Once inside, Ethan shut the bathroom door behind him and leaned against it, exhaling sharply. His heartbeat was getting out of control. He splashed cold water on his face, trying to ignore the bulge in his pants. The bathroom mirror showed a man teetering on the edge of his desire. He took a deep breath and adjusted his pants.
"Get it together," he muttered under his breath, adjusting himself with a frustrated groan. "You can't walk out there looking like you're ready to fuck someone's mom."
When Ethan stepped out of the bathroom, Janice looked up at him, a smile curling on her lips. "Feeling better?"
"Ah, yeah," Ethan replied, trying to sound as casual as possible. "Must've been something I ate." He couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed under her knowing gaze.
"Well, I'm here if you need anything." Janice's smile deepened, her eyes flicking down to his crotch. She had already noticed the bulge earlier, and the fact of her son's friend being turned on by her was both thrilling and a bit naughty. She took a sip of her tea while looking at him. "You know, sometimes talking about your problems can help."
"Ethan sat down beside her, trying to shake off all the inappropriate thoughts he'd just had about Mrs. Johansson."
Alex, Ethan can't shake off the sexual tension between him and Janice, highlighting the complex nature of his desires and the potential for additional taboo relationships to unfold.
He knew that he had to get out of there before he did something he would regret. "Ah, I'm okay, really," Ethan replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "It's just... exams are coming up in a few months, and I haven't been getting enough sleep because of all the study stuff lately."
Janice nodded, her hand moving to her knee, her skirt riding up slightly, revealing more of her toned thigh. "I understand," she said, her voice filled with empathy. "College can be a tough time. But it's important to take care of yourself."
Ethan nodded, his eyes drawn to the small patch of skin revealed by her skirt. He knew he had to get out of there before he did something stupid. "Thanks," he murmured, his eyes darting to the delicious cleavage peeking out from her low-cut top. Janice noticed his gaze and took another sip of her tea, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Anytime, sweetie," she said, her voice a smooth caress. "But remember, you can't let stress get to you. It's important to... relieve tension."
Alex looked over, handing Ethan a controller. "Here you go, man," he said, his focus on the TV screen as the game loaded.
Ethan took the controller, his eyes flicking toward Janice. She had moved closer to him, her arm now resting comfortably on the back of the couch. He could feel the warmth of her body, the scent of her perfume making his head swim. He tried to focus on the game as much as possible.
Mrs. Johansson leaned closer to Ethan, her squishy milkers pressing against his arm as they both pretended to focus on the game. Ethan's eyes remained on the TV screen, his thumbs moving rapidly on the controller as he tried to ignore the friction of her chest. Alex, oblivious to the tension between them, was sitting cross-legged on the floor while his mother was busy grinding her mounds of flesh against his best bestfriend.
"Ah~, Janice?" Ethan whispered, his voice barely a murmur. "Can you just..."
"Haa~, sweetheart... You didn't like that?" Mrs. Johansson purred, her voice dripping with a slutty tone.
Ethan coughed, trying to clear his throat of the sudden lump that had formed. "No, no, I didn't mean it like that. It's just..."
But before he could finish, Janice's hand slid from his thigh to his cock, her thumb tracing slow circles over the outline of his erection. Ethan's eyes went wide, his body frozen as he felt the warmth of her touch. His heart was racing.
"Is this what you're talking about, sweetie?" She asked, her voice a low, slutty purr that sent shivers down his spine.
Alex, engrossed in the game, remained blissfully unaware of what was happening behind him. Ethan looked over at his friend, who was busy on the screen.
"What are you doing?" he whispered, his voice strained.
Janice leaned in closer, her breath warm on his neck. "I've seen the way you look at me," she said, her voice a seductive murmur. "And I've felt it too."
SUMMARY^1: Ethan's situation escalates as Janice touches his erection, suggesting she's aware of his attraction. Despite his shock and attempt to maintain the ruse of the game, she makes her intentions clear, hinting at a shared desire while Alex remains oblivious.
Ethan's cock twitched hearing her say that, his body betraying his thoughts. He looked down at her hand, which had moved even closer to his crotch. He could feel the heat of her palm through his jeans. "Janice, we can't," he managed to say.
"Why not, honey?" She whispered, her voice dripping with a seductive tone that sent a shiver down his spine. "Don't you want to feel it?"
