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Eren’s brow glistened in the dim candlelight. Sweat collected at his jaw, dripping onto the cold, cobbled floor. His breath was ragged and harsh, one of the only noises in the room. His forearm was the only thing supporting him as he leaned against the thin wall.
The house was cheaply and quickly built, it creaked and groaned under his weight, but it was better than having his mother live in the streets. She could only afford to live in this house because of his meager salary. She cooked and cleaned while he worked endlessly under Captain Levi’s charge. He rarely got to see his mother, but that made Eren all the more excited when they actually got to spend time together.
Today was one of the lucky days that Levi decided to take pity on him. Levi’s mercy showed in two main ways: lowered expectations or time off. Eren had been worked like a dog the last week, and it was showing in his training. No amount of determination or regeneration was helping his sluggish movements. It was getting harder and harder to control his titan during testing. It was becoming hazardous to keep working him this hard. Levi had called him up to his office that morning, given him a small monetary bonus and told him to go relax for a few days and come back feeling refreshed. Eren felt slightly guilty, knowing that the money probably came out of Levi’s own paycheck, but was delighted to have enough money for Carla’s rent and more.
Eren could hear her working hard in the kitchen for him, preparing a dinner for the both of them. He could hear her humming a little ditty as she labored over her vegetable stew. Eren could picture her swinging her hips back and forth as she stirred the ladle through the thick broth. The heat of the fire was probably making her sweat too, making her hair shine and her skin glow. She probably looked ethereal right now.
No.
She didn’t probably look ethereal, Eren knew for a fact she did.
His mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. There was nothing anyone could do to deny that simple fact. Her long, silken hair perfectly framed her sculpted face. Her expressive amber eyes pierced his heart every time their eyes met. Her lips were naturally rosy and looked so plump and soft. There was nothing Eren wanted more than to capture her lips with his own. He wanted to run his fingers through her elegantly flowing hair and hold her perfect figure against him.
He was desperately and hopelessly in love with his own mother.
Her very presence excited him more than anything else. Her welcoming embrace as soon as he returned home had been met with the familiar feeling of arousal. He had kissed her on the cheek and excused himself to go relax in his room before dinner. But his relaxation had only been momentary before the urge to take care of the situation was too much.
His precum and sweat helped him to jerk his hand faster against his shaft. His harsh panting made it harder to hear his mother working in the other room, making Eren strain to hear her humming. She was making a meal just for him, after a long day of cleaning and maintaining the house that he paid for. She was practically his housewife already. There was nothing Eren dreamed of more than to consummate their figurative marriage.
Carla must have been finishing up the meal, the clatter of porcelain dishes cut through the thin walls of the house. Eren could feel himself about to burst, the familiar heat and tension in his stomach was starting to become a painful pleasure. His hand moved faster, his legs starting to quake beneath him.
“Eren!” His mother called, setting the bowls down on the kitchen table.
“Coming!” Eren called out. He struggled to keep his voice steady as he came. Her voice had sent him over the edge. Oh, if only she knew.
Eren waited for his breath to even out before wiping his hand off on one of his dirty shirts. He zipped up his pants and tried to fix his messy hair as best he could before stepping out of his room. He was greeted by the delightful scent of his mother’s own cooking. The food she made just for him, just for her baby boy. Eren didn’t hold back his smile.
Carla was just as angelic looking as he pictured her. The heat made her chest heave with each breath. Her thin blouse clung to her skin, leaving next to nothing to Eren’s imagination. Only her apron truly covered her chest. Her perfect, plump lips spread into a brilliant smile as she stroked Eren’s cheek.
“Ma, you look so hot. You should take off your apron.” Eren smiled back, bringing a hand up to cradle his mother’s.
“You’re always so focused on looking out for me,” she gently whispered under her breath. She turned around, wordlessly asking Eren to untie the knot.
He reached to untie her apron like the obedient son he was, but his hand hesitated for a moment. The idea of grabbing her ass was ever so tempting, but he couldn’t do that just yet. He wanted to woo his mother properly. She was quite the lady, she deserved better than just random groping.
The knot came undone easily and Carla quickly pulled the apron over her head, her hair was lifted up by the straps, exposing the back of her neck. As soon as she pulled the apron away, her hair cascaded down as it was free from the straps.
Her sweat made her shirt cling to her breasts perfectly. Eren could see her beautiful dark nipples standing in a gentle contrast against her flawless skin. She looked like a goddess right now, and Eren would get down on his knees and worship her if she so much as said the word.
If Carla noticed Eren’s staring, she did not mention it. She simply smiled at him before reaching for her ladle. The stew was bubbling gently, the assorted vegetables moved in the thick broth slowly, steaming as she pulled a hearty serving out with her ladle. Chunks of potato and carrot sloshed around the porcelain as she placed the dish in front of Eren. She leaned over ever so slightly, as she placed it on the table, unknowingly giving Eren a better view.
Eren had to physically restrain himself from mouthing at her chest through the thin fabric. His mother had no idea just how much she was torturing him like this. She returned to the stew pot, bending over to retrieve some stew for herself, unaware of Eren’s eyes following her ass the entire way. He could already feel himself getting half hard again.
