Pokémon: Maternal Instincts [Ze Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Name: Cerise Adams
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

SPOILER_original_drawn_by_agawa_ryou__45be451e7a7da4143c65eec9d50e0dea.jpg (71.72 KiB) Viewed 82 times

Background: Despite spending over half her life in the region, Cerise is not a native of Kanto. Born Cerise Beaumont of Lumiose City, she spent much of her youth in the splendor of Kalos' capital city, where luxury was never far and her whims never went long without indulgence. Never one for the hard work of raising Pokémon herself, she was none-the-less drawn to the high octane clash of powerful creatures so popular in the land of her birth and beyond, existing on the margins of many a battle circle as she came into her own as a young woman. And, consequently, allowed many of the strongest trainers she flitted about to do a little coming of their own, with the stakes of many a battle being who would have the pleasure of accompanying her back to her apartment that evening to enjoy the spoils of victory. While most all of her exploits were little more than passing fancy and the thrill of being a prize, her string of would-be lovers eventually bore something more stable—it led her to meet her husband who, after the rush of frenzied, sweat-slick rutting ran its course, inquired as to whether she would like to meet again, under less... charged circumstances. A traveler from beyond Kalos, Henry intrigued her, and their relationship quickly progressed to exclusivity, something unimaginable for a woman who considered herself above such things. Smitten with one another, they were married two years later, when her beau completed his circuit of the region's gyms and returned home to take up a position at the company of a family friend, the prestigious Silph Co.

Life as a housewife in the more rural Kanto was something of a shock for a city-dweller like Cerise, but given her appetites, it did not take long for her to find something other than shopping and cafe-crawls to take up her time; the birth of her first child coincided months after arriving in Viridian City, where the family settled. Two more followed in the years to come, and Cerise dedicated herself to providing a warm, loving home to her newly found family, something starkly absent from her life in Kalos, for all the luxury her own parents had offered her in lieu of their presence. It was idyllic, for a time; her eldest, Elijah, showed promise in Pokémon studies, and secured an internship with the region's Pokémon Professor not long after his fifteenth birthday, proving himself his father's son in his passion for the little pocket monsters. Her second child, Olivia, took up the Pokéball shortly after turning thirteen, and settled in at the Celadon City Gym as a protege of the city's leader, close to her father's place of work in Saffron without the suffocation of a parent over shoulder. Her youngest, James, proved to embody the restlessness that so plagued her own youth, and on his twelfth birthday, set out with a partner all his own to take on the region's challenges for himself.

And with his leaving, came the end of that most peaceful segment of Cerise's life.

It was no secret that, for as strong a start as they had, she and Henry had been drifting apart for some time. His work in Saffron City kept him away from home more often than not, and while the choice to move the family closer so he could be more present was posed more than once, it was always handily denied. In time, Cerise came to understand why. Her husband had found himself some of the comforts of home without her—he had gotten himself a mistress, a few years after the birth of their daughter. It was more convenient the two women in his life not mingle so often. Crushed by the realization her husband was not half so faithful as she had been, Cerise buried down her resentment for the sake of the children, a common enough thing for the wives of successful businessmen who strayed. But with the leaving of her last son, standing on his own two feet despite his age and embarking on the journey so many of the region's children did, the necessity of keeping silent, of bearing it, dropped away. She could finally get a little payback of her own.

She considered, for a time, who she might choose. What lucky man might finally taste her after her long leave of absence from promiscuity. There were a few good-looking contenders in Viridian themselves, the enigmatic Gym Leader among them, or perhaps the region's Professor, even; she had plenty of excuse to go down to Pallet and visit, although the risk of her son finding his mentor in congress with his mother —despite the excitement of Henry finding out that way—still her hand, for she still had no intention of hurting her children in this pursuit. The answer came to her one unexpected night, quite literally, while she dreamed of possibilities.

Left without her husband's touch for so long, it was not unusual for Cerise to find her nocturnal thoughts drift to the carnal, lustful as she was. One night, during a particularly raunchy dream, she woke with a trembling start, the eroticism of it causing her to shudder and sigh... until she realized it wasn't the lingering memory of a hot, sweaty man atop her that caused her toes to curl even in the waking world. Beneath her blankets, between sticky thighs, a chilly little ball of mist had formed in the night. A Gastly had found its way into her room, no doubt seeking to eat her dreams for nourishment. Instead, or perhaps because of her dreams, it found something much, much tastier to feast on. Part of her might have shooed it off, once the shock wore off, or screamed for help. But when its tongue twisted inside her, hitting a spot that hadn't been touched since she lived in Kalos... well, the screams that followed were far from ones of distress. The naughty little specter brought her to completion three times before it tried to sneak away, apparently content with its work. It found its way into a Pokéball instead, tossed with all the accuracy one could glean from years of watching trainers at work.

With the morning came contemplation. That a Pokémon could do such a thing with a human... and that it could be so good, rattled her. She had heard... impolite rumors, before, of what certain female trainers got up to with their Houndours and such. The usual kind of filthy trash talk one might expect between bickering rivals. What was worse than understanding such rumors might well not have been just that, was that she felt jealous of them! She hadn't had an orgasm that intense in years. Hadn't felt that alive either. It was wrong, she knew. Something taboo. And yet... she wanted more. Her new friend was certainly in good company; Cerise had sheltered a handful of Pokémon over the years, often eggs produced by her children's own that they couldn't care for with their busy schedules. She had given them their every need, with her nest so empty, seeing they grew up good and strong. And with the interloper proving they could fulfill certain needs in return, well, the household was not so very quite once she managed to make her desires known, and stir theirs in kind.

But it wasn't enough. Sure, letting a hyperactive Elekid blast a crackling load across your chest was a thrill, but there was a whole world of such experiences waiting for her, just beyond the suburbs of Viridian City. Every other member of her family in Kanto had known the joys of a Pokémon journey, so why couldn't she? Gathering up the supplies she needed, Cerise vowed she wouldn't just petulantly strike back at her husband's infidelity, but take back the years she had wasted in doting on him. She would start a journey all her own, and relive the youth she had long left behind.

Perks:

One Hot Mama: Cerise was a real head-turner in her youth, and to the delight of many a man, time has been kind enough to see that beauty maintained. Voluptuous to a fault, motherhood has only added a pleasant plumpness to her figure, and between her smoky eyes, plush lips, smooth skin and bountiful assets, very few who enjoy the female form can resist her charms when she presents them. Or even when she doesn't, if the peeping toms were anything to go by.
Head of the Household: While she never occupied a role in some grandiose company like her husband, Cerise has always rated a certain defiant authority that intrigued more than a few of her suitors back in the day, but has since evolved into an assured sense of control. Having raised three rambunctious kids and no shortage of their Pokémon over the years, she is a natural at getting people to heed her words and follow her advice, whether they walk on two legs, four legs, or float.
I Still Got It: Cerise wasn't just a slut when she was younger. She was a brilliant slut. There wasn't a man or woman she couldn't bring to a supremely powerful, and often messy, finish, and her skill between the sheets brought more than a few marriage proposals before she eventually found the husband she wanted... at the time, anyway. Despite entertaining only one partner for much of the last two decades, her intuition is still as strong as ever, and it takes her very little time to figure out what just works for her sexual conquests, leaving a trial of drool-slick chins and shaky knees in her wake.

Flaws:

Too Hot To Handle: Cerise's libido was a thing of pride, when more than a few folks wanted to be on its receiving end. Years of marital dedication have seen but one partner and a large variety of toys to fill her needs; needs which are now more ardent than ever, with her sudden awakening towards more... alternative means of finding pleasure. It does not take much to get her good and horny, and in the face of her lusts, her decision making is perhaps a tad questionable.
Did I Do That?: Though she's lived a life as a model mother and wife, Cerise has always had some mischief in her. She has a bad habit of teasing even when she doesn't mean to, her inherent eroticism causing implication and innuendo to fill her words, the occasional hot glance, a glance down a deep neckline, or a titillating brush here and there. In the civilized world, it often leads to nothing more than flushed cheeks and, when she realizes it, a soft, sultry giggle. In the world beyond Viridian City, where creatures with less decorum roam, things might very quickly evolve beyond that.

