It was 6:00 pm, an hour later than Ash said he would be home by. Delia was in the kitchen cooking up a hearty carrot stew for her son's arrival. He recently placed top 16 at the indigo plateau, and although that isn't a bad placing for his first time going for the league champion title, Ash was incredibly disappointed, seemingly depressed. Delia called up her son so he can go home and take a rest; as long as he needs until he feels ready to continue his journey to be the very best. She hadn't seen her child for over a year now, with his venture across Kanto with his pals. She wanted to make his homecoming to be memorable, and made him his favorite meal ready for his arrival. As she brought the pot of stew to the dining table, the door has dinged. Ashy was home!

"Oh honey, I haven't seen you in so long! Oh, baby, you're so much bigger now!" Delia said with tears in her eyes, as she went in for a hug, tightly wrapping her arms around him and closing her eyes. "Yeah mom, missed you too. Now, may I breath please?" Ash said as if he was losing breath. Opening her eyes, she laughed and unwrapped him from her clutches. "Oh, I'm sorry Ash. ~sniffle~ Come in, I made you something already." As they walked into the house, Ash slipped out of his running shoes at the entrance to the home. "Hey Ash, where did you leave that Pikachu of yours?" Ash sighed, and responded, "I left most of my pokemon back at Oak's. Wanted them to have fun and train after I had lost. Misty is taking care of my water types." Delia just frowned, but shook her self a bit to remind her to act positive for his sake. Motioning him to the table, she had went back to the kitchen. As Ash sat on his seat tired, he drifted his eyes towards his mother who was leaving to get something from the kitchen, he noticed her outfit. She was wearing a pink, flowery apron and a low-cut yellow dress. "What a weird outfit for a dinosaur like her." He muttered under his breath, twirling the spoon in the bowl infront of him. His mom was no 'dinosaur', not even close. She was remarkably young, just 34, shy 35. She was an attractive women, with reasonable b-cups, and a great figure for having been pregnant before. She had a face that looked to be early 20s, and a body of someone who reached maturity recently. All the teens ogle at her, constantly telling Ash how much of a MILF Delia was, to which he just turned bright and would try to ignore. Returning to the table with a ladle, she stated, "Sorry for the wait honey, forgot where I put it." Bending over the pot, she scooped the liquid and began to pour it onto her son's bowl. His weary eyes wandered to his mother's loose dress, where he could see a good chunk of his mother's plump breasts. He eeked, and looked back down. She began to pour into her own bowl, and when she finished, sat down on her seat. As she drank her portion, she looked over to see her son, who was looking down at his favorite meal. "Sweetie, you should drink it soon before it gets cold." She said, blowing on a spoonful before slurping it down. He just groaned as a response. Slightly agitated, his mother spoke a bit louder. "Ash, I spent 2 hours making this, as well as more stuff for our first dinner together in like forever!" He didn't move for nearly 10 seconds, before sighing and lifting his head up a bit, placing the spoon until his mouth and drinking some of the stew. Delia noticed her son's face was incredibly bright red. "Oh my goodness, Ash! Did you get a fever while away?! I told you to buy some medicine along the way with the money I sent to you on the PC!" "It's nothing mom, I am not sick...I think." The last part being under his breath. Going through puberty, his hormones were rising up, and he finally recognized why his older neighbors would make those obscene remarks. He noticed that his mom was, in fact, a mother he would LOVE to fuck. She was ridiculously hot, and had looks that he never seen in other women during his journey. The thoughts about his mom started to get him uncomfortably hard, and he began to panic and sweat. "Have you been doing alcohol?" "Wha-what?" Ash stuttered, and was incredibly freaked out. He was getting hard from his sexy mom, and his mom thinks he had been drinking while away. "I knew Brock was not to be trusted, something about the way he looked and stuff...not to be racist or anything of course!" Ash made quick glances across the room, and bolted out of his chair to go to his room.

