TABOO: Part 7

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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 do to me.”

“Daniel, stop—” but she moaned as he rubbed along her dripping pussy, head teasing her entrance, then her asshole.

“Just say yes. I’ll push in right here.”

She pushed back involuntarily, the tip breaching her folds slightly, but pulled away, sobbing with need. 

“We can’ t do this…you’ll leave me.”

“What?  I would Never leave you,” he growled, but let her go.

That night, alone in bed, more texts:

Daniel: I need you, Mom. My cock’s so hard thinking about you.

Evelyn: This has to end. But… tell me what you’d do.

Daniel: I’d lay you down and spread your legs…eat you till you cum, then fuck you hard.

She came reading it, fingers buried in her cunt.

The next day snapped her. He cornered her in the living room, naked, stroking. 

“Handjob again? Or more?”

Reluctance shattered—she dropped to her knees, sucking him deep, throat working his shaft, tasting pre-cum. He groaned, fucking her mouth gently. 

“Fuck, Mom… yes.”

She pulled off, standing, yanking off her clothes. “I need you..Now.”

He bent her over the couch, slamming in—his thick cock stretching her tight pussy, pounding hard, tits bouncing. “Fuck you’re so tight, Mom!”

She screamed, cumming around him, her pussy milking his cock. He flipped her, missionary, sucking her nipples as he railed deep, then pulled out, cumming on her tits.

Guilt hit, but lust won. “More,” she begged.

They fucked again—kitchen counter, her riding him reverse. He carried her upstairs and placed her on his bed and ate her pussy like he promised.

Exhausted, she whispered, “This can’t last forever.”

He kissed her. “For now, it can.”