Chapter 13: Devotion
The sharp click echoed as Ethan’s fingers closed over the phone still clutched in Vivian’s trembling hand. He plucked it easily from her grasp, his thumb finding the speaker icon. Instantly, Richard’s voice, tinny and thick with apoplectic rage, flooded the sunlit kitchen, competing with the wet, rhythmic sounds Vivian was making.
"–ABSOLUTE FILTH! I KNOW WHAT THAT SOUND IS, VIVIAN! YOU DEGENERATE–"
"Hey, Dad," Ethan cut in, his voice startlingly calm, conversational even. He held the phone loosely at waist level, looking down at his mother. Vivian, momentarily startled by the shift, blinked up at him, her lips still stretched wide around the thick base of his cock, saliva glistening on her chin and cheeks. Her blue eyes, wide and slightly unfocused, held a question. Ethan gave her a slow, deliberate nod, his gaze intense, possessive. Focus.
The command was silent, but she understood. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the task, letting the roar of Richard’s fury fade into a distant buzz. She pushed forward, relaxing her throat muscles, taking him deeper. The head nudged the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. She fought it, breathing sharply through her nose, the sound a wet, strained snort. Her hands came up to grip his thighs, steadying herself as she began to move, pulling back slowly until just the swollen head remained between her lips, then sliding down again, taking more each time. The slick, sucking sounds intensified, a counterpoint to Richard’s sputtering.
"Ethan?" Richard’s voice cracked, confusion momentarily overriding fury. "What… why are you…? Where’s your mother? What the HELL is that noise?"
Ethan shifted his stance slightly, widening his legs. Vivian adjusted instantly, her head bobbing lower, her tongue swirling expertly along the underside of his shaft as she descended. He watched the mesmerizing slide of his cock into the warm, wet heat of her mouth, the way her blonde hair fell forward, obscuring her face. "Mom’s right here," Ethan replied, his voice remarkably even, though a slight hitch entered it as Vivian hollowed her cheeks powerfully on the upstroke. He cleared his throat. "Busy. She’s… uh… dealing with that leak under the sink again. Messy business." He reached down, his fingers tangling gently in her hair, not guiding, just claiming. Feeling the movement of her head.
"A LEAK?!" Richard screeched. "That’s not a leak, Ethan! That sounds like… like…" Words seemed to fail him. Vivian, encouraged by Ethan’s touch and the sheer audacity of the situation, increased her pace. She pulled off with a loud, wet pop, gasped for air, her chest heaving, then immediately plunged back down, taking him deep enough that her nose pressed firmly into the coarse curls at his base. A choked gag escaped her, muffled against his skin. "OH MY GOD! IS SHE CHOKING? VIVIAN! ANSWER ME!"
"She’s fine, Dad," Ethan said, his voice tightening slightly as Vivian’s throat muscles convulsed deliciously around him. He tightened his grip in her hair, a silent command to hold. She did, breathing raggedly through her nose, her body trembling with the effort. "Just… stubborn blockage. Needs a good, deep… plunging." He emphasized the word, feeling Vivian’s silent laugh vibrate around him. Her eyes, when she opened them briefly to look up, sparkled with defiance and a dark, shared humor. She began to suck in earnest, her cheeks hollowing dramatically, creating a powerful vacuum. The sound was obscenely loud, a rhythmic, wet schlorp-schlorp-schlorp that drowned out Richard’s next sputtered accusation.
"Plunging?! ETHAN! STOP LYING TO ME! I KNOW THAT SOUND! IT’S– IT’S DISGUSTING! SHE’S–"
"Actually, Dad," Ethan interrupted smoothly, his gaze locked on Vivian’s working mouth, watching the play of light on the saliva coating his length, "I was calling Mom earlier about Thursday. Henderson’s office? Ten AM sharp. Mom said you were being difficult." Vivian pulled off again, gasping, a thick strand of saliva connecting her lower lip to his glistening tip. She flicked her tongue rapidly over the sensitive slit, then dove back down, her hand coming up to fondle his heavy balls, rolling them gently. Ethan’s breath hitched audibly this time. "She’s right. You need to be there. Sign the papers. Stop dragging this out."
Richard’s voice descended into incoherent rage. "DRAGGING IT OUT? SHE’S THE ONE… LISTEN TO THAT! SHE’S SUCKING SOMEONE OFF RIGHT NOW! WHILE TALKING TO ME! IS IT YOU? ETHAN, IS THAT YOU? ANSWER ME!"
