**Chapter 1: Caught in the Act**
Catherine kicked off her heels at the door, the weight of a long day at the office melting away as the familiar scent of home enveloped her. She was a powerhouse, a corporate shark who commanded boardrooms with a flick of her wrist and a sharp, knowing smile. But tonight, she was just a woman craving a glass of wine and the quiet of her own space. Her tailored blazer hung on the rack, her silk blouse clinging to her curves as she padded through the house, her mind already on the bottle of Merlot in the kitchen.
A muffled sound stopped her cold. It came from down the hall, from her son Ethan’s room. A low, rhythmic grunt, punctuated by heavy breathing. Her brow arched, curiosity piqued. She knew that sound—hell, she’d made men make that sound more times than she could count. But Ethan? Her sweet, awkward, college-aged boy? A smirk curled her lips. Well, well.
She crept closer, her bare feet silent on the hardwood. The door was ajar, just enough for her to peek through. There he was, sprawled on his bed, pants around his ankles, his hand working furiously over his cock. Hard, flushed, and glistening at the tip—damn, the boy had grown up. Catherine bit her lip, a rush of heat pooling low in her belly. She should’ve turned away. She should’ve respected his privacy. But the devil on her shoulder whispered, and she listened.
Pushing the door open with a deliberate creak, she leaned against the frame, arms crossed, her voice dripping with amusement. 'Well, Ethan, looks like you’re handling business without me.'
He froze, eyes wide with horror, scrambling to cover himself with a pillow. 'Mom! What the hell? Get out!'
Catherine didn’t budge. Her gaze flicked down to the bulge beneath the pillow, then back to his flushed face. 'Oh, come on, sweetheart. No need to be shy. I’ve seen it all before. Changed your diapers, remember?'
'Mom, this is messed up. Just—please, leave.' His voice cracked, but she caught the way his eyes lingered on her, the way they traced the curve of her hips in that tight skirt.
She stepped closer, her movements slow, predatory. 'You’re a man now, Ethan. And men have needs. I get it. But you’re doing it all wrong.' Her tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it, a challenge. She sat on the edge of his bed, her hand resting just inches from his thigh. 'Let me show you how it’s done.'
He recoiled, but his breath hitched. 'This is insane. You’re my mom. We can’t—'
'Can’t what?' she cut him off, her voice low, sultry. 'Can’t help each other out? Can’t share a little... intimacy? I’m not asking for your soul, Ethan. Just a moment.' Her fingers brushed the pillow, nudging it aside. His resistance wavered as she exposed him again, his cock still hard, twitching under her gaze. 'Look at you. So ready, so needy. Let me take care of that.'
'Mom, no—' His protest died as her hand wrapped around him, firm and confident. She stroked once, slow and deliberate, watching his face contort with a mix of shame and raw, desperate want. 'Fuck,' he hissed, his head tipping back.
'That’s it,' she purred, leaning closer, her breath hot against his ear. 'Let go. Let me make you feel good.' Her grip tightened, her pace quickening, and she felt him throb under her touch. She wasn’t some shrinking violet; she was in control, always had been. And right now, she was reveling in the power she held over him.
His hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, as she lowered her head, her lips hovering just above him. 'You’re gonna love this,' she whispered, her tongue flicking out to taste him. His gasp was music to her ears, and she knew there was no turning back.
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