Pokemon: The Scientist’s Rebirth

Ethan stood frozen, the soft moans echoing from Delia's room sending a shiver of excitement down his spine. A small smile played on his lips as he moved towards the closed door. It wasn't locked, and with a gentle push, it revealed a narrow view of the event within. A jolt of electricity surged through him as his eyes got enthralled by the scene.

Leaning against the headboard, Delia Ketchum was bathed in soft lamplight, the warm shadows accentuating her curves. Her unbuttoned pink top revealed the soft swell of her milky breasts, nipples hard and flushed. One hand cupped and kneaded the fullness of her breast, fingers gently teasing the nipple, while the other moved rhythmically beneath her short, dark blue skirt, now hiked high on her thighs. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair offered an intoxicating glimpse.

Her head rested against the cool headboard, eyes nearly closed in a haze of pleasure, lips parted in a soft moan with each breath. A delicate blush warmed her cheeks, her expression one of pure, uninhibited sensation. Her usually composed hair fell in disarray around her face as her hips began to sway in time with the intimate rhythm of her touch, her moans growing more urgent. The fabric of her skirt strained against her hand, revealing the subtle contours beneath.

As he watched her, a complex mix of emotions stirred within Ethan. A part of him, primal and instinctive, yearned to reach out and touch her, to share in her pleasure. He imagined running his fingers through her hair, tracing the curve of her body, and kissing her soft lips. But another part of him, logical and calculating, held him back. He knew that such an action would be premature, that he needed to bide his time, to cultivate a deeper connection with her before making such a move. He was determined to be the reason for those moans one day, but he knew that the time was not yet right.

His mind raced, weighing the various options before him. Should he retreat silently, leaving her undisturbed? Should he interrupt her, making her embarrassed? Or should he remain hidden, continuing to observe her in her private moment? Each option was carefully considered, analyzed for its potential to advance his long-term goal. He needed to choose the course of action that would best serve his agenda, the one that would bring him closer to his ultimate desire of ploughing into this milf one day.

He made his decision. With a swift, decisive movement, he unfastened and lowered his pants and underwear. His hand closed around his hardening member, and he began to stroke himself, intent on a quick release. The visual feast before him made the task almost effortless. He then waited, timing his move with precision.

As her breathing quickened and her chest rose and fell more rapidly, her fingers moved with increasing speed and pressure, her body began to tremble. A small gasp escaped her lips as she neared her peak. Sensing the precise moment of her impending climax, Ethan released his own control. A grunt of satisfaction escaped him as he orgasmed, the release both physical and mental. Simultaneously, he made a more audible sound, feigning that he had inadvertently pushed the door open further, overwhelmed by the moment.

The sound shattered Delia's reverie. Her eyes snapped open, widening in horror as she locked eyes with Ethan, her breath hitching in her throat. But Ethan's timing was impeccable. Even as her mind recoiled, urging her to stop, to disappear beneath the sheets, her body remained trapped in the escalating spiral of sensation. Her hands betrayed her, caught in the throes of mounting pleasure they continued their smearing on her clit, driven by the powerful momentum of her near-orgasm. Then just as quickly a tremor ran through her legs, her back arching in a reflexive surrender as a loud, involuntary moan tore from her throat, the undeniable evidence of her climax.

As the aftershocks subsided, the reality of the situation crashed down on her. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of shock and embarrassment, fixed on Ethan, who stood as if turned to stone. "Ethan! What are you doing?" she cried, scrambling to cover herself with a blanket.

The sound jolted Ethan from his stupor. He fumbled with his pants, pulling them up with trembling hands, he showed a flustered expression on his face. "Sorry, Delia!" he stammered, before turning and fleeing down the stairs.

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Later, Delia, now dressed in her usual attire, descended to the kitchen. Ethan stood at the counter, making himself a juice. A brief, awkward eye contact passed between them before Delia broke the silence. "We need to talk about what happened," she said, her voice strained. "You shouldn't have done that. I'm old enough to be your mother. In fact I am your friend's mother. You shouldn't look at me like that. It's not right."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Delia," Ethan mumbled, avoiding her gaze. "I just… I couldn't control myself. I've never been in a situation like that with someone I liked before. I wasn't thinking clearly."

