Taboo: Chapter 1

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TABOO

Chapter 1

The late afternoon sun covered the hardwood floor of the Harper family kitchen, its rays slicing through the blinds in a house that now felt half-empty and defeated. 

Evelyn Harper stood at the sink, her hands buried in warm, soapy water, scrubbing a plate with a ferocity as she thought about the days leading up to this.  The sharp clink of porcelain against porcelain was the only sound in a home that had grown hollow, each empty room echoing the absence of the life she’d built. 

At 36, Evelyn was still a hot as fuck..her auburn hair cascading in loose waves, grazing the tops of her tits, which strained against the delicate cotton of her blouse, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. Her green eyes, once alive with a playful spark, now churned with hurt and betrayal.

Two days earlier, her husband, Mark, had shattered her world. No prelude, no explosive argument..just the cold thud of a suitcase hitting the floor and his flat, unapologetic words: 

“I’ve found someone else, Evelyn. I’m done.” The “someone else” was a 22-year-old paralegal from his firm, a fact he’d flung at her with cruel indifference. She’d stood frozen as his BMW pulled out of the driveway, leaving her with a mortgage, a half-empty closet, and their 19-year-old son, Daniel, as the only remnants of the life she’d known.

Evelyn’s gaze drifted to the window, where Daniel was pushing the lawnmower through the late summer heat. Shirtless, his lean frame glistened with sweat, each flex of his shoulders and arms carving sharp lines against the fading light. Droplets of disappearing into the waistband of his low-slung jeans. At 19, he was no longer the lanky boy who’d once curled up into her lap for bedtime stories. He was a man now—tall, dark-haired, with a quiet intensity that echoed his father in his younger days, a resemblance that stirred a dangerous warmth inside her, making her thighs clench involuntarily. She yanked her eyes away, her cheeks burning as she muttered, “Get it together, Evelyn,” and plunged her hands back into the suds, as if the soap could cleanse her of the shameful thoughts and  desire that made her clit throb. 

The back door creaked open, and Daniel stepped inside, wiping sweat from his brow with a dirty hand. The atmosphere shifted with his presence, carrying the natural scent of cut grass and the smell of his sweat from exertion. “Lawn’s done,” he said, his voice low and steady.  He reached past her to grab a glass from the cabinet, his arm brushing close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off his skin. He filled it with water, standing so near she could see the faint pulse at his throat, smell the salty tang of his sweat.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Evelyn said, her smile brittle as she forced her eyes back to the sink. “You didn’t have to do that today. Classes start tomorrow, don’t they?”

He leaned against the counter, one hip cocked, his jeans riding low enough to hint at the bulge beneath. “Yeah, but it keeps my head clear. Dad leaving… it’s fucked up.”

The mention of Mark was a sting, sharp and sudden. Evelyn’s hands stopped, soap bubbles popping softly in the silence. “It is,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s been… hard.”

Daniel’s dark eyes locked onto hers, searching, probing. “You holding up okay, Mom?”

For a moment, she wanted to unravel..just collapse into his arms, to feel the solid strength of him and let the world fall away, like when he was small and her love was simple, uncomplicated. Instead, she nodded, her throat tight. “I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”

He didn’t buy it..she could see it in his face, but he didn’t push. Draining his glass, he set it down with a soft clink. “I’m hitting the shower. Just yell if you need me.”

“Will do,” she said, her voice steady despite the pounding in her chest. His footsteps faded down the hall, and soon the faint hiss of the shower upstairs filled the void. Evelyn gripped the sink’s edge, exhaling and releasing. She needed to escape the thoughts clawing at her mind, the ones that whispered forbidden things she couldn’t allow herself to think..images of his strong hands on her body, pinning her down, craving what no mother should crave from her son.

That evening, the doorbell pierced the quiet in the house. Evelyn opened it to find, her best friend since their college days, standing on the porch with a bottle of Merlot and a grin that promised trouble. At 38, Lydia was a force..short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a body that still commanded attention in a black dress that screamed fuck me. She exuded a confidence Evelyn hadn’t felt in years.

“Figured you needed a rescue,” Lydia said, sweeping past her into the living room, the wine bottle held firmly in her hand. “And this.”  Evelyn managed a laugh, closing the door. “You’re a godsend.”

They sank onto the couch, glasses filled with the deep, velvet scent of wine. Lydia kicked off her heels, tucking her legs beneath her, her sharp gaze pinning Evelyn.