"Damn, this is getting out of hand," Ethan thought to himself, his gaze locked on her cleavage. "But it's fucking hot." He felt his cock pulse as Janice leaned in closer, her hand now cupping his hardness through the fabric of his pants.
After a moment of silence, Janice took the initiative. "Just let me take care of it," She reached for the zipper of his pants, her hand trembling slightly with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Ethan's eyes grew wide, his breath hitching as she slowly began to lower it.
"Mrs. Johans...I mean Janice," Ethan stuttered.
Her hand paused for a brief second, a smirk playing on her lips. "It's okay, sweetheart," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let Mommy handle it." She tugged at his zipper, pulling it down in one fluid motion. Ethan's cock sprang out from his pants, standing proudly against his stomach.
Janice's eyes went wide, and she couldn't help but gasp. "Holy fuck, it's so big!" she whispered in her breath, her hand wrapping around the width of his dick. "How did this thing even fit in there?" she thought to herself.
"This is really bad. How can she be so crazy?" Ethan's thoughts were of himself as Janice's hand wrapped around his cock. "If Alex turns his head even once, I'm screwed."
Her eyes widened, taking in the size of his manhood. "Oh my, Ethan," she murmured, her hand stroking him gently, her thumb brushing over the wet tip. "It's so much bigger than I ever imagined."
Her voice was a mix of surprise and arousal, sending a shiver down Ethan's spine. He couldn't believe this was happening. "Janice, we should stop," he said weakly, his voice betraying the desire coursing through his veins.
But Janice was in no mood to stop. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, and her breath was coming in short. She leaned in closer while her soft, full lips parted slightly. "I don't think so," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his.
"Hey, dude, you're playing like shit!" Hearing Alex's voice, Ethan's heart skipped twenty beats at once. His eyes snapped to the TV screen, realizing he had lost focus on the game entirely.
"Ah, sorry," Ethan mumbled. He tried to shake off Janice's hand, but she held firm, her grip on his cock tightening even more.
Alex grunted, not looking at them. "Be more serious, man!" He said, his eyes still glued to the screen.
Ignoring his protests, Janice began to stroke Ethan's cock slowly, her hand moving with purposeful strokes. "How does my hand feel?" she said, her voice low and smoky. "You don't have to be so shy." She giggled.
Ethan's eyes remained glued to the TV, his breathing shallow and ragged. "Mrs. Johansson," his voice strained. But before he could get another word out, her hand started to move faster, her grip tightening around him.
"Call me Janice," she murmured, her breath hot against his neck. "You're a man now, Ethan. You don't have to call me like that anymore."
Her words sent a jolt through his body, and he couldn't help the soft moan that slipped from his throat before he could stop it. "Ahh... Janice," his eyes closing briefly.
"That's better," Janice whispered, her hand moving with a steady rhythm. "Just let go, Ethan."
Ethan's eyes remained squeezed shut, his teeth clenched as he tried to ignore the sensation of her soft hand. "Mmm~ Janice," he murmured. "What if Alex..."
"He's busy," her grip tightening slightly. "Now, let Mommy take care of you," Janice purred, her strokes becoming more persistent.
Her soft, warm hand slid up and down his cock, and her breasts bounced with the rhythm of her movements. Ethan's eyes remained closed, his breaths coming out in short bursts as he focused on the feeling of Janice's hand.
Her erect nipples poked through the thin fabric of her shirt like two tiny, eager sentinels, begging for his attention. Ethan couldn't ignore them as Janice leaned in closer, her breath warm and moist against his neck. Her hand continued to glide along his cock, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel the heat of her and smell the faint scent of her arousal mixing with the sweetness of her perfume.
"You like it when I touch you like this, huh?" Janice murmured, her voice low and sultry. Ethan's eyes snapped open, his gaze meeting hers in the reflection of the TV screen. The smirk on her face was unmistakable, the glint in her eyes hinting at the satisfaction she derived from his obvious arousal. Her hand didn't miss a beat, continuing to pump his cock gently.
"Mmm~," Janice hummed. "Haah~" Her eyes half-closed as she watched his face contort with pleasure.
Suddenly, Alex shouted without turning around, "Hey, man, what are you doing? Be more serious, will you?" The sound of his voice knocked Ethan back to reality, and he realized how close he was to getting caught with his cock in Janice's hand. Janice's strokes didn't falter, but she leaned back slightly, her eyes still fixed on Ethan's face.