She was delighted to be eating dinner with her son again. Eren knew she had very little company since Grisha had died. He had half expected her to remarry or at least consider finding a new suitor. But she hadn’t, and Eren couldn’t begin to describe how happy that made him. She was all his. The least he could do was provide for her financially, emotionally, romantically, sexually.
Carla’s cooking was as divine as ever. The stew was a perfect balance of bland vegetables and simple spices. Considering the vast food shortages in the Walls, Eren was still amazed that she could make food this appealing each and every time. She really was going to be the perfect housewife for him.
The sound of metal clattering against the stone floor pulled Eren from his thoughts. He glanced up from his stew to see his mother leaning under the table, retrieving her knife from the floor. Did stew require knives? No, but it made Carla feel more formal to have all the pieces of silverware on the table. Eren thought it was precious beyond words. Perhaps he could convince his Captain to let him borrow his finest tea set. He was sure his mother would cry if she got the chance to drink fine tea out of something so elegant.
Carla stilled once she picked up the knife. Eren raised a brow and realized she was looking at him, rather between his legs. She quickly sat back up in her chair, her face blushing as bright as a cherry. Instead of feeling shame or embarrassment, Eren felt a spark of joy that she had noticed the swelling in his pants. He was getting closer to his prize, he just needed to ease her into the idea slowly. She loved him more than anyone else. She had already dedicated her life to him. This would really only be a tiny step in a new direction for them.
The rest of the meal carried on in silence, only the sound of their spoons clinking against the porcelain. Eren felt delightfully filled by the time he had finished. Her home cooking had really satisfied him and really warmed his body and his heart.
Carla collected the dishes from the table, dropping them into the hot, sudsy water of the sink. She pulled her apron back over her body, but she didn’t bother to tie it behind her back. There were only a few dishes left to take care of.
“Ma, do you want some help?” Eren offered, stepping up to join her at the sink.
Carla lowered her eyes, not quite meeting Eren’s. “That’s sweet of you, but you should go get some rest.”
Eren nodded and leaned in to kiss her forehead before walking back to his room. He had expected his mother to start whistling her usual ditty again, but he was surprised to hear only the sound of running water and clattering dishes.
Eren shut his bedroom door behind himself, starting to feel exhaustion starting to weigh on him. His eyes started to droop once he saw his soft bed. The sheets were far softer than anything he would get at the Survey Corps. Sleep sounded heavenly enough that Eren ignored his hard cock in favor of laying down on the mattress.
He laid there lost in thoughts of his mother and the future before sleep overtook him.
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Eren woke to the hushed noises of whining and moaning. His eyes cracked open ever so slowly as he finally registered where he was. He had almost forgotten that he had gone back home the night before. He still needed to thank his Captain for the opportunity to have some resting time with his mother.
Eren pulled himself out of the warm covers of his bed, only to have his foot land on the frigid stone floor. He shivered as he stalked across his bedroom. Eren’s hand came to rest on the door frame, surprised to see that his door was already opened ever so slightly. He was sure he had closed it before he had gone to bed. Perhaps his mother had checked to make sure he was asleep before taking care of her own needs. Eren felt blush rush across his face. The idea of his mother watching him sleep only served to stimulate him more.
He quietly pushed the door open, stepping out into the hallway silently.
His mother’s moaning grew louder as he approached the master bedroom. A warm glow leaked out of her room. The lantern inside illuminated the crack in the door, letting Eren peak into the room.
His mother’s legs were spread wide, her hand was the only thing preventing him from seeing her glorious pussy. Her fingers roughly pumped into her slicked entrance. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back, putting her beautiful neck on display for him. Her panting made her chest bounce hypnotically. Her long legs trembled, her toes curled.
She looked so angelic, so divine, so perfect. Eren could barely wait to have her.
The squelching and moaning was too much for Eren. His hand wandered down towards his pants, rubbing at his bulge, desperate for friction.
A groan nearly ripped itself from his mouth. Eren quickly slapped his hand over his mouth. He felt tempted to bite into it to keep himself silent and sane. But, he quickly remembered the consequences for doing that. All he needed to do to transform was to bite his thumb and have a goal in mind. Eren’s eyes flicked back to his mother’s dripping pussy. He most certainly had a goal in mind for her. The last thing he needed was to transform into a titan while spying on his mother.
If his titan were to try and complete the goal, he would probably try to pick his mother up and lap at her with his thick, hot, wet tongue. Eren’s cock twitched at the idea of toying with his mother as a titan. He could see her splayed out on his hand, breathing heavy, and ready to grind against his titan’s tongue. Her hair would be wild and messy. Her usually pristine side ponytail would be frayed and falling out of its band. Her face would be flushed red, her lips parted and panting. Her legs would be spread wide, just for him, as his disgustingly wet tongue lolled out his mouth.
Eren could feel his orgasm sneaking up on him. He couldn’t last much longer, and from his mother’s high-pitched whines, it sounded like she wasn’t going to last much longer either. Her moans started to crack and waver as her fingers pumped into herself even faster. Her whole body shook with a silent scream before she fell limp to the bed. Her chest heaved even faster, her untied hair splayed all over her pillow.
Eren’s vision went white as he felt his own orgasm overtake him.