—Lara POV—

Pushing the door open, Lara entered Ryan’s room with ease, he didn't have the habit to lock his door.

The room was sparse, far less decorated than the boys his age, had nothing more than a single bed, wooden wardrobe, and an old desk to match with the worn out gaming chair.

All the things he had before the house fire were beyond salvage, he had to buy all the stuff he had now from the thrift store and online marketplace where people sell their used stuff.

Including the laptop on the desk that would start whirring loudly whenever it's on.

The room was previously an extra space for Lara to store the stuffs that were not of immediate use but had since turned it into Ryan’s room and all the stuff in it were relocated into the basement.

Beside the window, Lara bent at her waist to pick up the basket sitting in the corner of the room and pour the dirty laundry in it to the bigger basket that Lara brought over.

As Lara was about to leave the room, she caught a glimpse of a white crooked shaped ball on the floor beside the bed. “Hmmm? What is that?” Lara said as she decided to take a closer look.

“Why is this towel here? He must have forgotten to put it in the basket.” Picking up the towel, Lara found that it was unexpectedly heavy and warm to the touch. A viscous, slimy white goo was seeping through the bottom of the ball shaped towel and trickling out on the floor.

“Eh, it is what I think it is?” Lara breathed with a mix of fluster and incredulity, not knowing how to deal with the problem before her. Should she clean it? Or put it back on the floor and pretend that she never saw it?

*Fifteen minutes later*

After a series of mental gymnastics, Lara wrapped the towel with another towel to prevent further leaking and tossed it into the basket, deciding that she should clean it for Ryan. It shouldn’t be a problem for her to help him clean it since she had insisted Ryan to leave his laundry to her. They went back and forth on this matter until Ryan conceded. She didn’t want Ryan to feel like an outsider. And this is not her first rodeo, it's just semen, it shouldn’t be a problem for a mother with three daughters. Right?

Reaching the basement door in the hallway between the living room and kitchen, Lara bumped into Alex, who had just finished doing the dishes and was humming to the tone of a popular pop music.

“Heya Mom, I did the dishesss!” Alex effused, leaning her head forward, waiting for the compliment she will never get enough of.

“Thank you, Alex.” Lara smiles, patted Alex on the head.

As Alex was reveling in Lara’s praise, her attention was drawn to the laundry basket that Lara hold in the crook of her free arm against her curvaceous hips

Eager for more praise, Alex pounced on the basket, “I can help you with that!”

“Eh?” But to her surprise, the basket was yanked away by Lara.

“Don’t worry, I will do it.” Lara breathed calmly with a smiley face.

“But I wanna do it.” Alex, with dilated eyes, dived toward the basket again and again like a cat chasing the cat teaser but was met with an empty hand as Lara was able to move the basket with great dexterity.

They continued for a couple more rounds until Alex was met with Lara’s gaze and she froze, although Lara still held her smiley face but Alex with her animal-like instinct was able to sense the eerie aura radiating out of her.

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“He-Hehehe, I-I remember I had some assignment that needed to be done by tomorrow, I gotta go!” Alex backed away from Lara slowly, not wanting to agitate her, before quickly sprinting up the stairs.

Finally alone, Lara threw her head back and heaved a sigh of relief, thinking it would be a disaster if Alex were to mix the cum-filled towel with the other clothes in the washing machine.

Lara continued down the basement, setting the basket on the desk just beside the washing machine, she removed the towel away from the basket and began sorting the clothes by light and dark colored clothes to clean separately in the washing machine.

*BRRRRRRRRRRR*

The whirring of the washing machine filled the basement. Lara stood in front of the basin with one arm crossed beneath her gigantuous bust and the other cupping her mouth, contemplating how to deal with the towel sitting in the basin.

Removing her hand from her mouth, she pinched on the edge of the towel and slowly unwrapped it, revealing the creamy pool of semen underneath.

Lara upon seeing it, like a mindless doll manipulated by the strings of lust, unwittingly scooped up a small bit of the semen on her index finger.

Bringing the cum coated finger close to her face, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva before taking a sniff.

Pleasure flooded her vein as she felt every inch of her skin tingling and her lower abdomen throbbing in excitement. ‘If a mere sniff had pushed me to the edge, what would happen if I were to taste it?’ She mused, licking her lips.

*DUDUDUDUDUDU*

As she was about to succumb to her lust, Lara was brought back to earth by the loud thumping sound resounded throughout the basement. The washing machine trembled violently as it entered the spin cycle phase.

“What the fuck were I thinking?!” Her eyes were wide with panic, she turned on the tap in the basin and rinsed her cum coated finger over the water while rubbing her finger over and over with the other hand till no tacky feeling remained.

Despite Lara had regained her senses, the heat in her lower abdomen had yet to disperse but were instead intensified, her swollen clit pulsed with urgency as each second passes, seemingly begging to be pampered

Lara ran her hands over her voluptuous tits and winced when she grazed the turgid nipple protruding through the thinness of her nightgown. She playfully circled one of her nips and gave her breast a good squeeze while her other free hand traced along her abdomen and slowly down to her shamefully wet pussy.

She slid her finger between her clit, warm lube gushing down her thighs the more she rubbed. Moan fell loose from her parted lips and her body jolted forward with pleasure as she inserted her finger deep into her cunt hole, but it was not enough, she needed more stimulation to release all the sexual energy building up in her.

Lara’s half-lidded eyes looked over her shoulder, the washing machine in the back was trembling like a mad dog on leash. An idea formed in Lara horny mind.

She inched closer to the washing machine, with one leg on the washing machine, she angled her pussy against the edge of the washing machine. The second her clitoris touched the edge, she threw her head back with a loud gasp, heart shaped pupil forming in her eyes.

“More!” With one leg still on the floor, she balanced herself with both hands on the side of the washing machine and started rocking her hips, grinding her labia like a sex maniac.

Her mind started to lapsed into emptiness again, “R-Ryan, f-fuck me!” she blurted out with her eyes rolled back and brain melted from the intense pleasure she had not felt since forever.

Images of Ryan’s dick begin to resurface in her brain, he had the dick bigger than any porno male lead, bigger than the dildo in her bedroom and definitely bigger than her stupid ex.

Her forbidden lust toward her best friend’s son grew stronger, she dug her hungry pussy deeper into the edge of the washing machine, as she grinned from ear to ear with her head flung back, she caught sight of the pile of unwashed darker clothes sitting on the table at the side.

On top of the pile was a black boxer with white crystallized stain on the crotch area, it belonged to the only man in the house, none other than Ryan. She reached her hand out to grab ahold of the boxer and savor on the smell of Ryan’s manhood. She felt like a pervert doing this behind Ryan’s back but it felt good and she couldn’t care less right at this moment.

The smell of Ryan’s pre-cumed boxer sent a tremor through her body, her pussy spasmed and clenched on the washing machine like a magnet, “NGHHEEEEEEE!” she squealed as her hip gave its final thrust, fountain of hot lube pumping out of her cunt, flooding the floor beneath her.

*BEEP BEEP* *BEEP BEEP*

Lara lay on the washing machine, catching her breath, listening to the repetitive cries of the washing machine ringing throughout the basement, indicating the end of the wash cycle.