It was the afternoon from the second day of Ash's return to Pallet town. Ash and his friends, minus his friends, was sitting down on the couch, watching the latest episode of Bragon Dall C with some weary eyes. Our lovable hero is extremely bored, and is itching to do a good ol' Pokemon battle, or just something interesting! As our boy from Pallet Town yawning, an adventure is awaiting him seeing as a loud vroom plays just as the show gets to the good part. With the noise coming closer and closer, Ash finally sees his mom going about her day vacuuming and cleaning up for the long journey coming up!
"Oh, hi Sweetie! Just getting this dusty place cleaned up, don't want you to breath those little dust buneary!"
Delia declared her presence in a sing-songy fashion, and continued to vacuum.
As Ash rose the volume to counter the loud noise, all he get was more and more agitated as he was losing in the 1v1 battle between TV and household appliance. Things only escalated when she began to move right in front of the big screen.
"M O M! Can you seriously just move out of the way?! I was watching something." Ash nagged, moving back and forth to look beyond the Grand Canyon known as the backside of .
"Ohhh Ashy. It will only take a moment! Try to patient."
Losing yet another match, the boy just placed the remote on the couch, and crossed his arms. As his mom got nearer to clean, he noticed the overly attractive woman stood merely a foot in front of him, not realizing how obscuring it was. He hadn't forgotten his morning temptations towards the woman backing up, and how he backed her up upon his levelling growth. Ash really had no other option, but to stare at his hot mom's butt for entertainment.
He stared at her wearing her classic, MILFy outfit: a pink, single button top with a tight, yellow shirt under, complemented by a long, purple skirt that accentuated her figure.
Humming to herself, Delia noticed under the table in front of the couch was covered in crumbs, most likely from her son bingeing on junk like imported Paldean poke-puffs while here. Turning to her side to face the table, the always innocent mother bent over so she may vacuum under it.
From Ash's point of view, his mom was shaking her thick-ass ass right 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 nicely shaped it looked. The outline of the curves were there, and he unconsciously lifted his right arm up, raising it until the palm hovered over a cheek. As Delia was finishing up cleaning, she felt a hand visegrip tightly on her right butt, and shrieked as she jolted upright. Incredibly thundershocked, she turned around and jeered at her cheeky son.
"ASH! Did you just...did you SQUEEZEEE my ass?!"
Ash gulped, but cleared his composure, and spoke clearly.
"I was just trying to tell you to get the hell 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 move?" She huffed as she turned off the vacuum, leaving the area.
"Also, since when did you talk like such a hooligan? Don't you dare kiss your mother with that mouth."
Wow, that was easy, thought Ash.
Whilst his mom cooked up another dinner, Ash was busy upstairs in their shared 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 the many other ladies he met along the way to Viridian City, which for some reason simply had no effect. It was as if he already was afflicted with a status condition, and was in need of a Full Heal before regular girls could get his PP Up.
After realizing all but one woman was left, the immature 10-year old brat set forth a plan. Walking over to the closet space, he found a lacy pink panty that surely belonged to his mom. Going back to Delia's room, Ash silently sat himself down upon her flaaffy bed. He wrapped the panty around his dick, and started to pump on it while thinking about his mom's nice bod. He closed his eyes and drifted away, imagining his hands around her waist, thrusting into her tight teen-esque pussy on their bed, her body vibrating from the pleasure. Ash was a firm believer that he was a virgin birth from the years of being told there was no dad in the picture. It never came to him that the guy was going out to Johto to buy some moomoo milks.
Regardless, Ash imagined her moaning and shaking violently, the boobs bouncing as his mother was 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, Mooom, MOOOOOOM !"
He screamed aloud, as he fireblasted his hot semen onto the clothing, substituting it as his mother's birth canal, just shy of filling his mom with love fluid.
"I'm coming up, sweetie!" Footsteps thudded towards him.
"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. Ash frantically grabbed the soaked underwear and dropped it under the bed, and tried to quickly put on his own underwear that was on it.
Too late.
"When did you learn that type of language young ma-aaa what the... A-ASH!?"
was left standing at the door paralyzed and unable to move. Her son was pulling up his boxers, as he was naked for some reason with cum coming out of 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's words missed, spitting out random sounds that were not at all coherent.
"I can explain! I...sp-spilled g-glue...in the, on your panties, was bored, the wind, m-my pants... I'm... sorry..."
Delia just watched her son sweat bullets; him quickly putting his pants back on. Once they were on, Ash hurriedly ran right 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 her boy's pumping had a recoil effect, and left a trail from the floor, up the side, and onto the soft cushioning.
"Ugh, come on! He got my side of the bed dirty, disgusting!"
The fairy-type lady put the panties in a clothes bin, and shook her head as she went down for dinner.
The two 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 father left, leaving me to take care of you ever since you turned 2. This was NOT for you to beat your you-know-what and call me insults, young man. If I catch you again, you will be seriously grounded, and I will be forced into not allowing you out with those hooligan friends of yours to go 'catch 'em all'."
"But, mom! They aren't hooligans, we even managed to save 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 door slammed shut, with the sound of the shower curtains swinging closed as the sound of water spritzed, drowning out the awkward silence.
"Huh, so I guess I did have a dad."
The couch isn't too bad, kind of annoying that I wasn't allowed a pillow because I made the cushion stained though.
Our dark-typed protagonist 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 sticky stuff was actually 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 has been for him being a trainer always on the go, never having time to be pleasured by anything besides battling. She should've respected his point of view, where he was doing something most boys do at his age (except, of course, they don't dream of fucking their moms and cumming in them, probably). The more he pondered on it, the less he felt the blame was on him. He got over feeling sorry, and instead vengeful.
The boy got up from the couch, determined to go storm up to Delia's room.
Teleporting over he could right there, 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. Ash moved her head close to his stroked 'head'. He rubbed his mother's smooth, red hair. Ash took in the fresh smells, appreciating the perfume and shampoo aroma granted by such a well-kept housewife without a husband. She had no reason being so pleasing to the senses, but here she was, being the perfect jerk off material for her growing boy, who was soon finished in growing his Diglett.
I'm not going to just take advantage of your hospitality you mother I would love to fuck
Placing her in an optimal position for the upcumming creaming, a roared eminated as our hero groaned and supplied his sleeping beauty with the white fluid. Ash used Splash, but something happened.
Clumps of the stuff landed on her glowing face, wetting her gorgeous lashes and rosypink 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. Ash cooed, feeling those moist, soft lips that once planted kisses on his forehead, now being planted right on his dick's foreskin, washing away his dirty kisses with such spunk and vigor. He might not be deserving of his kissing his mother with that mouth of his, but he wasn't planning to kiss her now anyways with a bit of him on her shining like chapstick.
Having given her his dick lotion, Ash swiftly put his dispenser away, quietly left the room, and happily went back down to the couch, thinking up more ways to take advantage of his mother's hospitality for the days to cum.