Tis the Season

From Ethan's Point of View

I watch Mrs. Chance as she works on starting her turkey and making some breakfast.

I like her cooking and admittedly Thanksgiving at her house has become my favorite holiday.

I know that Ben would be pissed if he found out that I look at his mom like this.

God damn it though. If I was given the chance, I'd take really good care of her.

She turns to me with a plate, "here Ethan. Is Benjamin coming down?"

I take the plate, "I don't know ma'am."

I do in fact know that Benjamin won't be down because he went to see his ex while his girlfriend isn't around.

I've never talked about why I don't go see my parents during the holidays, but being 25 years old and having no where to go for the holidays really sucks.

She rubs her thumb over my cheek softly.

I tilt my head into her hand just a little. I crave her affection and it drives me wild that she doesn't do it often.

She is moving a little closer and before I realize what's happening, she's set the plate aside and is kissing me.

I wrap my arms around her waist softly, kissing back.

She pulls back just a little, "I'm sorry."

I whisper, "don't apologize. Please just a little more?"

She steps back just a little, "we shouldn't Ethan."

I carefully pick up my plate, avoiding her eyes, "yes ma'am."

She bites her lip, "you look really good in that color, in that shirt. I... didn't mean to do that."

I stare at the plate, "you... are beautiful ma'am."

She laughs just a little, "you can call me Samantha, you know that right?"

I shake my head just a little, "it's a respect thing."

She leans against the counter beside me, "I haven't kissed anyone since Franklin left."

I look down at her, "why me?"

She meets my eyes for a second, "because you're a good looking guy. I like you."

I bite my lip softly, "is that so?"

She brushes her fingers over my forearm, "I want to get fucked by you so bad, Ethan. I want to let you have control and watch you crumble inside me. To experience something new maybe, and to know that I am still plenty attractive."

I shiver a little at the idea, "and if I want that too?"

She hums, "I hadn't thought that far ahead. I admittedly never planned on telling you any of that."

She adds after a moment of silence between us, "Benjamin would be angry if we let it go that far."

I set my uneaten plate to the side and move in front of her, "Ben doesn't have to know. In fact right now is the perfect time to do it. He's not here."

She looks up at me, "I hope he's not out cheating on his girlfriend or something stupid. I don't like cheaters."

I lean down slowly and kiss along her jaw softly, "I know Samantha."

She grips my shirt softly, "and you aren't cheating on someone special by doing this."

I nip her earlobe softly, "no, just me and you. I promise."

She slips her fingers into my hair, guiding my head down to her neck, "promise to stop if you change your mind or get uncomfortable?"

I kiss along her neck, "I promise."

I carefully untie her apron, taking it off over her head, "why don't we go to bed?"

She meets my eyes for a second, trying to see any trace of reluctance in me, "are you sure you want to do this? My body is different than the young ones you're assumedly used to."

I gently take her hand, staring into her eyes, "I want this."

She squeezes my hand softly, giving me a little smile, "okay."

I pick her up, carrying her to her bedroom, "let me take you to bed then love."

She laughs a little, "it's been a long time since someone has been this excited to take me to the bedroom."

I lay her back gently, smiling at her, "what kind of foreplay do you like beautiful?"

She bites her lip, "I don't know."

She goes to take off her pants but I carefully catch her hands.

I move over her slowly, "you've never had someone take care of you sexually, have you?"

She looks up at me, "it's just a performance. It's not that hard."

I kiss her slowly, "don't preform, let me make you cum for real."

She kisses back needily.

I work my way down her neck, slipping my fingers up under her shirt, resting my hand on her hip softly.

She seems awkward like she doesn't quite know what to do with her hands.

I carefully tug at her shirt, "may I?"

She nods, "of course."

I take her shirt off, returning to her neck, kissing along it.

I run my fingers along her hips, "you know you can like, wrap your arms around me or put your fingers in my hair or touch yourself even? You don't need to just lay as still as possible."

She rubs her boobs slowly, bringing my attention to them unintentionally.

I sit her up carefully, unhooking her bra before slipping it off.

I lay her back again, kissing over her breasts. I take a nipple between my teeth, carefully biting it.

She moans, "oh fuck."

I use a hand to play with the other boob, squeezing it softly, keeping my mouth on her nipple.

She sounds sexy as hell when she's moaning.

I move to the other nipple, biting it softly too.

She arches her back just a little, "don't stop."

I suck on it softly before kissing down her stomach.

I stare up at her, whispering against her skin, "I want to taste you."

She lifts her hips and I carefully tug her pants and panties off together, discarding them.

I softly suck on her thigh, swirling my tongue, trying my best to leave a hickey on her thigh.

She moans again, "what are you doing?"

I open her legs, "I want you to remember every where my mouth has touched. And then next time, I want to fill in the gaps."

She bites her lip, leaning her head back just a little, "you're so eager."

I spread her pussy, leaning in just a little, "you're so wet already, beautiful."

I press my tongue to her clit, swirling it slowly.

She slips her fingers in my hair, already moaning, "holy fuck, Ethan."

I slowly slip a finger inside her, letting it slide in very slow. I curve it up into her g-spot and continue to work my tongue on her clit.

She arches her back, trying to close her thighs already. I pin one down, keeping a steady pace on her spot.

She moans louder, "holy fuck."

I press my finger into her spot a little faster.

She shakes, cumming.

She pushes my head away shyly, "what was that?"

I smile, "I made you cum."

She blushes a little, "is that what that's supposed to feel like?"

I carefully move over her, kissing slowly, "I don't know what it's supposed to feel like as a woman."

She slips her fingers into my hair, "fuck."

I carefully unbutton my pants, "may I?"

She gets my cock out, "do you want me to suck you off first?"

Her eyes meet mine.

I run my fingers over her cheek, "no, unless you really want to. I don't even have to put it inside you if you don't want."

She carefully strokes me, "I do want you to fuck me."

I rub my cock between her pussy lips, gathering her wetness.

I slip inside her very slowly, gently pulling her hips closer.

She moans.

I lean down and kiss her, thrusting slow.

She slips her fingers into my hair as I continue thrusting.

She moans, "oh fuck."

I lean my head back just a little, "yeah. You feel so good."

She moves a hand to my back, "you're so fucking big."

I roll my hips, "I'm ashamed of myself for how close I already am."

She presses herself onto my cock more.

I lean down, kissing her before whispering, "inside or outside?"

She kisses back slowly, "wherever you want."

I thrust a little faster, grunting as I cum.

I press a little deeper, groaning.

She leans her head back, moaning, "oh fuck yes."

I pull out slowly, "thank you."

She blushes just a little, "thank you."

I settle on the bed beside her, getting comfortable.

She moves a little closer, laying her head on my chest, "thank you Ethan, I am serious."

I wrap an arm around her, "don't stress it Samantha. I enjoyed that."

We lay there for a while before she moves to get up.

I watch her, "what are you doing?"

She smiles a little, "I need to go finish cooking."

She starts to pull back on her clothes, "maybe we can do that again sometime."

I stand up and move close to her, "give me your panties, Samantha."

She looks up at me, "what?"

I smile, "I want your panties."

She holds them out, "what are you going to do with them?"

I fix my pants, tucking her panties in my pocket, before leaning down to whisper in her ear, "brag about getting laid to Ben."

She blushes a little, "don't do that."

I give her a playfully look, "what, are you worried he might figure out that I was fucking his mom?"

She squirms just a little, "Ethan!"

I smile at her, "hey, don't worry, they are for me. Not anyone else."