Happiness By Proxy

Happiness By Proxy


The sun shone bright on a cloudless summer day over Pallet Town, the radiant orb in the sky nearly reaching its apex late that morning high above the quaint villa. Braving the heat outside was Delia Ketchum, dressed accordingly in a loose plaid blouse, work jeans, and wide sun hat as she knelt down inspect her garden. Her gloved hands tugged to yank out a pesky weed sapping at soil nutrients she wanted only for her soon-to-bloom sunflowers, brushing the excess dirt away on her gardening apron before sighing.

Her mind kept wandering off, swirling with thoughts of her husband abroad. It had been nearly a week since he had called her over the video phone, and reaching nearly 17 months since she's felt his loving touch. Though she remained faithful to him in her heart, her womanly urges yearned for passion. Her humble set of stashed-away toys and vivid fantasies could only starve off the yearning for true loving pleasure. Nothing could completely replace the sensation of being held in a strong embrace, feeling the heat from another's body, sharing an intimate kiss as her husband entered her with his large living manhood before--

Delia snapped herself back to reality, shaking her head around. No, she thought, she shouldn't about that now. It'd only frustrate her more. She stood up and grabbed her Squirtle pail, trying to keep her mind occupied with watering her plants, making sure her row of zuccinis, carrots, and radishes were kept hydrated in the hot summer heat. Got to make sure they're all big, plump, and-- Dammit, she was doing it again! she reminded herself. The lonely mother let out a long exhale as she wiped her brow. It was clear that she needed to get inside away from the sun if she was going to collect her thoughts.

By the fence near her front door, Delia's pokemon Mimey swept the walkway as he softly sung to itself a chorus of "Mr. Mime". The clownish pokemon turned his head as he saw his owner/master walk by. Mimey saw the woman smile at him, but he sensed that his master was masking her true feelings. This wasn't a hunch born from the Mr. Mime being a psychic type, but merely being around his owner long enough to have a friendly bond capable of empathizing and almost reading her mind.

"Mr. Mime...?" Mimey said with concern in his tone as he stopped sweeping his broom.

His master blushed after a few moments, noticing the faint worried expression on her pokemon's face, replying "Oh, it's nothing, Mimey. Come, it's too hot to stay out here."

Delia opened the door and generously let her pink silly-looking protector walk inside in front of her before stepping in herself and closing behind her. She hung up her garden apron and set aside her gloves, making a beeline to the kitchen to pour herself some ice tea and get some water for her Mimey. Using a straw, Mrs. Ketchum sipped the cool refreshing lightly sweetened beverage, taking her mind off the encroaching urges slowly welling within. These thoughts and needs didn't sneak past Mimey, though, as her pokemon sensed the source of his master's problem. Deep down Delia was giving off the same aura as one a pokemon would wishing to breed, a mixture of pheremones given off to woo a potential mate.

While inside the cool little house Mimey could almost smell the whiff of desire emanating off from his master, it wasn't spurned to copulate, but merely to wish said owner to relieve such built-up lust ready to burst forth. The pokemon stepped forward as Delia handed him a cold bottle of water. It looked up with an unblinking stare up at his master.

"Mime mime..."

Delia looked down at her pokemon as it almost nudged at her from being so close. "Wh-What is it, Mim--" she said, clutching her glass of tea as she watched Mimey's eyes glow. She felt herself unable to pry her glance away from those beady reflective black dots glaring what seemed miles away behind the back of her head. Everything swirled around her, fading to a pinkish-white hue except for those black dots. She felt something ache in her head. "I...."

The psychic pokemon panicked as he noticed his owner let go of the glass, scrambling to catch it before it crashed on the floor. His sudden break from his hypnosis caused Delia to stumble, making her tip forward on weak legs and fall onto Mimey as he caught the glass of tea before it hit the floor.

"M-Mr. Mime..." it grunted, having to push up with its other arm, having not cast Light Screen to support his master in time and instead recieving more than a handful of left tit. The involuntary squeeze seemed to have caused Delia to snap back to reality as she blinked.

"...Huh? What happened...? M-Mimey...?" she said in a daze before looking down to see her bent over her pokemon with his hand on her chest. Mimey nearly toppled over and spilt her tea as she bolted up, apologizing, "Oh, I'm sorry, Mimey. I don't know what happened to me!"