"The fuck happened to my room?" Ash looked around the area, taking in the transformation. There was a writer's desk, tons of clothes racks, paper filers, a fax machine, and tons of documents sitting around. Nothing he had was there anymore! He heard his mom quickly running up the steps, and she went behind him. "Oh, I'm so sorry Ash! I thought you wouldn't come home for much longer than a year as other boys did! I was going to let your room be a desk and closet space for 3 years, before setting your room back up good as new!" Ash was angry, and felt betrayed by his own mother. "Don't worry son, I put everything worthwhile into big disposable bags and put them in a storage locker a town away, your stuff is still around, just not cluttering up mommy's work!" He was ready to ball a fist and hit her, but knew better to hurt a lady, let alone his own mom. "I'm going to take a shower, bitch." Ash angrily grabbed some clothes from a rack that must've been his before he left, and went towards the bathroom. As he was about to enter, Delia grabbed him by his left shoulder. Turning around, he saw his mom with tears in her eyes, and a half-assed smile. "Ash, um, you can use my room for the week, I'll sleep on the sofa and set everything back up for you before you go." He loosened up, and sighed before walking into the bathroom. As he walked out from his shower, he felt the clothes were far too tiny now for him, meaning he really must've grown a lot as his mom said. He saw his mom in his room grabbing some clothes, getting ready for her shower . "Mom, I apologize for calling you that..." Delia looked up, and smiled at him. Picking up the clothes, she walked over to her son. "It's okay sweetie, everyone gets made sometimes. I should be sorry, not asking you if it was okay to mess with your room when you still live here." He looked down, tired out. "You don't have to sleep on the couch, I know your bed can fit two people." Delia smiled, and kissed her son on the cheek before walking into the bathroom. He touched the mark on his cheek, and shook his head frantically as to prevent any ideas. He went into his moms room, and fell face first on the right side of the queen-sized bed, loosely tucking himself in.

Ash woke up at around 2, and was unexpectedly refreshed. He assumed it must've been from going to bed at basically 7. He looked around the room, noticing that the nightlight was on. He tossed around, annoyed that he woke up so early and now had a long day ahead of him. He heard light snoring to the right of him, his mom sleeping sideways looking away from him. He didn't know if it was the time, the lack of an actual meal, or him being horny, but he moved himself closer to his mom, and stretched his left arm over to feel what she was wearing. Starting from the top, he could feel she was wearing some thin, silky nightgown. Rubbing a bit up, he got to her round boobs, and squished the right one. The squeeze caused Delia to gasp, leaving a trailing whimper. Now incredibly horny, he thought up an idea, to get some revenge on her. He moved his hand down to under the gown, and went up inside the clothing until he reached what had to be her lingerie. He began to rub the loose fabric, which caused quiet moans from his sleeping mother. He used his right hand to go around her head, and dig in between the opening to her globes. He fondled both systematically while also rubbing her clit. She began to moan louder, as well as shake. He knew his mom was a very heavy sleeper, so he moved his morning wood over to her rump, and slid up and down through the crack. The caused them both to shiver from pleasure. Through his pants, he could feel the outline of her crack, and was desperate to get in, someday. After about 5 minutes, he heard his mother screech an 'eek' noise, and from his left hand on her pussy, could tell the fabric got wet. "Uuunh" She squirmed around from the pleasure, and Ash giggled from getting payback from her fucking up his room. Her squirming rammed his dick, causing it to twitch and cause Ash more groans. He pushed her into him, slamming her ass into his boxers as far as he could, and felt her up. She moved her hand over towards his stretched boxers, and rubbed his cock, causing him to slam in between her sweet ass. However, he noticed that she began to awaken from the sudden action, and quickly dashed his hands out from under her nightgown, and moved himself back to his original position and shut his eyes. His mother jolted up from her aroused slumber, looking back and forth incredibly dazed. She was breathing very heavily, and was incredibly confused. Ash opened one eye very slightly, to see his mom get up from the bed and hastily take off her nightgown. He saw, standing on the side of the bed with the light shone at her, his mom's near naked curvature. She was standing cross-legged infront of his view in just a lacy black bra and a very soaked black lingerie, with her hands desperately trying to cover herself in case her son was to wake up. She looked at him, and assuming he was asleep, started to moan wildly. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." She began to tremble, having not had any form of pleasure for over 20 years. The pleasured caused her to shake frantically. She staggered out of the room, holding her crotch as she continued to moan. Her gorgeously thick ass was plainly visible, and Ash took pride knowing he, in a way, got to get a piece of that thick butt. That sure beat getting top 16, hehe. Ash said to himself, seeing as his time off would be a much needed break.