Pokémon:


Name: Shade
Species: Gastly
Gender: Male
Nature: Naughty
Moves: Confuse Ray, Lick, Hypnosis, Dream Eater


Name: Fuse
Species: Elekid
Gender: Male
Nature: Brave
Moves: Quick Attack, Low Kick, Charge, Thundershock


Name: Smokey
Species: Teddiursa
Gender: Male
Nature: Bold
Moves: Baby-Doll Eyes, Fury Swipes, Lick, Sweet Scent

Turn Ons: Big cock, cock comparison, cock worship, cuckolding, domination, excessive cum, femboys, femdom, fucked silly, gang bang, humiliation, large insertions, marathon sex, MILFs, musk, rape, reverse-harem, sexual competition, sexual favors, sex as payment, sexual rewards, teasing
Turn Offs: Guro, death, torture, heavy BDSM, eggs, bathroom stuff

Mommy has needs. Though you're not sure how your kids would feel if they knew mommy's needs were being met with the help of Pokémon they had sent back to her care during their various adventures and exploits. Fuse had apparently come about as a result of leaving Elektabuzz's being used in of Elijah's experiments in the application of energy generated by Electric Pokémon. Since then he had proven in some experiments of your own that he was just as good at stimulating your erogenous zones as he was charging appliances. The thurming tingles of his teasing shocks sent to your nipples and clit were better than any vibrator. Smokey's boldness came as quite a surprise. The cute little Teddiursa that James had sent back didn't seem the sort at first, often sleeping in your son's bed for comfort at night if he didn't crawl into your own to cuddle. Though in time it became apparent you weren't imagining him giving you slightly more hungry looks when he thought you weren't looking. It seems your juices were just as sweet to Smoky as any honey and James' childhood bed soon became Smokey's preferred spot to get his fill or let you ride his surprisingly thick cock while he nursed on your tits.

Both Pokémon certainly grew a bit more brazen with you over time, seeing you as much as a mate as a caregiver now, though you never lost your authority over them. The same couldn't always be said for Shade. You had found yourself paralyzed by his tongue to be enjoyed at his leisure or hypnotised helplessly at his mercy on more than a few occasions. Disciplining him seems to be taking a bit of work, though he certainly seems very happy with your company. Still, if you want to make any progress on actually getting ready for your big adventure, he's going to need to spend some time in his ball.

You had spent enough time around trainers in your youth to know the basics of what you'll need for your journey. You had bought yourself a fancy new backpack just for the trek. It might be a bit bigger than what you're used to lugging around, but far too useful to leave behind as it'll help you bring about your camping supplies, TM Case and any potions or special items you'll want to bring on your way. Along with ten Pokéballs to get you started with a handy map of the routs of the region, you felt ready to go. There was just one important stop to make first, and it doubled as a chance to catch up with your eldest son.

As close as Pallet Town is to Veridian City, correspondence with Elijah is quite regular, though his work with the Professor tends not to leave him much time to come and visit personally. Still, from messaging with him, you know the Professor has apparently cooked up a new version of the Pokédex that they're looking for aspiring trainers and travellers to test out. From what James said about the previous version he went out into the world with, it sounds like a handy must have tool for anyone looking to really get stuck into their Pokémon journey. You would have to collect one in person from the Professor's lab though, but a chance to surprise Elijah with a visit would be nice too.

Though before you finish packing the last of your belongings, you hear the doorbell go. Waiting at the front door once you open it is a young, athletic man with dirty blonde hair and a strikingly handsome smile. His eyes widen for a moment when they see you open, shimmering with a bit of excitement that catches in his widening grin before he starts speaking. "Oh, hello Mrs. Adams! I don't suppose Olivia is around?"

It takes a few moments after hearing his voice before finally recognise him. Jayce Quinn. The neighbour's son... although he hasn't lived around these parts for years. Jayce went off on his own Pokémon adventure around the time your kids first started to leave the nest too, though his took him to Sinnoh. He and your kids used to be friends... most of the time. Though you do recall Jayce had a particularly strong competitive streak that sometimes rubbed your kids the wrong way. It seems strange to compare the energetic kid in your memory to the tall, strapping young man standing before you now. He's travels seemed to have rugged handsomeness. When matched with all of the professional quality trainer gear he seemed to have on him, he certainly looked very bit the part of the dashing trainer that used to sweep you off your feet back in Kalos.

His eyes flit down... you're fairly certain to try and discretely see if he can peek down your top... though he catches sight of your bag, almost fully packed by your feet, and his brow raises. "Oh, were you about to be going somewhere? If Olivia's not around then maybe we can walk and talk? I don't want to take up too much of your time if you're busy, but its been a while and I wouldn't mind catching up."

---

Jayce

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It had been a long while since a melody found its way upon Cerise's lips. Or, at least, the sort of melody one didn't make while laid out on their back with a fuzzy little stud pumping between their thighs. But today, more than even those days, was one worth singing about. It was finally the day she would set off from this home that had hung on her shoulders like a weight for so many years, and enter the wider world once more. The last few weeks had seen her prepare for every eventuality, setting the utilities to shut down, gathering up supplies, ensuring everything was as secure as it was ever going to be. The excitement made itself known as she hurried through the last few steps, packing the last few things away, and checking her itinerary for the coming days. It would be nice to see Elijah again. For as much as his father had hurt her with his thinly veiled betrayal, for as much as that pain seemed to sink its way here, into the family home, she could not help but miss the light that her children brought to it. The dimming of that brightness certainly had contributed to the last year or two of doldrums she had experienced, and it only seemed fitting that the first step in reigniting her passion for life started by rekindling the light that had helped her hold things together for so long. She could only hope that her would be as pleased to see her as she was to see him once again.

Before she could get too ahead of herself, however, the door rang, and she was not so lost in her busy little buzzing to forget her sense of hospitality. It took her only a few moments to glide to the door, and when she opened it, she could not help but be the slightest bit surprised. The young man before her took a moment to place, a few long moments, truthfully, but it came back to her quickly enough. It felt like only yesterday that little Jayce was scurrying around their childhood home, smarting at Elijah for winning some childish game or another, or puffing out his chest in pride when he managed to wrench a win in front of her little Olivia. He had vanished, much like her own little brood, around the time he could handle his own Pokémon. Now, it seemed the prodigal son had returned, just as she herself intended to leave in his example.

And what changes had the journey wrought upon him...

There might have been a time in her life where Cerise would have restrained herself. Strapping young man or no, Jayce was the same age as her children. She had known him since he was only hip-high, though now he seemed more than able to loom over her, a tall, rugged, lean example of masculinity that brought her back to days long gone. There was a certain sense of worldliness to him now, a certain... manliness that came from heading out into the world with only your closest companions and the clothes on your back, and wrestling win after win from the hands of others until you returned home a great victor. The more she looked upon him, the more she realized that the time where she might have fought against the urge to admire and tempt was long gone. He had come here seeking Olivia, her precious little flower, but perhaps he would settle for the template from which all her ample loveliness was derived. His eyes certainly seemed to indicate he was open to it.

"Oh, goodness, Jayce! I hardly recognized you! I hadn't even known you'd come back home. It's been far, far too long."

She made a show of tidy herself up, leaning to smooth the wrinkles in her skirt and tug down on her blouse to straighten it, which of course only served to deepen the valley of her cleavage that he so sought to gaze down, her heavy breasts kept high and prominent by the elegant lacy of the supportive underwear she had purchased for her odyssey; a Pokémon journey was not the affair to develop back pains during, after all.