"Miiiime...." he blurted out before picking himself up and handing her the glass of tea she nearly dropped. With a little reading of her mind, he noticed the little mental block he felt before pushed aside, making his use of Hypnosis at least a success without any harm to his master.

Mrs. Ketchum took the glass and set in down, nodding her head as she thanked her pokemon. She then excused herself and headed straight to her bedroom, needing to change out of her work clothes that she put off from doing. Once alone, Delia unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her jeans, having to sit on her bed to slide out of her tight denim bottoms. She laid back to catch her breath, enjoying the cool A/C breeze on her body, clad only in her lilac sateen bra and panties. She sat up and looked into her fully length mirror, checking out the lady reflecting back at her. Despite being a mother of a lively boy of 10 and approaching the dreaded big 4-0, she had to admit that she's still got it where it counts. And she had outside opinion to back up that claim, too. Many times at the supermarket she gets compliments on her appearance from people in town, not to mention flattery from her son's friends whenever they stopped by.

Delia's breathing drew sharper as she felt flushed. She looked at herself in the mirror more intently as her thoughts turned to the young handsome trainers she sees at her home or heading to Professor Oak's lab for their starters. She imagined them stopping by for tea and a place to rest, being greeted by her wearing only her frilly apron. She thought about the Professor leaning back in his chair as she tended to his tense muscles and his throbbing member springing from his slacks for her to massage. Then she dreamt of Team Rocket. That blonde and green-haired duo tying her down and blindfolding her in her own living room, tearing her clothes off from her body as their hands grope and paw at her figure, feeling her chin being held as the male captor forces his thick cock into her mouth, demanding she suck him off like the bitch she was. Her Mimey wouldn't be able to rescue her as they sic their Houndour onto her. feeling his scorching pants on her bare skin as she feels the sticky spicy slab of doggy meat press against her--

The horny mother opened her eyes as she snapped out of her perverse fantasy. She peered down to see her hands caressing her breasts and over the smooth fabric of her panties. She saw that her face was beet-red in her reflection, shameful of succumbing to her illicit thoughts out of the blue. She stood up and finished getting dressed, putting on a sensible yellow blouse and knee-length blue skirt before throwing on a pink cardigan and slipping on a pair of house shoes. Feeling presentable, she stepped out of her bedroom, trying not to focus on naughty stuff and making a mental note to wait until tonight to break out the toys.

It wasn't long after she changed to her casual wear that a knock rung from her front door. "Oh my, who could that be?" Delia pondered as she headed to open the door for her unexpected visitor.

Standing outside her house was Tracey Sketchit tugging on his headband as he spoke with labored breath, "Um, Mrs. Ketchum? Is the Mr. Oak-- I mean, the Professor in today? I tried knocking on his door and he didn't answer." The part-time lab assistant look beat, like he ran all the way over.

Delia pondered why the Professor wouldn't answer his door before it came to her. "Oh, that right," she began, "Professor Oak has an impromptu meeting with one of his colleagues for a few days. Elm, was it? Sycamore...? Anyway, he must've forgotten to tell you that he was going to be gone for the next 2 days."

Tracey showed a bit of relief as he caught his breath. "Oh... I was worried I that I slept in, so I ran all the way..." he replied in short spurts, bending down as he had sprinted across town in the summer heat for nothing.

Delia took pity on the poor exhausted boy, stepping back to invite him in. "Here, come on inside. It's hot as a Ponyta's mane out there and you look like you need something to drink. Besides, it's almost lunchtime, and I'd hate for you to have come here for nothing."

"Th-Thanks..." Tracey panted as he walked inside, setting his bag down and falling back onto one of the dining room chairs. Within seconds a bottle of ice-cold water was placed in his hands by the caring Mrs. Ketchum, which he opened and downed in a flash.

"I'll make us some sandwiches," she said in a cheery manner. "How many would you like?"

Tracey pulled his lips away from the bottle long enough to say, "Three, please..." before guzzling down more water.

Mrs. Ketchum giggled from his hasty response. "Hee hee, sure thing for a growing young man~" she replied as she quickly prepared 4 sandwiches sliced diagonally and poured 2 glasses of iced tea before sitting down to eat with her guest. As she took dainty bites of her modest meal, her eyes drifted towards Tracey as he dug in to his plate. That little voice in her mind that told her not to flirt and tease with others seemed absent, left only with her seemingly harmless daydreams of other men, including young boys like the one in front of her. Usually she kept such thoughts as fantasies, but now there wasn't any opposition telling her not to try making them real.

