Taboo: Part 3 (Long Form)

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Chapter 3

The days blurred into a haze of inappropriate glances and uncomfortable silences.  Evelyn threw herself into routines, scrubbing counters until they gleamed, folding laundry with mechanical precision, anything to keep her hands busy and her mind from wandering to far into this fucked up fantasy with Daniel.  It was hard not noticing the way his jeans hugged his thighs, or the faint outline of his cock when he lounged on the couch. 

At 36, she felt more alive than she had in years. Her body aching with constant arousal—her nipples hardening at the sound of his voice, her pussy clenching  whenever he brushed past her. But the fear gnawed at her: What if she gave in? What if her advances scared him off, pushed him away and he moved in with his dad instead?

The thought of losing him, of the house echoing even emptier, kept her fantasies just that..a storm raging behind a fragile fantasy.

Daniel, meanwhile, was a bundle of frustrated energy.  At 19, his hormones ran wild, fueled by every glimpse of his mother’s sexy curves—the swell of her tits under her tank tops, her ass as she bent over to load the dishwasher. He’d taken to “accidentally” invading her space, testing boundaries while pretending to be innocent, his hard cock pressing against her just long enough to make her gasp before he pulled back with an excuse. Each time, he’d retreat to his room, stroking himself to the feeling of her soft body against his.  What it felt like to bury his cock between her ass and the slight whimper she made before moving.  

He held back, sensing her reluctance, not wanting to shatter the fragile thread between them.

One morning, Evelyn stood at the kitchen sink, her hands wrist-deep in soapy water as she washed the breakfast dishes. Her sundress clung to her in the humid air, the thin fabric outlining her lace panties and the curve of her hips. She heard Daniel enter, his footsteps heavy on the tile, but she didn’t turn..afraid she would only encourage him.

He moved behind her, closer than necessary, reaching for a cabinet above her head. “Just grabbing a bowl for cereal,” he muttered, his voice low and casual. But as he stretched, his hips pressed forward, his semi-hard cock grinding against the cleft of her ass through their clothes. She felt it—thick, insistent as he placed himself there for a heartbeat too long. A jolt shot through her, her clit instantly throbbing, her panties growing damp as her body screamed for more.

Evelyn froze, then abruptly shifted sideways, her cheeks flushing hot. “Daniel, watch it,” she said, her voice sharp but unsteady, forcing a laugh to cover the awkwardness. She gripped the sponge tighter, scrubbing a plate with unnecessary force, her mind reeling..had he done that on purpose? The thought drove her wild.  If she called him out, would he pull away? Deny it? Worse, pack his bags for his dad’s place?

“Sorry, Mom,” he said, stepping back with the bowl, his tone apologetic but his eyes lingering on her ass as he poured his cereal. “Tight space in here.” He sat at the table, adjusting himself discreetly under the table, his cock aching from the brief contact.

She nodded, not trusting her voice, and finished the dishes with shaking hands. 

Later that afternoon, while she vacuumed the living room, he “helped” by moving furniture, brushing against her side, his arm grazing her tits. She wanted to feel him.  She could see the subtle hardness in his shorts, but pulled away quickly, muttering about needing to dust upstairs. Each incident left her breathless, her pussy leaking and craving him, but she buried it deep, terrified of the consequences.

That afternoon , Evelyn decided to tan by the pool to clear her head, the late summer sun a welcome distraction. She slipped into her bikini—black strings tied at her hips, the top barely containing her full tits—and stretched out on a lounge chair, oil slicking her skin. The backyard was private, fenced in, but she didn’t know Daniel was watching from his upstairs window, hidden behind the curtains.

He’d heard the back door open and peeked out, his breath catching at the sight of her. Her body glistened, curves on full display, her ass cheeks peeking from the bottoms as she adjusted. His cock hardened instantly, tenting his shorts. “Fuck,” he whispered, unzipping quietly and wrapping his hand around his shaft. He stroked slowly at first, eyes glued to her as she rubbed oil over her thighs, her hands sliding close to her pussy mound. Pre-cum beaded at his tip as he imagined tasting her, spreading those legs and licking her clit until she moaned. He pumped faster, hiding in the shadows, his balls tightening—but then she shifted, glancing up, and he ducked back, heart pounding, unfinished and frustrated.

Evelyn felt eyes on her but shook it off as paranoia, though the sensation made her skin tingle, her nipples peaking under the bikini top. The idea thrilled and terrified her..him peaking out the window at her like that, his young cock hard for her. But she pushed it down once again. 

That night, alone in bed, Evelyn’s hand slipped between her legs, circling her swollen clit as she relived the day’s teases. She came hard, muffling her cries, but guilt flooded in with the same thoughts..what if acting on this drove him away? 

The next morning brought more tension. Evelyn was at the counter, chopping vegetables for lunch, her yoga pants hugging her ass. Daniel entered, “needing” a snack from the pantry behind her. He pressed close, his morning wood..hard and insistent..grinding against her ass as he reached high. She felt every inch as he pushed through the fabric..her pussy aching instantly. 

She jerked away, knife clattering. “Daniel! Be careful,” she said, voice breathy, face flushed.

“Sorry, Mom—just grabbing chips,” he replied, innocent as ever.

She nodded, turning back to the cutting board, her thighs slick. The pattern continued: him watching her bend over to pick up laundry, stroking himself hidden in the doorway; her catching glimpses of his bulge during movie night, shifting uncomfortably as her pussy ached. Each tease fueled the confusion, the reluctance in her growing alongside the desire, her fear of losing him the only thing holding her back.

By late evening, Evelyn’s resolve wavered. She texted him from the living room while he was upstairs, needing the distance to voice her turmoil.

She sent him a text:

Mom: Hey, everything okay with you lately? You’ve been… bumping into me a lot

His response came quick, her phone buzzing.

Daniel: Yeah, sorry about that. House feels small sometimes. You good?

Evelyn: I’m fine. Just… miss how things used to be. Don’t want anything to change.

Daniel: Me too. But maybe some changes aren’t bad? Idk.

She stared at the screen, her pussy throbbing, but typed back carefully.

Evelyn: Let’s just take it slow. You’re all I have left.

Daniel: Always here for you, Mom. 

Whatever you need.

The words hung heavy, teasing to the edge, but she didn’t push—couldn’t risk it. 

Not yet. 

The slow burn simmered on, confusion and desire twisting tighter with every accidental touch, every hidden glance.