"I was just about to embark on something of a trip, yes, but I can certainly make time for an afternoon stroll. So much has changed since you left home, including Olivia's whereabouts; she hasn't lived with us for quite some years now," The smile she offered as she straightened up was sympathetic, as if the loss of her daughter's company was quite the blow to the young man, doubtlessly hoping to reconnect with the pretty neighbor girl of his youth, but the eyes accompanying that smile almost smoldered, inviting him to consider the possibility that perhaps there were greater opportunities to be had in that very household, if he played his cards right, "Please, lead the way, and I'll answer anything you might wish to know."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Just recently got back." he says, his grin widening to flash his teeth at you. His eyes narrow a little as you tidy yourself up, taking in the way the fabric of your clothes hugs against your motherly curves and how deep the valley of your cleavage goes, which gives his grin a more predatory aspect. If he didn't feel he had to keep up at least some pretence of not checking you out, he could very well lick his lips with how much your body seems to be wetting his appetite. "I have an array of new gym badges to show off from Sinnoh, including some Pokémon I thought Olivia might want to see. The way I remember it, I still owe her a rematch."

Ah yes, if you recall correctly, Olivia saw fit to end Jayce's boastfulness and competitive attitude with a match shortly before he left - possibly in retaliation to him bragging too much about besting Elijah or James in whatever contest he had coaxed either one into this time. Even though she won, it seems all she succeeded in doing was stoking those competitive flames further to drive him to be an even tougher challenge the next time.

"Not here anymore?" he seems a little disappointed, though you imagine whatever disappointment he feels is mellowed out by the new prospects that stand before him. "I see. Well, I guess she'll have to miss out on celebrating my triumphant return then." he smirks, swishing his hair to the side briefly with the swift flick of one of his hands before gesturing to your bag. "Would you like me to take your bag while we walk?"

Before you can answer, he leans down to reach your bag and pull it up, the motion bringing his face within less than an inch of yours before he dips lower still, his breath falling on the exposed skin of your cleavage before he stands up straight, clearly eager to show off his strength in hefting your bag up. Though he does pause for bit when he feels just how heavy it is. "Wow... you've certainly packed this quite full, haven't you? Are you going on holiday somewhere? Well, I'm definitely glad I managed to catch you before you left then." He laughs, though the confusion he feels leaks into his tone as he's clearly puzzled by the weight of your bag.

He steps back, giving you room to leave your home as he starts to lead the way walking down the idyllic streets of Viridian city. "How have you been doing, Mrs Adams? You certainly look well. Just as young and beautiful as I remember. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're somehow even younger and more beautiful."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Goodness. It seemed, since her time in Kalos, the youth had grown quite a bit bolder... or so she would have thought, were she a less introspective woman. Truth be told, she was no better than Jayce when she was his age. The fact she had managed to end up here in far-flung Kanto was a direct result of her boldness, having seen in her husband something worthy of desiring, and seized upon that urge to have it. That things had soured some years down the line did not make that any less true. Given the difference in their ages, she doubted the Quinn's boy would be eying her with the same sort of dedication as she and Henry had when they were still young bloods, but, well, that didn't mean they couldn't share a little bit of the same fun. If he played his cards right. She didn't spread her legs for just anybody, not even at her peak.

"Oh? Are you still sore over that? Careful, now. Women can find that sort of lingering resentment unappealing; and I'm sure you'd like to make a very good impression with your re-introduction, wouldn't you?" She couldn't help but tease him, given the bravado on display, especially when it had been her own little girl who had managed to bruise his ego so many years ago, "Olivia has certainly matured a great deal since you were children. I hope you can say the same, after all you've been through."

It was easy enough to let him heft up her traveling bag. Truthfully, she was quite used to that sort of treatment, though the absent of her husband and then eventually her sons had made such acts of chivalry increasingly rare. She rewarded him as best she could, given their circumstances, drifting close enough to his side that he could feel just a hint of her warmth, and smell the sweet headiness of her perfume on the breeze as they walked from her front door out into the familiar streets of home.

"A holiday? I suppose you could say that. I've decided to undertake a journey of my own, this year: as of today, I will be leaving Viridian City to travel Kanto with my Pokémon, undertaking the gym challenge as I do. My husband, sons, and daughter all answered such a call, and now that they've outgrown me, why not try my own hand at it?"

Including her husband in the list of people who had 'outgrown' her wasn't exactly her most subtle way of signaling opportunity, but she was still just a tad rusty at this business. Sure, she flirted with the occasional delivery man, or Pokémart clerk, but it had been quite a while since she had beckoned another to make anything bolder than a bashful compliment towards her. Her Pokémon not withstanding, of course. Usually all it took to get them raring and ready to go was to drop her panties and open her legs like a book. That got the hint across quite well.

Of course, Jayce wasn't exactly subtle either. She offered a polite giggle at his compliment, bringing a hand up to shield her mouth as she did. Beneath thick lashes, her eyes twinkled with mirth, though she could not help but carry on teasing him.

"You're laying it on quite thick, aren't you, Jayce? You really should quit while you're ahead and leave it at you look as beautiful as I remember. Most middle-aged women would take that and run with it, no matter how implausible. Getting younger and more beautiful is the purview of cosmetics salesmen," She paused as they stood at a crossroads, a convenient excuse to turn and face him more directly, letting the chocolate hues of her eyes drift over him in turn, "I do enjoy the sentiment, though. You certainly look different than I remember. It seemed only yesterday you were a little boy, playing in the pond with Elijah and James. And now... here you are, not a little boy any longer, but a man. It's a lot to take in."

Her lips quirked up into the slightest bit of a smile, and she met his eyes with equal parts interest and mischief.

"It's quite the welcome change."

[Lazy Kitsune]

He takes your teasing in stride, and even uses it as a way to set up more lines of his own. "Really now?" he asks with a cocky grin. "The women in Sinnoh seemed to quite like it when I showed them what I was capable of." Though with the current woman in question being your daughter, he seems to hold himself back from being too cocky about how he spoke about her. With an affected nonchalant shrug, he lets out a sigh before continuing. "Besides, I wouldn't be doing Olivia justice if I didn't face her with my very best. I'm sure we've both grown quite a lot since I last saw her. I guess I'm just excited to catch up and hear about what kind of adventures she's had. So where abouts is she these days?"

Oh, you're sure he's interested in seeing how Olivia has 'grown' indeed. And with how he's looking at you, you suspect he's hoping she takes after her mother. Though whatever flights of fancy run through his head about however he might be planning to woo your daughter, he's certainly not shy with his interest in you at all. Especially once you let slip your husband's less then present nature. His eyes widen a little at the comment, though soon makes way for that same mischievous glint that was in them before - though perhaps a little brighter now with greater confidence that this talk may go beyond some fun teasing and flirting.

Your following words clearly help to embolden him further, his smile growing with greater confidence as you face him. He makes sure to stand close, making the most of the height advantage he now has over you, leaning in just enough to keep this conversation intimate, even while the two of you walked out in the open. "Maybe the reason you're more beautiful than I remember is because back then I looked at you as a boy. Sure, even then maybe I had a bit of a crush on you... Can you blame me though? You were always the 'fun mom', and that accent of yours... well, lets just say I'm looking forward to running the Kalos circuit one of these days. But now... now I see you the way a man should see you. If anything, 'more beautiful' doesn't even do you justice in that context."

As he spoke, his face seemed to draw even closer still. During his final few words, you felt certain he was about to lean in to kiss you, his lips close enough that a gust of wind might have been enough to nudge to two of you over that slight threshold. Though with a knowing and almost wicked smile he pulls back at the last moment, though the hunger in his eyes as he looks you over seems to have grown all the more ravenous.

"I think you deserve something for yourself, Cerise. May I call you Cerise? You deserve to happy. Though I'm surprised you're undertaking the gym challenge. Now that I'm back, I'll be looking to tackle the Kanto gyms myself. So I suppose that makes us rivals. I certainly hope we run into each other often enough on our journeys. Though you are dressed... well... very nicely, indeed, but do you think you'll be comfortable travelling long distances on the road like that? If you want, I can help pick you out a few outfits for the journey. I know what kind of things a successful trainer needs. Consider it repayment for all the times you bought me a treat when I spent the day out with your family."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Such confidence in himself. Perhaps the girls in Sinnoh had been as welcoming to him as she had been to those many men of Kalos she had known, before sliding a pretty diamond ring on her finger and setting off for Kanto. Or, perhaps Jayce was full of just as much hot-wind has he had been as a little boy. She supposed there was only one way to find out for certain. And, given the way their conversation seemed to go, she imagined it was more a question of when and not if she would be made aware of just how much he could back up his bluster.

