Ash moved his head off his mother's breast from the sudden shock of being caught. There was an air of awkwardness in the room. Ash, naked, laid atop his mother who was also naked. His girlfriend stared gawking and aghast. Serena couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her Ashy... had his penis inside of his own mom? "Wha-wha-what's the meaning of this?! Ash explain this right now!" The two lovers on the bed were incredibly bright red. Ash tried to respond, but words wouldn't come out. Delia, extremely embarrassed, grabbed her pillow and covered her face with it. "Baby...I can explain..." Ash tried to say, but he knew that was a lie.

"There's nothing to explain! I-I can't believe you!" Serena wiped her face, as she began to tear up. Her voice was beginning to croak. "I-I can't believe... that you would end up cheating on me... let alone with your own MOM Ash!" She sniffled, and cried harder. Ash slowly eased himself out of his mom, supplementing a moan from the woman under the pillow. He wrapped himself with the blanket as to cover himself, and walked over to his distressed girlfriend. He stood right beside her, ashamed at what he put her through. "Serena, I'm so sorry. I..." He placed his right hand onto her shoulder, causing her to scream. "GET AWAY FROM ME... YOU S-SICKO!" She pushed her off of him, and ran back into Ash's bedroom. "No, baby please don't!" Ash ran after her, leaving Delia in the room alone.

Hearing the two leave the room, Delia slowly pulled the fluffy cushion away from her. She could see that she was by herself now, feeling the aftermath of what she just did. She shivered, being completely exposed to the environment. Her son had taken the blanket, so she had to find something to keep her warm. How could this all have happened? Delia pondered, incredibly disgraced. She remembered she had her lingerie around her knees, and lifted her legs up to slide back on that loose wear. Digging around the bed, she found her bra, and clasped it back on. Finally, she found her silk nightgown on the floor, and placed her final piece of clothing on. Not much to warm her, but something nonetheless. Now that wasn't focused on the temperature, she had to face the bigger picture. I fucked my son, my own baby boy. He plowed me... and I liked it. She placed her hand on her head, covering her shame. Just... sleep Delia. It's too early.

Delia later that day to the sound of the front door closing. Startled, she rose up from the bed sharply. She yawned, and checked the bedroom clock. Seeing the time was 9 am, she decided it was the right time to apologize to Serena. Getting up, she went up lock her door as she went to change. She replaced her night clothes (especially her underwear, as that black strand was covered in caked fluids) with a morning outfit she randomly picked out from her wardrobe. Pulling out some Bulbasaur slippers, she unlocked the door and walked out of her room. She saw that the lights were all out, so she used the morning sun providing shine through the second floor hallway's mirror to guide her through. She peered through Ash's room and saw it empty. Going down the flight of stairs to the base of the room, she couldn't hear anything besides a broom swishing back and forth from the back of the house. "Mimey?" She yelled through the building. "Mime! Mr. Mime!" replied the voice. "Have you seen Ash or Serena?" She yelled once more. The pokemon responded with what can be translated loosely to be 'they went out for something'.

Hours passed by, and neither Serena nor Ash had returned. It was now half way into the night, and Delia stayed home the entire day to tend to laundry to assist Mimey. She couldn't really get her mind off of what happened very early morning. The entire scene replayed as she vacuumed the house. I mean, it's not mainly my fault I suppose. I didn't want my Ashy to do me... And I certainly wouldn't want him to cheat on someone. Feeling the floor was cleaned, she turned off the power on the vacuum. As the vroom of the machine halted, she brought back the memory. The entire timeline. She kept, oddly, going back to herself open-wide for her baby though. To the part where she awake from her slumber to find she was being pounded by a figure. It was all so arousing. She thought back to how when she discovered the figure was her son, she had her thoughts wandering everywhere. Thoughts of disgust. Thoughts of immorality. Thoughts of passion and lust. His massive length inserting itself and driving down on her was so erotic, so wrong that it felt so right. She could feel herself getting dirty, and gasped when she heard the bell ring. "I-I'll get it Mimey!"

She turned the doorknob and saw Ash, dressed in his Kalos outfit. "Come in Ash, come in." Stepping aside for her son, Delia looked over behind Ash as he entered, expecting Serena or Pikachu to come with him. No one was with him. "Ash, let me bring up some dinner for you. You must be starving!" She said, trying to get her mind off of the nasty thoughts. As she dashed hurriedly to the kitchen,Ash stopped her with his arm. "I ate already mom, thanks anyways." Ash moodily said as he went off to sit on the living room couch. He fell onto the couch, causing it to creak. Delia, concerned for her son, went over to him. Sitting beside him, she asked him calmly. "What's the matter? Is it something to do with Serena honey?" Ash kept his gloomy demeanor, and responded. "Sort of." Delia remained calm, as to not make her son's condition worsen. "Well, may you say what happened?" Ash paused, and sighed before replying.

