'll work. Goodnight, Hiccup." Stoick waved a hand as Hiccup turned and jogged for the stairs. His mind was running a blur as he hit the stairs and nearly climbed them two at a time. This was promising. More than promising, it meant nearly-uninterrupted time with his mother.
Though he guessed now, 'his lover' was just as accurate. Hiccup let the door close behind him with a sharp thud as he went to blitz through his homework. He wanted to be completely finished by the time Valka walked through his door.
-HTTYD-
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