"So Tracey," Delia said after taking a sip from her tea, breaking the silence, "Done any nice drawing lately?"

The boy looked up as he cleared his throat to answer, "Oh yes, Mrs. Ketchum. I've done a few new sketches lately. I saw a rare shiny Butterfree the other day and I even tried drawing the landscape nearby where I live, and..." he continued with glee, sprouting all the wonderous things he put to paper, reaching for his sketchbook from his bag. "I can show you some of them, if you like."

Delia gave a sly grin to the enthusiastic boy as she chuckled. "Have you ever drawn a picture of me?" she asked, her foot stretched over to tease his leg with playful rubbing. "I don't mean as a portrait, though~" she added, hoping he understood what she meant.

Tracey gulped, almost spitting out his tea as he felt the caress of Ash's mother on his bare shin. He stammered out, "Er, um, n-no Mrs. Ketchum. I would never..." That last part was a lie, seeing how his other sketchbook was filled with poses and figure studies of women he's met on his travels, traced from memory only without clothes on. Many provocative drawings were contained in that secret pad, many of the woman flirting with him right this moment, some of the sketches partnered with other ladies like Jessie or Misty among others. He never suspected that Ash's Mom would act like this, not like in his wet dreams.

Delia pulled her foot away and stood up slowly, sauntering toward the confused artist like a female Luxray upon her prey. She bent down, giving Tracey a glimpse down her blouse as she smiled. "I wouldn't mind if you asked me to model for you. Even nude~" she spoke like a breathy whisper by his ear.

"Boyit'sbeenswellbutIreallyshouldbegoin--" Tracey blurted out, trying to excuse himself from the table and leaving Mrs. Ketchum's generous hospitality as she teased him, his arm grabbed by her as he reached for his bag.

Delia giggled some more as she shortened the space between her and the frightened boy, her breasts smooshing near his shoulders. "What's the hurry? Don't you want to stay with a poor lonely lady for a little longer?" she said, trying to block his exit.

Mimey walked toward the main living/dining area to see his master with another human, her lustful aura huge now as her breeding urges manifesting tenfold. He could sense hesitation in the boy, a bothersome issue blockading his owner's joy as Tracey tried to push Mrs. Ketchum away. With a point of Mimey's finger, the boy froze, unable to move himself as he toppled back, pushed from some unseen force onto the couch nearby, paralyzed on the spot and unable to get back up.

Delia pounced on the trapped boy, her lips meeting his as she kissed him hard, her tongue slithering into his mouth to dance with his. She broke the smooch long enough to try to explain herself in her state. "It's been too long since Mr. Ketchum's tended to my needs, Tracey..." she cooed out as she lifted her top over her head before the stunned trainer, revealing her luscious bra-covered melons to him before embracing him within the soft confines of said bosom. "Mmm, you'll be a good boy and help me, won't you? I want you....." she purred, her hands reaching down to unbuckle his shorts and yank them down.

Tracey tried to reason with the horny mother after he was released from her chest, "Please, Mrs. Ketchum, you don't need to do this...!" Despite his protests, his body was eager to give into her demands, as shown from the lump in his white briefs. He grunted a bit as he felt his hand run over the swelling mass trapped within.

Delia nuzzled next the shocked trainer on the couch, her eyes on his erection as she stroked her delicate fingers over it through the fabric. "Mmm, it's not good to keep such sweaty unclean underwear on like that. Let me take them off for you~<3" she purred as she adjusted herself to peel Tracey's cotton briefs off his loins.

The boy squirmed in vain, unable to move his hands to stop Mrs. Ketchum from stripping him of his tighty-whities. "N-No, please don't...!" he stuttered out, unable to convince her as she yanked his briefs off of him, revealing his half-chubby uncut prick to her. His eyes nearly bugged out as what she did next. She watched the hot mom bring his freshly torn off undies to her face to sniff, breathing in his intoxicating aroma, her soft moans making his prick stiffen harder.

"Ooh, how I miss this frangrance~" she sighed out, enjoying the differing scent of Tracey's underwear compared to her hubby's or even her son's pairs. She fixed her bangs as she laid across the comfy sofa, her breath tickling his hard-on as her head hovered inches from the oozing tip. "I hope you don't mind if I help myself to some tasty dessert~" she giggled out, her right hand gripping the pulsating member, peeling his foreskin back to reveal his fat purple crown. With the closing of her eyes, she leaned her head down, mouth open as she took the boy's sweaty dick between her lips.

