Taboo: Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

The next morning, Evelyn woke up feeling the way she did the night before.  Sleep did little to ease the heavy weight that had settled over the household. 

The air was thick with the sharp aroma of coffee brewing.  Evelyn stood at the stove, her movements mechanical as she flipped pancakes, the sizzle of batter against the hot griddle a faint distraction from the storm raging in her thoughts. Her cotton robe, tied loosely at the waist, grazed her thighs, the thin fabric doing little to hide the curve of her hips or that fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  Her auburn hair was swept into a messy bun, strands escaping to frame her face. At 36, she was still a beauty, but the mirror of her mind reflected only guilt and a desire she refused to look in the face.  A deep, throbbing ache that pulsed between her legs every time her thoughts strayed to him.

Daniel sat at the table, his dark hair still damp from an early shower. His white t-shirt clung to his shoulders, stretched tight across the muscles he’d earned at the gym, and his jeans hung low, the subtle bulge that made her mouth go dry. His eyes found  her when he thought she wasn’t looking, tracing the sway of her hips as she moved, the way her ass filled out the robe, then dropping back to his phone. Last night’s memory burned in him..her silhouette in his doorway, the desperation in her gaze, the way it had stripped him bare and made his cock twitch. It stirred again now, and he shifted uncomfortably, willing his body to behave, his balls tightening as he fought the urge to adjust himself.

“Pancakes okay?” Evelyn asked, sliding a plate in front of him, her fingers brushing his knuckles, a fleeting touch that sent a spark racing up her arm, straight to her already throbbing clit.

“Yeah, thanks,” Daniel muttered, his voice soft and nervous. He kept his eyes on the plate, but he couldn’t stop looking over at her, making his cock throb faintly in his jeans.

Evelyn turned back to the stove, her heart pounding. The last night’s fantasy clung to her..her fingers buried in her pussy imagining it was his hands, his weight pinning her down, his thick cock stretching her wide. She woke up this way..horny as fuck, her panties soaked through, her body screaming for something she shouldn’t want, something forbidden.  Now it was her stealing glances at him, she noticed the sharp line of his jaw, the faint stubble that made him look less like her boy and more like a man..a man who stirred something dark and reckless in her core. 

“Got plans today?” she asked, desperate to drown the silence before her thoughts consumed her, before she gave in to the urge to drop to her knees right there.

He shrugged, stabbing a pancake with his fork. “Class, then the gym. Gotta stay on top of things.” His eyes looked up, his eyes catching hers for a heartbeat, and she saw it..something raw. 

“The gym’s really paying off,” she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them, laced with an admiration that felt too intimate, too hungry. Her cheeks burned, and she turned away, scrubbing at an already-clean pan to hide her embarrassment, her thighs rubbing together subtly to ease the building pressure.

Daniel’s fork froze mid-air, his mouth full as he swallowed hard. “Thanks,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. He shifted in his seat, and she wondered..God forgive her..if he was as hard as she was wet, his cock straining against the denim, begging to be released. The thought sent a pulse right to her clit throbbing as she pressed her thighs together under the robe.

They ate in silence, the clink of silverware and the hum of the refrigerator di nothing to calm the tension. When Daniel finished, he stood, his chair scraping the floor, the sound breaking the silence. “Gotta head out,” he said, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “See you tonight?”

“Yeah,” Evelyn replied, her smile tight, her lips tingling with the urge to say something more..to beg him to stay, to push her against the counter and take what they both craved. “Have a good day, sweetheart.”

He paused at the door, his hand on the knob, and for a moment, she thought he might turn back, might say something to crack the bullshit between them, to admit the filthy thoughts were also swirling in his head. But he just nodded and left, the door clicking shut with a finality that echoed in her chest, leaving her alone with her soaked panties and throbbing clit.

Evelyn exhaled, her hands trembling as she gripped the counter. She needed to move, to burn off the restless energy  that was consuming her. She spent the day cleaning..scrubbing floors, wiping down cabinets, attacking every surface with a vengeance, as if she could erase the shame that clung to her like cum on her skin. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw Daniel..his sweat-slicked body from the mowing the lawn, his eyes burning into hers, she imagined his hips pressed against hers, his cock slamming into her pussy.  She could do nothing to stop these thoughts.

By late afternoon, she was spent, her muscles sore, her mind still a mess and just as exhausted. She poured herself a glass of iced tea and collapsed onto the couch, her phone buzzing with a text from Lydia: 

“You alive, girl? Or did the wine take you out? Call me. 

Evelyn managed a faint smile but didn’t respond. Lydia’s words from last night echoed.  “You need to loosen up, Ev. Find someone who’ll fuck you senseless.”  It wasn’t matter of finding “someone” any longer.  

The front door opened hours later, and Daniel stepped inside, his gym bag slung over his shoulder. His t-shirt was damp, clinging to his chest, outlining every ridge of muscle, the sweat making the fabric nearly transparent. His dark hair was a mess and the sight of him stole the air from Evelyn’s lungs, her pussy clenching was stirring as he approached.

“Hey,” he said, dropping his bag by the door, his voice low and tired. “Long day.”

“You look exhausted,” she said, her tone softer than she meant, laced with a concern that felt too intimate.   She stood, smoothing her robe, suddenly aware of how it rode up her thighs, how it barely concealed her panties beneath, her nipples poking through. “Want some iced tea? I just made a pitcher.”