"Her and I hung out for a long while today. I dropped her off at the Fuchsia City port, and told her I was glad to be her friend. She's heading back to Hoenn." Delia took a moment to articulate her words, and then laughed. "Aw Ashy that's great! I suppose she has no hard feelings then right?" Her child simply nodded. She thought for a moment, and began to speak again. "Hmmm. You called her a friend..." Delia stopped for a moment. "So, did you two break up then?" Delia saw Ash began to shake. "No, no we did not." Ash took a deep sigh, and shook a bit more. "In fact, she doesn't even remember we hooked up." Delia was confused, and was stunned when she heard her son start to sob. "I told Mimey to erase what had 'happened' today. But, I knew that wouldn't be enough," Ash balled his hand into a fist. "She didn't deserve to be with me any longer. I did not want her to have the relationship with me after what I did to her. I couldn't have just acted like it never happened." Ash turned over and hugged his mom tightly, and she returned the hug. He was crying profusely, unable to handle himself. Delia clutched his back, and also welled up some tears. "It's okay sweetie. You did the right thing." She tried reassuring him, patting him. He nested his head on her shoulder and weeped.

After a long moment, Ash settled down. Still locked together, Delia and Ash remained silent now. Something was off though, Delia felt. She took a whiff of the air, and could smell a thick scent of alcohol. "A-Ash... did you go out drinking?" Ash did not say a word, and the silence returned. Delia was feeling something wasn't right, when she felt cold hands reach under her shirt. "Eeek! Ash stop it!" She let go of the hug, and tried to push him off. Ash continued moving up and down Delia's warm back, feeling around it. "Oh mom..." Ash felt up the back of her as she tried to resist him. He couldn't feel a bra, and that caused him to feel incredibly aroused. "Let me go!" Delia said with a shove, to which Ash removed his arms from around her. "Go to bed son, you're dru-" He used his weight to push her down onto the couch, him on top of his mother. She gasped as he lifted up her shirt over her head, covering her vision while exposing her busty tits. She squirmed as she was locked in her own clothing. Ash grabbed Delia's legs that were on the floor and placed them on the sofa, and pulled down the purple skirt his sexy mommy was wearing. She felt hands around her lingerie as she could tell they were being taken off. "No Ash! Not again! Please!" It was no use, he was drunk and horny. And he really needed to blow some steam after the earlier incident. He rapidly took off his pants and boxers in a fast motion. "Oh mom I need this!"

Ash grabbed Delia's tight waist, and injected himself inside of her pussy. That elicited a moan from his mother, who squirmed under his mass. He plunged deep into her depths, feeling his rod fitting perfectly inside. "It... fits... so... well..." Delia stated into between moans. He rocked the couch with each thrust, inflicting critical damage to his mother's weak point. His size was entrapped within this succubus' forbidden lair. Her body writhed as Ash's cock dug around for a place to bury itself. "It... fits... sooooo... good..." Delia gasped, still trying to resist her son. Ash's drunken stupor caused him to only have one form of sensation working: pleasure. And, his mother was giving him the best pleasure possible. Delia's bare chest excited Ash, and he kissed it passionately. He maintained his hands around her waist, while he dug as far as he could within his mother whilst suckling on the motherly breast. He could feel he was about to let up. Ash moaned around Delia's nipple, and sped up his pace.

Why does something so wrong have to feel so right? Delia questioned, still blinded by her top. Her arms shook at each plunge by her baby. She heard him grumble on her nipple, and she knew he was ready to use explosion. "N-no... not there... not there again!" Delia's protest were weak, but Ash had to reply. With a pop noise, he withdrew from the teet and said with the smell of intoxication. "Is that not the first things you said to me when I came in, mom?"

With that, he blasted his maker with thick cream, causing an eruption from below. "Nyaaaaah!" Delia said out of heat. Her lower body was melting under his weight, and she felt herself being filled to the brim. There's no doubt at this point... He embedded me... Delia thought to herself. Her child had came within her mating tunnel 3 times now, her birth canal lined with his baby formula. The thought of becoming the mother of her son's child made her squirm. "Serena... didn't... want... this..." Delia said panting, as the gushing from in her caused her to feel weak. Ash continued thrusting to finish his first supply inside his procreator. "No, she didn't. It's why I didn't bring her through the trouble of not living my double life." He came his last drop of semen within his mother. "Why make her go through this, when I have you?"

He knew he wasn't done yet. His red-haired mother was too luscious to be only done for a single round. "You're mine now mom. Now rest while I finish you like the dirty whore you are." As Ash continued his drunken onslaught on his defeated mother, someone watched from afar. Someone who supplanted the entire plan for the past 6 years, coordinated everything to make this work. The one that made Ash a motherfucker, the one that made Delia powerless to her baby. The one that set up Ash and Serena's falling out, Mimey.