"Hmmm. I suppose I could share, but what is the fun in that? You'd probably just make a b-line for her the moment I told you. Much better than you earn that information, hm? Besides, what sort of mother would I be if I gave out my daughter's whereabouts to every tomcat that came looking for her?"

Truth be told, Cerise was not entirely sure whether Olivia would find the return of a childhood playmate welcome or not. Certainly, Jayce was a good looking young man, and perhaps a good one, beneath his bravado and vanity, but there were plenty of good looking men in Kanto's various metropolises. With her position at the Celadon City Gym, Olivia had certainly blossomed into an even lovelier young woman than she had been back in Viridian. Tossing another suitor onto the pile would only complicate things. Especially one who had so blatantly expressed interest in sampling everything her own mother had to offer, before moving on to her.

Better to do a little sampling of her own first. Maybe he'd prove himself worth of her little girl. At the very least, he'd be a pleasant distraction.

"You flatter with such ease. A habit you picked up in Sinnoh as well?" When Jayce sized himself up against her, Cerise thought to play the part of the coquettish housewife, embarrassed by the attention of such a vigorous young man, but that didn't seem to fit their dynamic at all. There was once a time when she held authority over him, however long past though it was, and it seemed all the more delightful to meet his gaze with one of her own, a smoldering, inviting one, as if challenging him to take the first step in flipping their dynamic, and making some of his teenage dreams come true, "I suppose I should be thankful. I've always quite enjoyed flattery."

It was a little disappointing when he broke off, perhaps thinking that he might allow things between them to linger. It had only been moments since they became reacquainted. Truly, her Pokémon had done a number on her expectations of gratification. She offered him a gentle wave of the hand at his concern, as if to dismiss it, at least in part.

"Please, Cerise will do just fine. I fear what else you might call me otherwise, if you continue down this path," A little twinkle of mischief, her hand going down to the hem of her skirt, which she lifted just enough to show a tasteful amount of leg, dark stockings adding just a bit of mystique to her long, slender appendage, "You don't like it? I find I am most comfortable when looking my best, no matter the garment. Though, I suppose it would be terribly rude to refuse a gift. If you insist, then please, lead the way. I am eager to hear your opinions on how a woman might dress for the... rigors of a trainer's life."

[Lazy Kitsune]

He playfully scoffs at your comments about him pursuing your daughter, though the grin on his face shows off how he feels he's been caught. He takes it in stride, perhaps considering it more as a way to continue your teasing back and forth than anything else, given the nature of your conversation so far. "What kind of man do you take me for? Okay, I suppose its fair... I've grown a bit of an appetite over the years, and I may have particular taste for Adams' women it seems, but I'd never leave a woman's company until I was certain she was completely satisfied. Especially not a woman such as yourself."

When your conversation turns to your outfit, his eyes roam across it - and your body beneath it - with eager delight. "Oh, I most definitely do like it. And trust me, I'll be very sure to match your fashion standards when picking out clothes for you. But I figured you might like something that can keep up with the very active and sweaty lifestyle of a trainer. We could break it in afterwards as well. Put you through your paces so we're certain you're waring something that can take as much as you can."

He places his hand against the soft of your back and steers you towards Viridian City's mall, his arm sliding around your waste a bit more to hold you to his side as you walked. Holding an older woman to his side like this for anyone passing by in the streets of your suburban neighbourhood seems to give him the vigour of a champion in his strides, and whenever the streets are quiet enough that he feels he can get away with it, he risks shifting his hand to place it against your ass and give it a firm squeeze, all the while continuing to walk as if he had done nothing at all.

Fashion had never been as big of a deal in Kanto as it was back in Kalos, but Viridian City at least had its fair share of places to shop - especially when it came to trainer apparel; not at all surprising considering Viridian City housed both a Pokémon Gym and a Trainer School. There were a couple of items that seemed to be picked out primarily for their practical use. A cute trainer cap that would help to keep the sun out of your eyes on particularly sunny days and a pair of running shoes for the busy treks. The rest of the outfit seems similar to his own - an athletic ensemble made of material designed to survive harsh weather and regular hardy activity - in a range of colours of your choosing, however past that point it became obvious that the selections were more for his visual stimulation than in aid of your upcoming journey. Often times the tops he selected were quite tight - though that was hardly unusual for your bust size to struggle to squeeze into new clothes - and came with an exposed midriff. He seemed to deliberately select jackets with zips that you would struggle to close up all the way, leaving your cleavage exposed and even pushed up more plumply by any attempt to zip up. For your lower half, he gave you options alternating between very tight tracksuit pants that hugged the shape of your ass tightly, or a sporty skirt that was a decent bit shorter than the one you were wearing today.

He even through some underwear into the mix. Given the nature of the store, they were designed to provide support for physical activity first and foremost. But even then Jayce had an eye for finding the most sexy ones available like dark sports bras that came with partings to show off your cleavage. These were certainly thrown in just to have an excuse to coax you into trying them on and stepping out of the changing rooms so he can see you in just your underwear. At the end of it he offers to get you a couple of the outfits you tried on. "Looking good, Cerise. I don't suppose you ever thought about being a model before." Compliments like that have been flying your way from him throughout the trip, and with the hunger in his eyes you feel like he's ready to pounce upon you at a moments notice.

Perhaps sooner than you would think, as when it came time to change out of the last of the outfits you tried on to go to the check out, you find a pair of hands wrap around you inside the changing room as Jayce slides in with you and grinds his crotch against your back. "This one looked a little tighter than the others... don't suppose you need a hand or two getting out of it?"

His hands grab at your chest, making a feigned attempt to reach your zipper, but they mostly just flick the puller up and down with his fingers while his palms push against your chest and feel just how overly full the bounty of your bust is. "Seems a bit tricky. We might be at this for a while. And sadly it seems like the store attendants are all busy right now, so we're going to have to figure this out all on our own."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Cerise rolled her eyes in mock exasperation at Jayce's words. He certainly seemed confident enough in his abilities, both as a trainer and, apparently, as a lover. Perhaps he was as good as he claimed, both on the battlefield and between the bedsheets. Maybe she would come to appreciate both those things, in time. Still, some part of her couldn't help but wonder whether it would be better for his bravado to ring somewhat hollow. Not necessarily so she could tease him about his failings, no, although she could only imagine how fired up that sort of talk would get him, given his competitive nature. Rather, she quite liked having a blank slate to work with. A fresh canvas on which to paint the talents of lovemaking, until they were molded into the shape of a lover that hit her every desire. Until they were trained.

It had certainly paid dividends when it came to her Pokémon. She was eager to see just how it might repay her when it came to humans. Jayce could be a good first study.

But that would come in time. The boldness with which he carried on might well have caused a less confident woman to wilt. Cerise had no such concern. It had been nearly a year since Henry returned from Saffron City to see her, and it was unlikely any rumors would make their way to him. If they did, well, what did he have to fear from the neighbor's son? He was just a little boy, as far as he was concerned. So Cerise made no efforts to discourage the hand on the small of her back, nor the way his digits seemed to brush along her waist and tease at her bottom. She made no efforts to encourage him, of course, but a lack of resistance was an invitation all its own.

There would be more opportunities to invite his boldness later. The outfit selection process went as anticipated, given how hungrily he looked at her on the way in. She played her part well, entertaining his requests, even if the clothing he selected often fell outside his comfort zone. She had always been an elegant woman, wearing fine fabrics in tasteful cuts that just hinted at the eroticism at the bottom below it, teasing the mind as much as the eye as to what lay beneath tailor-made sweaters and blouses. Jayce's tastes were vulgar by comparison, the sorts of tight-fitting athletic wear popular among much younger, fitter women than she. Squeezed into such garb, she practically spilled out of it wherever possible, much to his delight, she was sure. Still, some of it fit well enough, and supported her figure well enough, that she considered them useful investments.

