TABOO: Chapter 7 Guilt crashed over Evelyn the next morning, she could still feel him in her hand. She avoided him, staying upstairs, but her reluctance weakened…her pussy throbbed at every every time she thought about him. Her fingers just weren’t enough during frantic masturbation sessions where she imagined taking him fully. Texts came while she hid: Daniel: Last night was hot. Your hand felt amazing wrapped around me. I want more. Evelyn: We can’t. It’s wrong. Please stop. But she didn’t block him, rereading the message, rubbing her clit to it. Daniel grew bolder, naked constantly, stroking openly whenever she entered a room. “Mom, come suck it,” he’d say casually, hand pumping his cock. She’d flee, but slower each time, her resistance was crumbling. One afternoon, in the kitchen she was wearing shorts, bending for a pan…he pinned her from behind, yanking her shorts down, cock sliding between her ass cheeks again. “Feel that? This is what you ...