Delia regarded him for a moment, her expression softening. "I'll forgive you this time," she said, her tone gentler now. "But only if you promise it won't happen again."

"Yes, ma'am, I promise," Ethan replied quickly.

Delia sighed. "Well," she admitted, "I was partly at fault too. I was careless. I didn't lock the door. Besides, a mother and housewife like me should have more control over her desires."

"But isn't it perfectly natural?" Ethan countered, surprising Delia with his directness. "You've been abstaining for a long time. A lesser woman would have already found a bevy of lovers, but you retained control. Satisfying your own needs by yourself isn't wrong."

Delia stared at him, a flicker of confusion crossing her eyes. "Sometimes, I wonder if you're a kid or an adult trapped in a kid's body," she said slowly. "How do you even know about things like this? Where did you learn all of it?"

She paused, narrowing her eyes as something clicked. "Wait a second—you just said you've never been in a situation like that with someone you liked. Does that mean you have been in a situation like that with someone you didn't like?" Her voice carried a sharp edge as she caught onto the subtle hint he left for her earlier.

Ethan gave a convincing flinch, his face flushing as he tried to deflect the conversation, but Delia, her curiosity piqued, pressed on. Finally, with a heavy sigh, Ethan decided to confide in her. "You might want to sit down for this," he said, gesturing towards the living room couch.

Delia followed him, her brow furrowed with concern. Once they were seated, Ethan began, "As you know, when I was injured on my head. It blurred a lot of my memories from the orphanage. Later, whenever I was around an attractive woman… my hormones went crazy. It was especially true with you. I initially thought it was just teenage puberty. But then I started remembering things—how to please a woman, what to do, how to do it, every detail vividly clear."

"Puberty can't magically imprint that kind of knowledge, so I got curious. I wanted to know how I knew these things. So, I started meditating every night, trying to clear the block on my memory." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Anyway, long story short… I found out enough about my life in the orphanage to know that I was better off without those memories."

"Wait," Delia interrupted, her voice laced with alarm. "Did someone… assault you there?"

"More like… exploited," Ethan replied with real bitterness. "Being the most… good-looking one, and the first to hit puberty among the boys, I was given… special care," he added with a dry, sarcastic edge.

Horror widened Delia's eyes, the abrupt turn to such a dark subject leaving her stunned. "What do you mean?" she managed in a bare whisper.

"I was used as a training tool," Ethan said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "To toughen up young girls in the orphanage before they were… offered to depraved old men in Viridian City. Inexperienced girls were easily broken by those men, and the matrons found it hard to explain their disappearances to the authorities. So, to ensure those girls were tough enough to withstand the abuse… I was used as a tool. I was also trained to satisfy the needs of the matrons and the rich women of Viridian City who… availed themselves of the orphanage's services."

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken horror. Delia was stunned, a wave of nausea washing over her as she tried to comprehend the sheer depravity of what Ethan had endured. "Have you told anyone else about this?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"No," Ethan replied.

"We have to tell the authorities," Delia insisted. "We should tell Professor Oak."

"There's no need," Ethan said, shaking his head. "After the kidnapping incident, the matrons were arrested. They were probably brain-ripped by a psychic Pokémon to uncover the whereabouts of the other missing children. The League and Professor Oak likely know all about it by now," he speculated.

"Remember those news reports two years ago about freak accidents and kidnappings in Viridian City? That was probably the League's doing. I even recognized some of the victims as frequent patrons of the orphanage," he added grimly.

Delia's initial rage subsided slightly as she absorbed this information. "Besides," Ethan continued, "I think one of the reasons Professor Oak let me stay here and not return to the Viridian orphanage was probably because he knew about my dark past."

Delia looked at him with profound sympathy, her heart aching for the child who had been forced to endure such unimaginable trauma yet remained so cheerful and ambitious. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on his arm.

"I need some time to myself," Ethan murmured, rising from the couch. He walked slowly towards his room, leaving Delia sitting in stunned silence, still grappling with the horrifying truth of Ethan's past.

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