Though, truthfully, if all he wanted was to ogle her figure, she had no shortage of lingerie to model for him. Much of it was purchased with the intent to titillate her husband, such that their brief time together between projects at Silph Co could be both productive and satisfying. Framed like that, perhaps it was no surprise that Jayce wanted to purchase new undergarments for her. Men did like to stake their claim by breaking new ground rather than old, she knew.

"Listen to you, speaking like that to an aging woman like she's some sort of centerpiece," Cerise offered an airy laugh, "There was a time when I entertained the notion, of course. I believe I may still have some amateurish pictures from before I was married; a photographer for one of the bigger Kalosian fashion brands insisted on sending them to his superiors."

Were things a little less heated between them, she might well have sent him off with one of them as a token to remember her by; risque shots of a slimmer, but no less endowed woman who had bedeviled him during his youth with her beauty. She might have found the thought of him using it to find satisfaction, deep out in the wilderness with nothing around to stimulate him otherwise than what thoughts he harbored of her. Photos were a poor substitute for experience, however, and as they prepared to leave, it seemed he had every intention of seizing more than just a few peaks at her figure, young or old.

It was a good thing her back was to the front of the changing room when Jayce slipped in behind her. It made the knowing grin on her face all the easier to hide. She couldn't just twirl around in his arms and grab at the thing both of them so clearly wanted her to play with. No, that wouldn't do at all. There was a method to this sort of thing. She needed to play her part before they could cut to the business of the matter.

"Jayce," She feigned breathiness as his hands began to run up along her chest, pressing herself back into him as if she had no choice due to the size of the room, "You shouldn't be doing this sort of thing... Flirting is all well and good, but what about Olivia? What would she think if she knew you were so... forward... with her mother, of all people? What would the boys think?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

Jayce's fingers finally find the pull for your zip and start to slowly tug it down. The heft of your bosom does the rest of the work for him, pushing the jacket out to let your girls pop free from this outer layer. With that done he pulls back from you just for a moment to give enough room to let him slide the jacket off down your arms and let it fall onto the floor once enough of it was past your shoulders. His hands are quick to return to your chest, along with the bulge that grinds against your rear, as he presses against the under shirt to feel up your chest with fewer restrictions. His breath falls against your neck as he takes in your scent deeply, running his nose up against your jaw and hair before his lips find your ear so he can whisper his response to you.

"Always the dutiful mother." he murmurs huskily. "So concerned with what your children will think. What about your own needs? Don't you deserve to take care of yourself for once? I think we both know just what you need right now... what your longing for. A man's touch... A man to satisfy you... take you." His hands leave your tits to trace your curves down to your hips. Their, they grip you more firmly only for him to punctuate the end of his sentence with a firm thrust against your rear. "I think you'll find me more than equipped to do just that, Cerise."

His lips press against your neck, his tongue making the most of the sensitivity of the skin here before he sucks in a little to leave a playful bite. One of his hands circle around to the front and shifts between your legs, running his fingers right up against your lower lips through your clothes. He continues to grind his bulge against your back while the other hand moves back up again, returning to your chest but this time sliding up the under top to finally lay his palm on the prize he seeks directly, pressing his skin to your bare tit and giving one of your huge breasts a squeeze. His thumb and forefinger find your nipple and tug until it jiggles out from your under top altogether, the fabric of which has no rolled upward to your collarbone.

"I think fantasies about you have defined enough of my formative years and sexual tastes that I'd be doing us both a very poor disservice if I don't work on bringing some of those fantasies to life right here, right now, don't you agree?" he says once again, kissing along your jawline now. "I can feel you getting wetter. Where these a set you wanted to keep? We might have to leave the store quickly if we're returning something with a wet patch on it, but I'm sure they won't notice until we're gone."

He rubs between your legs a few more times at these words before pulling this hand away. It rises up to cup your chin and he tilts your head to side and up so he can look down and catch your eyes with his own. His thumb brushes your cheeks as he grins at you with completely unbidden lecherous desire and a smug hint of ownership before pulling your face towards his as he presses his lips to your own.

This definitely isn't his first kiss, though you would be surprised if a lad as handsome as Jayce would have trouble getting to first base on his journeys. He's nowhere near as experienced as you or some of your past lovers, but he knows what he's doing and has a particularly potent passion behind it, especially once his tongue slips into your mouth and starts to tangle with your own. A deep, hungry moan passes from his lips to yours and with the kiss secured, his hand leaves your chin to slide back down to where it was before - though this time it slips under the fabric covering your lower regions so that he may get a feel of how wet you are directly against his fingers.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The good fortune of their positioning once more visited itself upon Cerise, for it hid the quirk of a brow that followed his justification of their acts. This was all for her benefit, was it now? As if he wasn't nearly ripping the seams of his shorts at the opportunity to finally lay hands on a body he must have been lusting over for years. It couldn't be helped, though. Jayce had no way of knowing that she had filled the void left by her husband's withdraw from the marital bed with more than a few lovers. Not quite men, per say, but males all the same, and quite impressive in their own rights. And why shatter that illusion, at this point? It clearly excited him, being that outlet for her, coming home to claim the woman he had so clearly fantasized being with on countless lonely nights. It would be a lie to say she wasn't at all excited by the prospect either, being so very desired for so very long.

So she made little effort to fight back against his incursions. Hands ran across the curves of her body, made all the softer by years gone by and the pampered life she led. His fingers peeled her from clothing he had chosen for her only minutes beforehand, making the bounty of her figure all the easier for him to enjoy. She gasped softly, at first, a delicate, conflicted noise, at first. Her breath hitched as he worked his way between her legs, up her top, mouth and tongue across the soft skin of her neck, breathing in her scent hungrily, tasting and feeling her all the while. She hardly had time to graduate from soft, breathy noises before he tilted her head back to claim her lips as his own, plundering her mouth with all the greed of a man long denied his treasure. When his fingers finally found that treasure, she let out a long, luxurious moan into the kiss, letting her plump lips work against his own with a growing acceptance, a growing passion, until the long, deft appendage that had brought so much pleasure to so many in her youth wrestled back against his own, and her hand came to rest atop the one which so hungrily brushed between her legs.

"Greedy boy," She murmured hotly, breaking the kiss for only a few quick, breathy moments, her tone thick with lust and amusement in equal measure, "You want me that badly, do you? Want to make me another conquest to add to your collection?"

She whispered her questions against his jaw, where she nibbled and kissed while her free hand went down to pinch the zipper that kept her shorts secured. Some deftness of the wrist saw it lower with a long, familiar noise, and as she pressed the tight-fitting garment down with the same hand, the one helping his down into the accompanying boy shorts grew in its insistence.

"Mm... then earn it. Show me what you've wanted to do to this body. Impress me. And then, maybe... just maybe... you'll leave this store having emptied more than just your wallet."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Jayce's cocky smirk flashes your way between kisses that break up his speech. "Oh, I've been waiting to conquer you far longer than I was interested in any of those women in Sinnoh. Lets consider them practice... You're the one I've been waiting to impress." He returns to kissing you, his lips pulling yours with his when he pulls away so he can nip hungrily at them before pressing his face down more firmly and thrusting his tongue into your mouth. Guided further by your own hands, his slips deeper into your shorts, his fingers lathering themselves up with the slickness of your juices as he slides them against your hot folds. You feel the throbbing beneath the fabric of his clothes grinding against your back. His cock pulses with excitement at the sensation of your pussy against his hand - the first whispers of a prize yet to be claimed.

He savours the sensation for a moment, then shifts. The hand not currently disappearing within your shorts grabbing onto your shoulder for a moment as he pulls you upright against his broad chest. His head leans over yours, resting his chin against the top of your head as he peers down at your tits, voluptuous enough to completely conceal his other hand's movements from this angle. "You're body is incredible, Cerise." he whispers huskily into your ear, the growling undertones in his voice growing more and more prominent by the second. His hand moves from your shoulder to return to playing with your tits, tugging at your stiffened nipple and pulling before releasing to watch the give and bounce of your breast. "I don't know what Mr. Adams must be thinking, leaving you all unattended like this. If he were a sensible man, he'd have pumped you full of twice as many kids by now. Ah well... all the better for me I suppose that he's left you to be claimed by a younger, fitter man."