“So, Mark’s really gone, huh? Fucker didn’t even bother with a decent excuse did he?”

“He’s got a new plaything,” Evelyn said, the words bitter on her tongue as she sipped her wine. “Some paralegal half my age. I’m just… old news.”

Lydia scoffed, “His loss, babe. You’re a fucking knockout. Those tits, that ass..shit, I’d kill for your curves. Hell, if I was into girls, I’d be all over you myself.”

Evelyn’s cheeks flushed, and she waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, stop.”

“I’m dead serious.” Lydia leaned closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You need to get out there, Ev. Have some fun. Get fucked proper..like, the kind that leaves you sore the next day.” She laughed.

“Lydia!” Evelyn whispered, her eyes darting toward the stairs, half-expecting Daniel to appear. “I’m not ready for that.”

“Why the hell not? Mark’s probably balls-deep in his little sidepiece right now. You deserve to feel alive.” Lydia’s grin was wicked, her eyes glinting with mischief. 

“What about that gym trainer? The one that looks like could bench a car?”

Evelyn shook her head, her mind elsewhere. “Not my type.”

“Then who is?” Lydia pressed, swirling her wine, her gaze unrelenting. “Come on, Ev. Spill it.”

The question hit hard. Evelyn opened her mouth, but her thoughts betrayed her, Daniel..his broad shoulders, the way his jeans clung to his thick thighs as he’d walked away earlier, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin that made her want to lick it off. She shoved the image down, horrified, her pulse racing. “I don’t know,” she said, too quickly. “Someone…who’s into me, maybe.”

Lydia’s smirk was all-knowing. “Boring. You need something hot and fast, Ev. Someone who’ll slam you against the wall and fuck you till you can’t think straight..utill you’re begging for more, your pussy dripping and clenching around a cock that owns you.”

The words sent a shockwave through Evelyn, her thighs clenching as her clit started to pound, her nipples hardening against her bra. She took a long gulp of wine, hoping it would douse the fire creeping up her spine. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, her voice unsteady.

“And you fucking love it.” Lydia grinned, then stood up. “I gotta go..early meeting. But think about it, yeah? You’re too hot to waste away in this house.”

After Lydia left, the silence returned.  Evelyn finished her wine, the alcohol washing through her veins and clouding her judgement.  The faint thump of Daniel’s music pulsed from upstairs, a reminder of his presence. She climbed the stairs, intending to say goodnight, but paused outside his room. His door was cracked open, a sliver of light spilling into the hall. She shouldn’t have looked, but her eyes betrayed her.

Daniel lay sprawled on his bed, shirtless, one arm propped behind his head as he scrolled on his phone. His shorts sat low, exposing the sharp V of muscle that dipped below his waistband, a trail of dark hair leading her gaze to the obvious outline of his cock, thick and semi-hard against the fabric. Her breath hitched, her body responding with a shameful throb, pussy getting wet. She should’ve knocked, should’ve turned away, but her feet were glued to the floor.

He looked up, catching her staring. “Hey, Mom. You good?”

“Y-Yeah,” she stammered, forcing a smile that felt like a lie. “Just… goodnight.”

“Night,” he said, his voice soft, his eyes holding hers a beat too long. There was something in his gaze..something raw, unguarded that made her feel exposed, vulnerable in a way that both terrified and thrilled her, sending a fresh wave of arousal straight to her core.

In her bedroom, Evelyn shut the door and leaned against it, her heart still pounding. She stripped off her blouse and skirt, standing before the full-length mirror in her black lace bra and panties. Her body was still Sexy, breasts full and perky, her skin soft but firm. She ran her hands over her curves, imagining they were his..rough, young hands squeezing her tits, fingers dipping into her wet pussy. She hated herself for it, but the guilt only fueled the fire. 

Climbing into bed, the sheets cool against her fevered skin, her hand slipped beneath her panties. She was slick, embarrassingly soaked, her fingers circling her swollen clit as her mind betrayed her again. She pictured Daniel..his strong hands spreading her thighs, his mouth devouring her pussy, tongue flicking her clit until she screamed, then his cock, thick and unrelenting, slamming into her, stretching her as he fucked her like she was his. Her hips bucked, a soft moan escaping and then she snapped, her orgasm crashing through her with a force that left her trembling, guilt and desire tangled in her chest, her cum coating her fingers.  Her thoughts calmed after  the release.  

She knew tomorrow it’d be more of the same..or worse.