The talented artist trainer grunted through his teeth, having never felt the warm wet confines of another's mouth engulfing his cock. As he felt Ash's Mom bob her head up and down to fellate him in a rhythmic fashion, it became an overload of altogether new pleasure. By Delia's 4th way back down Tracey's shaft, the boy's dick flared and twitch, bursting with his thick ropes of youthful essence into her awaiting mouth as he cried out her name.

The friendly horny mother didn't seem bothered by the boy's prematurity. She focused on the wiggly jizz filling her mouth, swirling it around as she savored the taste before gulping the rich flavorful bounty. She pulled her lips away with a ginger pop, smiling as she still held onto his erection, glad that his young vigor kept it from losing any stiffness. She couldn't help but snicker seeing his dazed complexion, obviously still on cloud nine from his orgasm.

"Hee hee, I take it you really enjoyed that, didn't you hun~?" she said in a maturnally loving tone, taking this moment of opportunity to remove the rest of her garments. She let her skirt drop as she then unclasped her bra and stepped out of her moist panties, proudly standing nude before the lucky boy as she waited for him to come to his senses.

Tracey needed a few moments for the room to stop spinning and everything to come into focus, having to blink a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. After experiencing a mind-blowing blowjob from one of his crushes, he was now basking in the radiance of her bare naked figure. He took the time to soak it all in, seeing all that he got wrong from his sketches. He was wrong on her breast size, not realizing how large they actually were hidden under her clothes. There was still some supple pertness to them, capped with a deep rose-tinted puffy areolas the size of poffins. That wasn't counting the nice wide birthing hips supporting what was a fully-packed ass and a sure sign of the playful spritely mother keeping her hedges trimmed.

Delia, though, put all her attention onto one part of the gawking boy in front of her. Her one-track mind was centered right on cock, and she kept her eye on the prize pointing up at her ceiling the entire time. It obviously couldn't match the size of her husband's for his age, but she loved how fat his mushroom tip was, his foreskin pulled right underneath the thick crown, his shaft free of any major veins, his crotch still smooth and his balls dangling cutely between his legs. She reached to grasp the stiff stalk as she climbed onto his lap on the sturdy couch, pressing chest against his face as she aligned herself until that tip kissed her eager cunny entrance.

"M-Mrs. Ketchum, a-are you sure you wanna--" Tracey tried to ask her out of courtesy before her finger shushed his quivering lips.

Ash's Mom smiled as she leaned to whisper, hoping to reassure the timid sketch artist. "Just sit back and enjoy while I take your virginity, Tracey~<3" And with that she sunk herself down, gasping as he started to enter her, not listening to any of his protests until she took him all in, parking herself right in his lap. Nowhere in her mind was there a voice screaming that she was now cheating on her loving spouse, only the cheers of the raw sensation of a man beside her, all the way inside. Those cheers rung in tune to hers and Tracey's moans, the two linked on the couch, sitting perfectly still as they experienced the thrill just being joined as one.

"Oooh... Mrs. Ketchum..." was all Tracey could mutter, still unable to break away-- not like he wanted to now. Her internal muscles clench and squeezed his girth, almost as if it was wishing to sip his cum out like a straw. He whimpered when she lifted up, pulling away from his dick until only the throbbing head was still locked inside of her pussy, only to fall back down with a mighty drop. The sudden rush of tingling ecstasy jolting through his loins made the young trainer squeak, leading into low groans as the older woman stirred about on his lap, playfully grinding on top of his prick. His fingers and toes began to wiggle, a sign of his temporary paralysis ebbing away.

Delia cradled Tracey's head, smothering his face into her ample cleavage as she saw brief flashes of light with each motion of her hips. "Ooh, yes! Fuck me, Tracey! Fuck me hard!" she cried out, picking up her pace as she bounced on the boy's dick, making her plump mature ass jiggle.

"Rraargh, Mrs. Ketchum!!" he practically snarled out. Regaining movement in his body, his hands grabbed hold of the hot momma's wide hips as he thrusted up into her tight hungry pussy just as she was crashing down, the impact causing a loud smack to echo in the house. Their moans harmonized as the trainer slammed up 5 more times before his balls were ready to bust their load.

"OH TRACEEEYYYY!!!"

"MRS. KETCHUUUUMMM!!!"