The hand within your shorts now brings its stickily glistening digits a little higher. He feels around, tracing the trail of your outer lips until he finds your clitoral hood. A little coaxing and you soon feel the tips of his fingers rubbing against your love button, grinding in stimulation that sends jolts up your spine. Jayce's hips begin to roll, grinding his crotch against your behind. He starts to buck and thrust, causing your own crotch to grind against his hand as your body is shifted forward by his thrusts. He growls in approval at the sight of your tits starting to bounce and shake from the motion, before ones movement is halted by his hand seizing it again. One hand was nowhere near enough to envelope one of your breasts completely, but certainly enough to begin playing with it and exploring to his content. He puts particular attention to your nipple, flicking the bud with his thumb whenever he tugs or squeezes.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It was almost embarrassing, the amount of satisfaction she felt hearing Jayce's words. But how could she not enjoy them? Learning of her husband's infidelity had certainly hurt her self-esteem; it was hard for someone of her beauty, her eroticism, to imagine the man she chose to dedicate herself to enjoying other women's company when he had the finest of choices in his very own bedroom. At least she could take a profane level of satisfaction in knowing that others had noticed the prize he had turned his back on in the meanwhile. Even if those others were the neighbor boy, rubbing it out at the thought of having her in every way her husband had abandoned.

She let him know how much she liked that. When his fingers found her sex, she a soft, breathy moan left her plump lips, pressing herself back into him even as he pulled her in close, letting her body mold against his so he could access her every nook and cranny with ease. Her soft sounds of satisfaction grew all the more throaty when he eventually found her clit with fingers wet by her very own juices, and she tilted herself to press her lips against the side of his jaw, mewling every time he circled her button just right.

"Mmmphh... I hope it lives up to your expectations, Jayce... This body you've wanted to play with for so long..." Though she whispered his name, she made sure the quieted sound was rich and sultry all the same, ghost-light kisses trailing along his skin between words, "Keep playing with it like this, and maybe I'll do a little toying around of my own..."

To emphasize her intentions, she reached behind her, running her hand down between where his hips met her plump behind. She could feel the length of his cock, hard and throbbing, through the thin material of her shorts, but it felt all the more imposing when she interposed her hand and got a good grip on it through the fabric of his pants. He had probably stroked this big, meaty cock of his hundreds of times to fantasies of her over the years. It only felt right that she had a go at it too, milking a nice, big load out of him as repayment for his boldness. Maybe she'd let him finish all over her face, as she imagined he'd want to, marking his territory as men liked to do. Or maybe her tits, which he seemed so enamored by, playing with them even through this top he had picked up for the express purpose of displaying them prominently.

Deft fingers circled the head of his swollen sex for a few moments, stroking his glans through his boxers until she decided to replace her would-be grip with the softness of her ass once more. The hot, wet schlick that accompanied every flick of his wrists had grown all the more slick as she pondered what to do with this boy, as did the hot little moans she offered him with every passing moment. She could feel the pleasure working its way up her spine, a knot building in her tummy as he played with her wonderfully sensitive body. It wouldn't take her too long to cum—she had always been weak for a man who knew how to use his hands—but that didn't mean she'd make it too easy for him. Not until she was sure he was about ready to shred his seams.

With the same hand she had used to stroke him, she reached for the hem of her top. It took a few good, hard tugs to get it up enough for the bottom of her bust to start spilling out, but once it started, it had enough weight behind it to make the rest easier. Bouncing her chest several more times, the elastic band finally let them spill out into the open air, sweaty and succulent under the light of the changing room, shapely despite their weight even after all this time. She shot a smoky gaze at Jayce, not directly up, but through the mirror they faced, beckoning him to watch as he brought her to her peak, her tits jiggling with the force of the hand snaking down into her panties.

"Look at it... I want you to look at what you do to me. Look at what you do to this body you love so much," She was practically purring the words, hefting up the tit he couldn't play with thanks to his dedicated stroking of her clit, letting it bounce and jiggle in her palm as her fingers sunk into its softness, "I want you to watch as you make the woman of your dreams cum, right here in this changing room, so you never forget what it looks like..."

[Lazy Kitsune]

You have no doubt your body is so far living up to his every expectation, if not exceeding them, if the bulge in his pants is anything to go by. He grunts his satisfaction into your ear as your hand finds and begins playing with the very member that used to be stroked to thoughts of you from just the next house over. You wonder if he ever snuck peeks out you sunbathing in your garden or perhaps even managed to catch glimpses of you changing in your bedroom. Given how mischievous he was then and continues to be now, you would be more surprised if he hadn't, so perhaps the real question is how many times had he spied on you to fuel his desires for your body. Desires he now finally got the chance to indulge in.

Although you had your own appetite as well, and Jayce certainly felt like he offered enough meat to fill you up. While Smokey and Fuse were both certainly impressive enough given their overall size, it had been a while since you felt the attention of someone your own size - or taller in this case. Jayce's bravado and cockiness doesn't seem born out of a need to compensate, given how much you feel his shorts strain against your hand. Thick and long, definitely the sort of package that could help him become quite the stud on his journeys. How well he could use it still needed to be tested, but he was clearly gifted.

You had gifts of your own to show off of course. A pair that he's shown himself to be completely enamoured with already. He may have the makings of a fine stallion with enough experience, but you have a womanly body that few could hope to rival - and your curves and assets have only been enhanced further by your motherhood. While he nestles his twitching cock back against the comfort of your behind, you enjoy teasing him with a further reveal of your breasts in all their glory. The shaking and bouncing of them in the mirror clearly has him captivated for some time, though he is eventually drawn in by the pull or your brown eyes in the mirror before you both. How could he not be with your look you're giving him?

The almost cute look of awe he has for your body returns to his cocky grin as he makes a show of running his tongue up your neck while keeping eye contact with you. "I wouldn't dream of looking away." he says as he whispers into your ear at the end of his lick. His fingers grow bolder. Pushing against your folds and starting to tease into your cunt while his thumb focuses on your clit. "And neither should you... Watch yourself cum... watch yourself give in to me... the neighbour boy whose now claiming you for himself. See how much you enjoy my touch! How much your body wants to be mine!"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It took some effort to hold back the throaty chuckle that threatened to leave Cerise's lips. Not least of which because it harmonized with the string of sweet, melodious moans that every wet stroke between her thighs played from her body. It seemed the impression she had left on this young man was quite a powerful one indeed. He seemed as though he would be unsatisfied with anything less than totally claiming her for himself, leaving her little more than a plaything for his lusts, fit only to satisfy his every urge and desire. There might have been a time such a thing was appealing to her, if only temporarily. Being little more than a handsome young man's sexual muse, spurring him to higher and higher heights of passion with every look, sound and touch she lavished him with. She had given herself over to one such man before, and it had led her here, finding satisfaction not beneath his taut body, but at the hands of a lustful rogue who wanted nothing more than to supplant him. She couldn't simply give herself over from one conqueror to another. Not with all the resolve she had gathered to undertake this journey.

But he didn't need to know that, now did he?

So she did little to dispel the notion. She bucked against his fingers, grinding her soaked pussy into his digits with quick, practiced rolling at the hips. The motion rocked her all the harder against his steel-hard shaft, his cock enveloped in the bounty of her wide, peach-shaped rear. It threatened to swallow up the long, hard bulge that separated them, rhythmically pumping his cock between pillowy soft cheeks as if there weren't several layers of fabric between them. She couldn't help but be simultaneously thankful and irate with the women who had come before her, helping to work that cock of his to its current state. On one hand, his stamina seemed relatively good, indicative that he could at least keep up with her for the first few rounds without too much trouble. On the other hand, it would've been so fun teasing him for busting that long-awaited nut of his right in his shorts. She had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't be the first load blown in her honor that stained his clothes, over the years.