Vivian felt a fresh surge of wetness between her own thighs at the raw accusation, the forbidden thrill of it mingling with the deep ache in her jaw. She redoubled her efforts, bobbing her head faster, using her hand in tandem with her mouth, stroking the base firmly as she sucked the head. She focused on the taste of him, salt and musk and Ethan, the solid heat filling her mouth, the way his stomach muscles clenched under her other hand. This was her purpose. Serving him. Pleasing him. Defying the pathetic man screaming on the phone by worshipping the magnificent son he’d helped create but could never understand.
Ethan’s control was fraying. The relentless suction, the wet heat, the visual of his elegant mother on her knees servicing him while his father raged… it was overwhelming. His hips gave a minute, involuntary thrust. Vivian took it, swallowing him deeper, her throat opening. "Dad," Ethan managed, his voice rougher now, layered with a tension that wasn’t just from the conversation. "You’re hysterical. And wrong. Mom’s just… dedicated. Fixing the problem." He looked down at Vivian, her eyes watering slightly, her lips stretched obscenely wide. "Isn’t that right, Mom?"
Vivian pulled off just enough to gasp, "Mmmhmm… schlurp… stubborn… ah… pipe," before engulfing him again, her tongue swirling madly. The wet sounds were relentless, a symphony of her devotion.
"PIPE? YOU BITCH! YOU LYING WHORE! ETHAN, IF YOU’RE INVOLVED IN THIS–"
"Thursday, Dad," Ethan ground out, his knuckles white where he gripped the phone. The pressure was building, coiling tight in his groin. Vivian could feel it in the throbbing pulse against her tongue, the increased tension in his thighs. She moaned around him, the vibration drawing a sharp groan from Ethan. "Ten AM. Be there. Or face the consequences Mom outlined." He looked down, meeting Vivian’s gaze. Her eyes were dark pools of desire, utterly focused on him. "Gotta go. Mom’s… ah… making real progress now." His voice was thick, strained.
"ETHAN! DON’T YOU DARE HANG UP! I’M COMING OVER RIGHT–"
Ethan’s thumb stabbed the disconnect button. Richard’s furious shriek cut off mid-word, plunging the kitchen into sudden, heavy silence broken only by Vivian’s wet sucking sounds and Ethan’s ragged breathing. He dropped the phone onto the counter beside the half-eaten apple with a dull thud.
The abrupt cessation of Richard’s voice seemed to unleash something primal in Vivian. Freed from the need to perform for the unseen audience, she poured everything into pleasuring her son. Her head moved faster, her hand stroked harder, her mouth worked with desperate, sloppy intensity. Schlorp. Gulp. Slurp. The sounds were raw, intimate, filling the sunlit space. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading, begging for his release, wanting to taste it, to feel him pulse down her throat.
Ethan groaned, a deep, guttural sound torn from his chest. "Fuck, Mom… yes… just like that… take it…" His fingers tightened almost painfully in her hair, holding her head steady as his hips began to piston shallowly, fucking her mouth in earnest. "Gonna cum… gonna fill that pretty mouth…"
Vivian moaned encouragement, the vibration sending sparks through him. She relaxed her throat completely, opening for him, accepting the rhythmic thrusts, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of his shaft. Her eyes fluttered shut, pure bliss washing over her features. This was her victory. Her defiance. Her absolute, boundless love.
Ethan’s thrusts became jerky, uncontrolled. A strangled cry escaped him as the first hot, thick pulse hit the back of Vivian’s throat. She swallowed instinctively, eagerly, feeling the salty warmth flood her mouth. Pulse after pulse followed, each one wracking his body, each swallow a deep, satisfied gulp from her. She milked him with her mouth and hand, drawing out every last drop until he was shuddering, spent, his grip in her hair loosening to a gentle caress.
Vivian pulled off slowly, carefully, with a final, soft suck. She sat back on her heels, breathing heavily, her lips swollen and glistening, a stray trickle of white escaping the corner of her mouth. She looked up at Ethan, her blue eyes luminous with adoration and satisfaction. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then deliberately licked her lips clean, holding his gaze.
Ethan looked down at her, his chest heaving, his expression a mixture of awe, fierce possession, and profound tenderness. He gently traced the line of her jaw with his thumb, wiping away a smear of saliva. "Perfect," he breathed, his voice rough with emotion. "You were absolutely perfect." He sank slowly to his knees before her on the cool tile, his hands coming up to cradle her face. The morning sun streamed through the window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air, illuminating the flushed skin, the tousled hair, the profound intimacy etched on their faces amidst the lingering scent of coffee, apple, and sex. The silence now was deep, warm, and utterly theirs.