It was the afternoon from the second day of Ash's return to Pallet town. Ash was sitting on the living room couch, watching the news with weary eyes. He was extremely bored, and was itching to do a pokemon battle, or just something interesting! As he yawned, he was ready to flip the channel, when he heard a loud vrooming noise. As it became closer and closer, he saw his mom with a vacuum, cleaning up the floor. "Oh, hi sweetie! Just getting this dusty place cleaned up, don't want you to breath those little dust bunnies!" She smiled, and continued to vacuum. As he rose the volume to counter the loud noise, he got a bit agitated. Things escalated when she began to move right in front of the television. "MOM! Can you seriously move out of the way? I was watching something." "Oh Ash. It will only take a moment. Calm down." He just placed the remote on the couch, and crossed his arms. As she got nearer to clean, she stood a foot infront of him, not realizing how obscuring it was. He had no other option, but to stare at his hot mom. He stared at her wearing her classic outfit: pink, single button top with a yellow shirt under, and a long purple skirt. Humming, she noticed under the table infront of the couch was covered in crumbs, most likely from her son bingeing on junk while here. Turning to her side to face the table, she bent over so she could vacuum under it. In Ash's point of view, his mom was shaking her thick ass in his face. He leaned back, as it was essentially pushing into him. While concerned as to not mess with it, he was mesmerized by how nice it looked. The outline of the curves were there, and he unconsciously lifted his right arm up, and hovered it over a cheek. As Delia was finishing up cleaning, she felt a hand grip tightly on her right butt, and shrieked as she jolted upright. Incredibly angry, she turned around and yelled at Ash. "ASH! Did you just...SQUEEZE my ass!?" Ash gulped, but cleared his composure, and spoke clearly. "I was just trying to tell you to move out of the way mom, I couldn't even see the TV." Although annoyed, Delia moved over so her son could see the screen. "What made you think touching your mom like that was the right way to tell me to scram?" She huffed as she turned off the vacuum, leaving the area. That was easy, thought Ash.
As his mom cooked up dinner, Ash was upstairs in their room, trying to jerk off on the bed. He had pent up sexual ideas from his long journey, and needed some release after all that time. He thought about his good friend Misty, but she had no effect on him besides getting the prick a tad stiff. He tried to think of many other females he met along the way, which for some reason also had no effects. After realizing all but one woman was left, he set forth a plan. Walking over to the closet space, he found a lacy pink pantie that surely belonged to his mom. He got back to Delia's room, and sat down on her fluffy bed. He wrapped the pantie around his dick, and started to pump on it while thinking about his mom's body. He closed his eyes and drifted away, imagining his hands around her waist, thrusting into her tight pussy on their bed, her body vibrating from the pleasure. He imagined her moaning and shaking violently, her boobs bouncing and screaming his name. "Oh Ash this is so good mmmmm Ash!" "Yeah bitch, take it! How do you like my cock back inside mom!" "Oh baby, fill your mommy back! Go back in me where you belong!" Ash groaned, dreaming the erotic fantasy of fucking his mom. The forbidden desire of returning to his birthplace. His deliciously sexy mother engulfed by his penis. The sliding of the fabric around his cock caused it to expand exponentially. "Oh mom, mom, MOM!" He screamed aloud, as he blasted his semen onto the clothing, dreaming it as his mother's birth canal, filling his mom with love fluid. "I'm coming up, sweetie!" "You better cum for me, dirty slut-mom!" He said loudly, before snapping his eyes wide open; that was not from his dream. "ASH! What did you just call me!" He heard loud shuffling up the stairs, and he began to panic. He grabbed the soaked pantie and dropped it on the bed, and tried to quickly put on his underwear that were on the bed. Too late. "When did you learn that type of language young ma-aaa what the... ASH!" She was left standing at the door awestruck, her son was pulling up his boxers, as he was naked for some reason with cum on his tip. She looked over to the side of him, and saw he had taken one of her panties and had covered it in his slimy semen. She cupped her mouth with her hands in shock. She was utterly amazed at what he had done. "Ash...What the...Why the...How the...ASH!" Ash was failing his words, spitting out random sounds that were not coherent. "I can explain! I...spilled glue...in the, your panties, was bored, the wind, my pants, I'm sorry..." Delia just watched her son sweat bullets; quickly putting on his pants back on. Once they were on, he hurriedly ran off around her, running down the stairs to the dinner table. Delia collected herself after that moment of intense shock, and went over to the bed. Picking up the cum-stained undergarment, she noticed it left the bed dirty. "Oh come on! He got my side of the bed dirty, disgusting." She put the pantie in a clothes bin, and shook her head as she went down for dinner.
They ate dinner in silence that day. Ash finished first this time, and he went up to take a much needed shower to cool off. When he finished and was leaving the bathroom, he saw his mom standing there, tapping her foot and arms crossed holding clothes. Delia was very annoyed, her face red from anger and steaming like a kettle. "You're sleeping on the couch today. No 'buts' about it, you sicko. I let you stay here to relax and catch up with your mother, who worked hard to keep this family up when your dad left, leaving me to take care of you since you were 2. This was NOT for you to pump your you-know-what and call me insults young man. If I catch you again, you will be seriously grounded, and I will have to not allow you to go with your hooligan friends to 'catch them all'." "But, mom! They aren't hooligans, we even saved the worl-" "NO 'BUTS'!" She walked passed him, carrying her things for her shower. "The nerve of you, taking advantage of your mother's hospitality."
The couch isn't too bad, kind of annoying that I wasn't allowed a pillow because I made the cushion stained though. He was staring at the ceiling, recounting what he did. He really was an idiot for shouting her name out, and trying to lie that the stick stuff was glue. Something was strange about it all, however. Although he was obviously aware what he did was insanely disgusting, disrespectful, and all around a bad behavior, he felt that what he did wasn't all that bad! If anything, it's her fault for not realizing how stressful it is being a trainer always on the go, never having time to be pleasured by anything besides battling, he thought. She should've respected his point of view, where he was doing something most boys do at his age (of course, they don't dream of fucking their mom's, at least most). The more he pondered on it, the less he felt the blame was on him. He got over feeling sorry, and instead vengeful. He got up from the couch, climbed up the stairs, and quietly got up to Delia's room. There she was, snoring her cute purrs, being unable to be awoken. He walked over to her unconscious body and felt himself growing stiff. He stared at her smooth complexion from the nightlight's glow, her beautiful face just aching to be covered in his creamy lotion. She looked so peaceful, so young, so fuckable. He pulled out his erection, and stroked it as he stared at her. He moved her head close to his stroked 'head'. He rubbed his mother's smooth, red hair. I'm not going to just take advantage of your hospitality you mother I would love to fuck, oh, there's more than just hospitality. Placing her in an optimal position for the cream, he groaned as he supplied her with the white fluid. Clumps landed on her glowing face, wetting her gorgeous lashes and pink cheeks. He used her slightly open mouth to clean up the tip, swirling it between his mother's plump lips to lather her pearly whites with his pearly white semen. Having given her his dick lotion, he put his dispenser away, left the room, and happily went back down to the couch, thinking up ways to take advantage of her for the days to cum.