She'd still do her best to make the restraint necessary a challenge. Molding herself to him, she grew all the bolder with her moans and sighs as he worked her closer and closer to the edge. Her volume, her intonation, all grew and grew, until she was sure that any enterprising audience members just outside the curtain would have an inkling of what was going on, were they so bold to investigate. She leaned her head back, pressing herself to him so she could rest it against his shoulder, letting her hot breath tickle his earlobe, her tits jiggling with which motion for his viewing pleasure, her hips rocking and rolling enough to all but stroke him off with every back thrust. As he tone grew all the more sultry, all the more needy, she began to speak to him.

"Haa~ Oh, Jayce... You're so vigorous... so passionate... You love it that much, do-ooh... don't you?" She could feel that knot in her tummy getting tighter, the tension in her body reaching toward a plateau as she gasped, color starting to fill her cheeks all the more prominent, "Take it... Take it like it's yours. Oh, Arceus... It's yours... It's yoooohhhrs... Oh, fuck. Jayce... Jayce...! Oh, Arceus, Jayce! Jayce!"

His name came to her quicker and quicker as she the pace, just fast enough, just right enough, to bring her higher and higher and higher until suddenly, with a shudder, she threw her weight fully against him, grabbing the wrist just below her belt line with one hand and pressing his free hand to her breast with the other just for the stability it provided. As her thighs clenched and her nerves fired off like lightning, she cried his name as quietly as she could manage, again and again, even as she threw her head back in ecstasy as the familiar pleasure of a well-earned orgasm washed over her, leaving her face and chest flushed a glowing pink, her panties getting just as drenched as Jayce's fingers.

[Lazy Kitsune]

If the intensity of his heavy breaths falling on your ear were anything to go by it certainly seems possible to work him up to a premature orgasm just from the feeling of your shorts clad ass cheeks enveloping his cock within the plumpness of your heart shaped rear and working his rod up and down with the movement of your hips. You wonder if you may even be able to milk enough out of him that his load spills out from his shorts. By now his balls must be churning with a need to fill you up, and he wasn't shy in letting that known with how deeply he drove his cock against your backdoor with his grinding. At times you even felt your backdoor parting from the sensation of his tip pressing against it even through multiple layers of clothing. You were all but pantomiming the action of taking his cock up your ass at times, though the main event continued to by his hand working away at your clit and needy cunt. An event that meant - while with enough time you felt you could coax an orgasm out of Jayce just from doing this - for now you were the one on the brink and he was just a few curls of his fingers away from tipping you over.

As you moan your praise out to him, he kisses with wildness against your neck and collarbone that almost feels like he's trying to devour you. His hand grips firmly one of your tits while his eyes never seem to leave their bouncing motions, flicking between the front on view he can get of your chest from the mirror and looking down at the valley of your breasts from above. As your voice pitches higher and higher, he pulls his lips from your neck and nips at your ear before speaking again. "That's it, Cerise!" he growled, his fingers pinching tighter on your tit with one hand while the other curls its digits deeper into your cunt. "Cum for me! Show me everything!"

And you do. And he marvels in it. Grabbing tightly onto you, holding you to him as your body twitches and explodes with pleasure. Sympathetic groans and growls of pleasure meet your own as he enjoys the sight of your curvy from shaking from an orgasm his fingers brought about, and the look on your face as you let the pleasure carry you away. Such a display leaves his appetite wetted even more, as once he was done enjoying hearing the sound of you wantonly gasping and moaning his name, he seizes your plump lips with his own, letting his tongue run into your mouth in a deep kiss, vibrated by a guttural hum of need. He holds this kiss for some time, feeling from your breathing and your bodies movements within his tight embrace the process of you coming back down from your orgasm. Once he felt you had recovered enough to be coherent, he pulled his lips back from yours with a grin. His hand between your legs follows next, sliding up showing the strands of your juices that coated and connected each finger that had been inside of you. He takes one to his lips and licks at it. "Hmm... delicious..." he growls, before pressing another finger to your own lips. "Why don't you have a taste? Really savour what it is you've let the neighbour boy do to you."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

When the rush slowly came down, and she found herself in control of herself once more, Cerise let out a low, luxurious chuckle, the tone of it equal parts exasperation and delight. She had put on such a show for him and he was still not satisfied at just holding her in his arms while she buckled and shuddered for him. What a greedy, greedy boy he was. Perhaps she had done well in keeping Olivia's location from him—there was almost no chance he'd be content to simply fuck her mother bowlegged, regardless of how much he had lusted after her. Not when he had the opportunity to spread both their legs, satisfying both his appetites and his ego with every thrust.

Almost no chance. While she had him, why not try to capture his interest? Wouldn't it be a sweet dream, taming such a young stud such that he couldn't imagine finding satisfaction with anyone else? Her glossy lips parted briefly, giving soft, suckling kisses along his digits to taste herself on him. But her eyes made it clear she wasn't content with simply savoring her own bouquet.

"Mmm... stimulating though you find it, isn't there a better use for my mouth right now?"

A rhetorical question, because in the next moment, she spun around in his arms, letting her bust brush against his chest as she seized the fabric of his shirt between slender fingers. Another little twirl saw her changing positions with him, such that his back was to the mirror and hers to the curtain separating them from the rest of the mall. She pressed back against him, less to force him backward—she certainly wasn't that strong—and more a suggestion for him to lean his back against the cool glass, such that she had room to work her magic.

And work it she did. She stood on her tiptoes, stealing a few more kisses from his lips before she started working her way downward, her lips suckling as she went down his throat, across his collarbone, and lower still. His shirt posed a problem of contact, but she still peppered his pecs through the thin fabric, moving lower and lower until she could grip the edge of his shirt and heft it up to his chest, exposing the hard lines of his stomach. She dropped into a squat at that point, letting her plump lips grace his abdomen with soft, teasing, feather-light kisses, all the perfect to set his nerves alight, goose pimples, and anticipation welling up wherever she passed.

It was a devilish thing to do, lingering there, only inches from his belt line, where the real prize throbbed in need, but she took her time. Not for him, necessarily, but for herself; she loved a fit man almost as much as she loved one who knew what to do with his fingers. Henry had been in much the same shape when they started seeing one another, and she remembered how much she loved it even now, how much stronger his hard, taut body felt atop her. How powerless she felt as he rutted her down into their shared bed, knowing she couldn't oppose him even if she wanted to, letting him work out all the pent-up aggression a hard day's work had caused to well up inside him. The thought got her hot even as she suckled at the sweat of another man's abs, her tongue flicking out to savor the salty taste of him.

It was only when she felt him throbbing against her chin that she remembered herself, and half-lidded eyes shot a mischievous glint up at Jayce as she moved just low enough to nip at his belt line. She made a show of struggling with it, wrapping her upper lip around his waistband even as her hands tugged at the hem of his shorts below. Much as she had with her bust, she let them bounce as she tugged once, twice, three times, causing his cock to strain against the garment each time until, miraculously, the fourth tug pulled them down and down until suddenly, with a meaty smack, his cock landed against her waiting face.

"Oh, my... You've given me so much to play with, Jayce," Her words were a purr, muffled by his length as she was, "I think I'll take my time with it... savor it. You'll be a good boy and let me, won't you? Just lean back and let me take care of you like you've taken care of me..."

She didn't suspect he'd need the encouragement to heed her, but no sooner than she stopped speaking did she let her long, dexterous tongue snake out from between pouty lips to drag up along the hot, throbbing vein along his underside, sliding it up and up with a languid sigh until she felt his head pulsing against it. A quirk swirl around his frenulum and she was sinking back down again, leaving a slick trail of saliva all the way down to his heavy balls, which she cradled in those very same lips he had so fervently claimed only minutes before. She mouthed them lovingly, letting him feel her tongue cup at their heft, one at a time, until the sound of her suckling was almost as lewd as the wet schlick that accompanied each long, skilled pump of her perfectly manicured fingers along the proud shaft above them.