In a crescendo of wails, Tracey erupted in a geyser of his hot seed, blasting into his friend's mom's womb. His milky cream was thick and gooey, the load equally as voluminous as his last that shot down her throat, and her orgasming cunnywalls were clamping down rapidly to drain every drop. The almost feral moans Delia was making were unheard of, the boy never seeing the lustful side of a frustrated woman as the threw her head back, her ponytail whipping about as she spasmed on his lap for what seemed like an eternity. After Delia's much-needed coitus orgasm crested and declined, she slumped down against Tracey, leaning his chin up to kiss him softly as a sorta unspoken thank you.

"M-Mrs. Ketchum, I..." he tried to speak, unsure what to say after his first sexual experience. Whatever speech he had planned was interrupted as Ash's Mom giggled and started bouncing on his loins again, riding his still-hard cock. "Wait, no more, Mrs.-- AAHH!!"

From the other room, Mimey heard the shrieks of joy start up once more. He didn't think that humans would try to breed so soon after mating once, but what did he know of their kind. Besides, his master and her lover seemed happy (mostly his master), and that's all he asked for. Mimey shrugged and muttered "Mime mime..." as he walked away, glad he was able to do something nice for his owner.


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Delia awoke, feeling slightly achey all over. "Ooh, what happened...?" she said with in her groggy daze, looking out the window to see that it was nighttime. She looked down and noticed that she was nude on her bed with one of her dildos lying next to her. "O-Oh dear... Did I pass out after pleasuring myself? Ooh, that's terrible! I got so wrapped up in my thoughts again!" she said to herself, unaware of what happened after she was changing clothes.

Tracey was almost limping as he walked home, totally beat and panting worse than when he ran across town to Professor Oak's lab. The poor boy lost count of how many times Mrs. Ketchum and him had sex at her place, or all the places they did it. He just know they were in the bathroom together and one point she was on top of the humming washing machine another time, but it ended up in her bedroom after a few hours. That's when she broke out all of those weird toys she had, and... Well, he didn't want to dwell too much on it, seeing how it still hurt back there. When she finally passed out, he quickly tossed on his clothes, tried to clean her up, grab his bag and vamoose. It was going to take a while before he can see her again. He did plan on seeing her again, though. He couldn't lie. Part of that time with her was amazing. He just hoped that she wouldn't be as... pushy if she pulled that again. Besides, he wasn't sure how long it was going to take to recoup from today. It was a good thing he didn't have to help out at the Professor's tomorrow.

Back at the Ketchum residence, Mimey was looking about for his master, having stepped out after it became too noisy inside. "Mr. Mime...?" he said curiously, scanning about before approaching the open door to his master's bedroom, only to find her naked on her bed, blushing and covering herself as he peered in.

"EEK!! Don't scare me like that, Mimey! I-I'm not decent!" she blurted out before calming herself. "I'm sorry. It's just... I didn't know you were here and I was afraid you were someone else, and... Well, I didn't mean to snap at you..."

Her pokemon stepped up, blushing and holding the back of his head, nodding as he understood. He looked back at his master, noticing his fix to her little mental block had gone away. She fretted in her actions, which worried that he'd have to hypnotize her again. Part of him felt it was wrong, but seeing as it made her happy, he was glad to oblige. One quick stare down and she that pesky block in her mind was gone again, this time without causing her to faint. He smiled as she returned one to him.

Their silent moment was broken with the sound of "Ring ring ring! Phone call! Phone call!" in the other room. "Oh my, who's calling at this hour?" Delia asked out loud as she stood up, not bothering to get dressed.

Mimey watched as his owner trotted out of the bedroom. With his master feeling refeshed, he felt content to head to his cushion to curl up and doze off to dreamland. The Mr. Mime felt satisfied to assist what he deemed his trainer in a way more than just cleaning in and around the home, putting his psychic abilities to more than just a means of protection or showcase. It's that sort of help that bonds humans with their pokemon, and Mimey knew he can sleep soundly with the knowledge that his master was going to feel okay at least for several hours, and her happiness meant his happiness, too.

Meanwhile, Delia had ran up to her video phone in record time. She looked at the caller ID on the monitor, noticing it was her Ashy-poo. She picked up the reciever to answer, still totally naked. Somehow, it didn't seem wrong to her. After all, it was only her son. In fact, once his face popped up on screen, she wasn't even thinking about his shocked expression of seeing her nude. All she was wondering was how big he's grown, and if he was closer to matching his father in size...