Mother x Son | Ichigo x Masaki Kurosaki
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Ichigo opened his eyes with a flinch. The curtains to his window were open. He flinched and covered his eyes, trying to stop the light from hitting him in the eyes.
"What the hell, mom!" Ichigo shouted as he opened his eyes. Masaki smirked at her son's reaction. Even in high school, he was still a mama's boy, waiting for her to wake him up.
"Oh, shush and get up to-... Eat," Masaki froze in the middle of her sentence as her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes moved down towards Ichigo's crotch, the blanket slipping off.
His boxer had an enormous dent inside it, with Ichigo's morning wood turned on and his cock making a massive bulge. Masaki gained a blush on her face that she quickly tried to hide.
"C-Come down to eat. Your father is already in the nursery, and your sisters have both gone out to play with a friend. See ya!" Masaki said with a blush, her pussy clenching on air as she moved towards the door before shutting it.
Masaki leaned against the door, her heart beating fast like a drum. Her right hand unconsciously lowered to her pussy, and she shivered as she pushed her clitoris, eliciting a light moan from her throat.
"My baby... How much you've grown~," Masaki muttered as she moved down to prepare breakfast.
Ichigo groaned as he finally came to his senses. The door to his room closed as his mother left, but not before Ichigo's eyes locked onto her ass, his morning wood twitching as he watched the ass of his mother.
Masaki hummed softly to herself as she prepared breakfast downstairs, her mind wandering back to the tantalising sight of Ichigo's impressive morning arousal. She couldn't help but imagine how it would feel in her hands, her mouth.
"No, no, bad Masaki! He's your son!" She scolded herself quietly, shaking her head. But even as she tried to push the forbidden thoughts away, her body betrayed her growing desire. Her nipples visibly hardened beneath her thin robe, and she could feel an unfamiliar dampness between her thighs.
Lost in her inappropriate fantasies, Masaki nearly burned the bacon. She quickly plated up the food - eggs, bacon, toast, and a tall glass of orange juice for each of them.
Masaki set the plates of food on the kitchen table before calling up the stairs. "Ichigo, breakfast is ready! Come eat while it's hot!"
She busied herself cleaning the stove, bending over more than necessary to give anyone behind her an eyeful of her barely-covered ass. The short silk robe rode up dangerously high, exposing the bottom curves of her plump cheeks.
Straightening up, Masaki adjusted her top, making sure her ample cleavage was prominently displayed. She sat down at the table, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately, knowing Ichigo would be coming down soon. Her heart raced in anticipation.
Ichigo heard his mother's call and sighed heavily. He knew he should go downstairs, but the memory of her seeing his erection made him hesitant. Still, the smell of breakfast wafting up the stairs proved too tempting to resist. He threw on a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, hoping to conceal his persistent arousal.
As he descended the stairs, Ichigo tried to keep his eyes on the steps, but they kept getting drawn to the tantalising view of his mother's legs and the way her robe clung to her curves. When he entered the kitchen, he quickly sat down across from her, keeping his gaze fixed on his plate.
"Thanks for breakfast, Mom..." he mumbled, reaching for the syrup. As he did, his shirt rode up slightly, revealing a strip of toned stomach.
Masaki's eyes widened almost imperceptibly as she noticed the flash of Ichigo's toned midriff when his shirt rode up. She felt a familiar heat pooling low in her belly at the glimpse of skin. Trying to maintain her composure, she smiled brightly at her son.
"You're welcome, sweetie. I'm glad you're here to enjoy it with me." Her voice was a bit breathier than usual. She reached out to pour more coffee into her mug, leaning forward just enough to give Ichigo an enticing view down the front of her robe.
"So, tell me about your plans for today. Any fun activities with friends?" Masaki asked casually, but there was an undercurrent of tension in her tone. Her foot 'accidentally' brushed against Ichigo's leg under the table, sending a jolt through her.
Ichigo tensed slightly as he felt his mother's foot brush against his leg, a shiver running down his spine at the contact. He tried to focus on his food, but found his eyes repeatedly drawn to the tantalising expanse of cleavage visible above her robe. Swallowing hard, he attempted to answer her question.
"I, uh, don't have any specific plans..." he mumbled, fidgeting with his fork. "Maybe hang out with Orihime later if she texts me."
As he spoke, Ichigo shifted in his seat, his arousal still not fully subsided. The movement caused his sweatpants to tent obscenely. He prayed his mother wouldn't notice as he took a large bite of syrupy pancake to distract himself.
*Masaki's eyes flickered downwards, widening almost imperceptibly as she noticed the prominent bulge straining against Ichigo's sweatpants. A deep blush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. She licked her lips nervously, her mouth suddenly dry.*
"That's nice that you might see Orihime," she said, her voice a little higher-pitched than normal. "But don't forget, family time is important too. Maybe we could do something together later, just the two of us?"
Unable to help herself, Masaki stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. She bent over to pick up a fallen napkin, giving Ichigo a perfect view straight down her robe at her ample cleavage and the lacy edge of her bra.
"Oops, silly me! Clumsy,"
Ichigo's breath hitched in his throat as his mother bent over, the view down her robe nearly causing him to choke on his pancake. His cock twitched and hardened further, creating an even more noticeable bulge in his sweatpants. He quickly grabbed his napkin, holding it strategically over his lap.
"J-Just the two of us? Like a date?" Ichigo asked, his voice cracking slightly. He immediately regretted the words, realising how they sounded. To cover his embarrassment, he laughed awkwardly. "I mean, um, that sounds nice though. We could watch a movie or something."
He squirmed in his seat, acutely aware of his throbbing erection and the way his mother's robe clung to every curve. Ichigo desperately tried to think of anything else, but his teenage hormones were raging out of control.
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