She milked him nice and slow, even as she polished his family jewels, eager to work him up to an orgasm that would put every hurriedly busted nut he'd ever dedicated to her memory to shame.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Even before you suggest better uses for your mouth, Jayce's mind already seemed to be moving along a similar track. While you sucked upon one of his digits, he teased it deeper into your mouth before pulling back - a gentle imitation of things to come - while another digit trailed the shape of your full lips, feeling just how soft they are and no doubt imagining how wonderful they must feel wrapped somewhere more sensitive. Despite his cocksure attitude and the dynamic you've had so far he seems surprised, though unresistant, to how quickly you turn positions with him and prepare to move things forward. Perhaps on his journeys he had little experience of the appetites of older women. Which was good for you. Younger girls could have given him confidence by the dozen, but without an experienced hand to guide him there was only so much he'd have been able to figure out on his own initiative, which leaves you room to train him up some more. And perhaps that even improves your prospects in one day taming him. Oh he was certainly a wild stallion right now, proud of his ability to sleep around and only a sliver of decency better than treating the women in his life like the gym badges he collects. But spend enough time showing him how much better he'll have it with older women, particularly a woman with your kind of experience, then he'll lose all interest in the younger catches he's been chasing. Besides, he said it himself - how any sensible man would have dedicated themselves to you. So really, you would just be helping him become more sensible.

He certainly seems enthusiastic about your company right now, kissing you like a reunited lover rather than generationally distanced neighbours. His cocky grin returns as he gently leans back against the wall and lets you trail your way down, enjoying your kisses adorning his body wherever you feel drawn. Even through his shirt, the physique beneath is evident. Toned and hard from his time spent travelling. Certainly a body it didn't hurt to take your time to enjoy. Kissing against his exposed abdomen earned you a few happy grunts from Jayce's nose and a hand that falls against the bag of your head, feeling the softness of your hair and rubbing gentle encouragement.

All the while his cock was left straining against his shorts. So tightly were they pulled against his length that every twitch and throb seemed to be visible through the stretched fabric. And squatting down so close to it like this you could even smell the arousal from within. The thick mixture of a man's musk and whatever precum you've been able to coax from him through your teasing so far. Tasting it with your mouth around his waistband only made it even heavier in your head. It might have been enough to drive you completely wild if you really had been left all on your lonesome. But for as potent an aroma Jayce had as a human, Smokey's musk when aroused was even more intoxicating. Sometimes you had found yourself simply going about your regular household chores, only for a whiff to catch your nose from the next room over and the next thing you know your coming out of a daze with your mouth wrapped around a cock as thick as his paw while he sits on the edge of James' bed in order to meet your head height while you were on all fours - both his paws on your head as he enjoyed his moment of being the man of the house.

Though right now your attention was on Jayce, not your Pokémon. There was plenty of bulge to bounce as you worked to pull it free, getting your own enjoyment of his body just as he had with yours moments prior. Culminating in a hefty slap against your face, you get the full experience of his cock. Just as you had felt up before, he was very well sized. As hung as some of your best lays in the past. No doubt a fair few admiring fan or defeated rival had been awestruck by the exact same sight you were experiencing right now. Perhaps there was a little bit of envy to be had, recalling your first time experiencing such a beast first hand. Though how envious could you really be? Like Jayce said himself, compared to you those girls were just practice.

"You take your time Cerise. I know I want to take my time with plenty of your parts." he says, his thumb rubbing encouragingly against the back of your head. Your sure the younger women who had found themselves where you are now were at the mercy of that strong hand that now rested on your head, guiding and directing their motions up and down his cock for his satisfaction. Perhaps there would be a chance for you to experience something similar some time. But for now he was more than content to let you control the pace and show off what you could do.

He lets out long, deep and rumbling groans as you get to work, doing his best to keep his tone hushed to avoid drawing the attention of any store staff that might pass by outside. He's torn between gazing down at what must look like a dream come true with his cock on your face while you begin tending to it so dutifully with your tongue and lips - and tilting his head up as he lets his lids shut to enjoy the sensations you were providing him. His grip on your head tightens, but not to take control - simply in a reflexive response to your lips on his balls.

"Fuck! Cerise!" he gasps out. "You're even better at this than I imagined." His cock agrees with his mouth. While he may not be busting a full load thanks to your carefully paced motions, heavy dollops of precum are liberally milked already by your efforts, dripping onto your tongue or fingers or even onto your face. A few splotches of spunk dotting around your nose and cheeks in a way that was almost cute. Of course, if this was his pre, then a full load from him would be quite the messy ordeal. Or maybe you were just that good at working him up. Either way, it was all the more reason to see him finally pop and release his appreciation for you everywhere.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Mhmmm...~"

Cerise might have had some witty little retort for Jayce and his breathless praise, but she was a proper lady, and it was a very rude thing indeed to speak with one's mouth full. So, instead, she settled for low, luxurious moans, her lips and tongue vibrating along whatever portion of his sensitive manhood she was lavishing with attention at the time. As he lost himself in the sensation fat dollops of pre-cum came dribbling down to rest on her face, she made no efforts to keep herself tidy. Strands of his thick pre and her sticky saliva mixed lewdly as she slowly worked her way back up from his hefty balls to the head of his cock, dragging her tongue here and there, tilting her head at this angle and that to drag her skilled appendage over every single inch of his maleness.

Such a big, virile cock needed proper tending, she reasoned, and there was no telling how other women had treated this poor young man in the past. Perhaps they didn't share her diligence and attention to detail, just throating him until he hit his peak and flooded them with his essence, or else only sucked him long enough to get him good and hard and then laid on their backs and let him do the hard work of busting a nut right between their dainty legs. While she was quite taken with the thought herself—though it had been many years since her thick, shapely thighs could be called dainty—she could not abide by it. If he wanted to claim her so badly, she would need to provide him with ample reason to want that, to crave that. It wouldn't be enough to simply empty his balls and tease him with the notion of more the next time they coupled. She needed to make the touch of other women seem lesser than her own. To make the idea of making love with anybody but herself settling.

So she took her time. She worked him, slow and steady and skillfully, taking her time even in the cramped dressing room. Her soft, warm hands gripped whatever areas of his shaft her mouth wasn't pampering at the time, the wetness of every stroke only adding to the eroticism of the act. She looked up at him with the eyes of a temptress, keeping her gaze on his own to watch his every reaction, his every groan and shudder, keeping careful track of just what he felt. Whenever he got close, whenever it felt like he was about to reach his plateau and finally find relief, she backed off, just enough to leave that final push, that final rush to completion slipping through his fingers, leaving balls thrumming and cock twitching until the urge passed.

She edged him for a good, long while like that. She felt him swell all the harder and harder in her hands, his body desperate to finally let all that tension she was masterfully building in him until it felt like his length would burst right then and there in her hands. It felt almost cruel, leading him on like this. If she were a truly merciless woman, she might choose now to make her exit, leaving him to handle the fallout of his unbearable arousal alone, or else leave him with just enough of a tickle along his sensitive head to see him hosing down the interior of the booth while made her escape. But she was not that vicious—she hadn't felt this alive, this in her element for years. Jayce deserved a suitable reward for that much.

"You're such a good boy for me, Jayce," Her voice was but a whisper as she came up from suckling at the base of his cock, hands ringed around his shaft, pumping gently to keep him floating right on the precipe, "I think you deserve a reward for that, don't you?"

It was a rhetorical question, of course, but the glimmer of mischief in her eye made it clear she wanted a response. And once she got it, she whispered hotly just one more time.

"Hold on tight, sweety."

No sooner than the words left her lips did those plump, luscious pillows she had teased him with for so long part. She welcomed the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue greeting it like a lover as she eased it far enough in to form a nice, tight seal around its base. Then the real fan began. She worked her tongue like magic around his head, swirling under his foreskin and rippling it across the underside, where his slit met his frenulum. All the while, her hands went into a frenzy, gripping him nice and tight and pumping him up and down, up and down, working his impressive manhood like a wench churning butter, wrists twisting as she milked him faster and faster and faster, eyes locked on his own inviting and sultry, asking, no, begging for him to give in and let it all out right into her inviting mouth.