“Sure,” he said, following her to the kitchen. He leaned against the counter as she poured, close enough that she could smell the salt of his sweat, the faint scent of his body wash.  Her hands shook as she handed him the glass, their fingers brushing, lingering a second too long. Neither pulled away, the touch sending a jolt straight to her clit.

“Thanks,” he muttered, his eyes locking onto hers, dark and heavy with something unspoken..lust, maybe, or the same forbidden thoughts that made her knees weak. He took a slow sip, his lips wrapping around the glass, and she couldn’t look away from the line of his throat, the way his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed, imagining those lips on her skin, sucking her nipples until she begged him to stop.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered, her voice catching. The air between them was thick and full with everything they weren’t saying..the way she wanted him to bend her over right there, to fill her aching pussy with his cock. She stepped back, her hip bumping the counter, and turned to the sink, needing space, needing air. But Daniel didn’t move, his presence a weight she could feel against her skin. “Mom,” he said, his voice low, hesitant, like he was stepping onto thin ice. “Can I ask you something?”

Her heart stuttered, her fingers gripping the sink’s edge until her knuckles whitened. “Of course, sweetheart,” she said, her body humming with anticipation.  He paused, his breath slow and deliberate, each exhale a sound that seemed to stroke her nerves, making her clit pulse. “Are you… okay? Like..Really okay? With Dad gone, you seem… I don’t know. Different.”

The question cut through her, exposing the raw turmoil she was dealing with inside. She wanted to lie, to put on a smile and say she was fine, but the truth clawed at her demanding release. “I’m trying,” she said finally, turning to face him. His eyes were intense, searching, and she felt stripped bare under his gaze, her robe no shield against his stare, her pussy weeping with need. “It’s harder than I thought it would be.”

He nodded, stepping closer, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body..she could see the pulse beating at the base of his throat, could almost feel the hardness pressing against his shorts. “I hate seeing you hurt,” he said, his voice rough with something that wasn’t just concern, something that sent a shiver down her spine and straight to her core. “You deserve better than him.”

The words were a spark, igniting something  between them. Evelyn’s breath hitched, her body screaming and wanted to close the distance, to feel his hands on her, to lose herself in the naughtiness of her thoughts..she wanted his cock buried deep inside her, pounding her until she screamed. 

“Daniel…” she started, her voice a plea, but she was lost for words.  She couldn’t say—stop, or don’t stop.  

He set the glass down, his hand brushing her arm as he did, and the contact was electric, her nipples hardening against the lace of her bra, she felt her pussy drooling juices down her thigh. “I’m here, Mom,” he said, his voice a low growl that only made things worse. “Whatever you need.”

The words were innocent, but the way he said them..raw, intimate..made her body ache even more, her pussy clenching around nothing. She should’ve stepped back, should’ve sent him upstairs, but her feet were rooted, her hand trembling as it reached out, grazing his chest. The damp fabric of his shirt was warm under her fingers, his muscles twitching at her touch. “Daniel,” she whispered again, her voice breaking, her free hand itching to slide lower, to cup the bulge she knew was there.

He froze, his breath catching, his eyes darkening with something dangerous, something that mirrored the fire in her veins—pure, animal lust. For a moment, they stood there, her hand on his chest, his heart pounding against her touch. Then his hand covered hers, pressing it harder against him, “Mom,” he said, his voice a rumble, and the sound made her wetter, her panties clinging to her slick folds, her clit begging for friction.  She yanked her hand back, her face burning with shame and desire, her body on fire. “I—I need to start dinner,” she stammered, turning away, her heart racing so fast she thought it might burst, her legs were shaky. “Go… go shower or something.”

He didn’t move for a moment, his breath heavy, the outline of his hard cock visible in her peripheral vision. Then he nodded, his voice strained. “Yeah. Okay.” As he walked away, she caught the full view of his erection, straining against his shorts, thick and insistent, and her knees nearly gave out, her pussy spasming at the sight.

Alone in the kitchen, Evelyn gripped the counter, her body trembling with a need she couldn’t quench. She was drowning in it, the wrongness of it all—a mother craving for her son’s cock. 

Upstairs, the shower started, and she imagined him under the water, his muscles slick and soapy, his hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft as he thought of her, stroking himself to the edge. The image was too much, and she pressed her thighs together, her fingers twitching with the urge to touch herself, to plunge into her dripping pussy and cum to the fantasy of him filling her.

That night, she lay in bed, her body still awake with unspent desire. Her fingers slipped beneath her panties, finding herself slick and swollen, and she circled her clit with frantic need, imagining Daniel’s hands spreading her open, his mouth devouring her pussy, then his cock thrusting in, fucking her raw and deep. She came with a muffled cry, her back arching off the bed, pleasure and guilt twisting together in one big fucking knot that she couldn’t untangle, her orgasm leaving her spent but still hungry.

In his room, Daniel lay awake, his hand stroking his cock, hard and aching, veins pulsing under his grip. He pictured her curves bare and her eyes begging.  Her soft moans filling the air as he fucked her, deep and relentless, her tight pussy clenching around his cock, milking him dry. His release hit hard, his cum spurting out over his fist in hot ropes, but it wasn’t enough. 

The need for her was a fire, burning hotter with every glance, every touch—a blaze that threatened to consume them both.

The house was silent, but the current between them was alive, pulling them toward something neither could turn back from.