Taboo: Part 6

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TABOO: Chapter 6

Evelyn’s world spun with this forbidden fantasy.  Daniel’s naked advances haunting her every thought…his thick cock rubbing her bare pussy, the way he’d stroked himself without shame. She tried to reinforce boundaries, avoiding the living room yoga, wearing baggier clothes, but it was futile; her body craved him, her pussy wet at the thought. 

The reluctance burned…fear of losing him if she gave in…but stopping his boldness felt impossible. 

Daniel pushed harder, parading around  naked most mornings, his erection constant, stroking casually during breakfast chats. “Mom, ever think about sucking a big cock?” he’d ask bluntly, hand pumping his shaft as he ate cereal. She’d always deny her thoughts, but her eyes always wandered to his cock.

One evening, they settled on the couch for a movie—her in a loose tank and shorts, him in a T-shirt and boxers that did nothing to hide his bulge. The flick was some rom-com, but the room was tense. Halfway through, Daniel paused it, turning to her and she knew he had something brewing. 

“Mom, can I ask you something? Did you give good handjobs?”

Evelyn’s pulse raced, pussy clenching. “Daniel, that’s inappropriate. Let’s just  watch the movie.”

He smirked, hand dipping into his boxers, pulling out his cock.  He stroked slowly, looking right at her. “I bet you give great handjobs. The way your hands look… soft, but firm.”

She stared, transfixed, her reluctance warring as her pussy craved him. “Stop this. Put it away.” But she didn’t move, she watched as his hand slid up and down the shaft.

Instead, he reached for her hand, guiding it to his cock.  “Just feel it, Mom. Please.”

“Daniel, we can’t do this,” she whispered, trying to pull back, but her hand stayed, fingers wrapping around the girth instinctively. It was so thick, her hand barely circled it.

He placed his hand over hers, helping her stroke…slow at first, then faster, his hips bucking slightly. “See? Feels good, right?”

She resisted verbally, but her body betrayed her, hand moving with him, feeling his cock throb. “This is wrong…we have to stop.” But the words were weak, her clit aching as she jerked him.

After a few minutes, he released her hand, leaning back. To her horror—and thrill—she didn’t stop, stroking on her own, up and down the length, twisting at the head, feeling it swell. “Fuck, Mom… yeah, just like that.”

His cock twitched, balls drawing up, and he came hard…ropes of thick cum shooting into the air, falling on his stomach, drooling over her hand in sticky streams. She milked him through it, mesmerized by the sheer volume. 

Evelyn yanked her hand back, cum dripping from her fingers, face burning with shame and desire. Without a word, she stood and bolted upstairs to the bathroom locking her door.  Her heart was hammering as she washed away the cum from her hands. 

Downstairs, Daniel cleaned up, grinning knowing she was breaking.