Taboo: Part 8 (Finale)

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TABOO: Chapter 8

The dam had finally released, and what poured out was pure, unfiltered lust…A  nonstop hunger that turned the Harper house into a private playground of sweat, moans, and orgasms. 

Evelyn’s reluctance had burned away in the intensity of Daniel’s pursuit, leaving only raw hunger in its place. He slept with her now.  In the bed she once shared with his father.  She woke each morning with his thick cock already hard against her thigh, her pussy wet before she even opened her eyes. 

No more hiding behind “we shouldn’t” or bolting upstairs every time things got tense…she craved him now, needed the stretch of his young cock splitting her open, the way he filled her so completely that guilt felt like a distant memory.

Daniel was ready 24/7, his 19-year-old body was a machine built for her. He didn’t ask anymore—he took, but always with that loving edge that made her melt. Mornings started slow and filthy: she’d slide under the sheets, wrapping her lips around his morning wood, sucking him deep until her throat bulged and saliva dripped down his balls. “Fuck, Mom… swallow it all,” he’d groan, fisting her auburn hair as he erupted down her throat.  She’d pull off with a gasp, cum drooling down her chin, then kiss him so he could taste himself on her tongue.

Afternoons were for the pool…her oiled up like a goddess, tits shining under the sun, riding him reverse cowgirl on the lounge chair while the water lapped nearby. Her ass cheeks clapped against his thighs, pussy squeezing around his cock, her juices coating his balls as she bounced harder, faster. “God, you get so deep,” He’d grip her hips, slamming up into her, then flip her and finish inside—her pussy leaking out as she lay there trembling.

Evenings belonged to the couch, rough and primal. He’d bend her over the armrest, yanking her shorts aside (she rarely wore panties anymore), and rail her from behind…with one hand fisted in her hair, the other spanking her ass until it glowed red. 

“Take it..squeeze my cock with that tight pussy.” Each thrust made her tits swing, nipples scraping the fabric, until she came screaming. He’d pull out at the last second sometimes, painting her back in hot streaks. 

But the real peak—the explosive conclusion that sealed their fate, came on a humid Friday night after a marathon that left them both wrecked.

It started in the kitchen, where Evelyn was “cleaning” the counter in nothing but an apron, her full tits spilling over the top, ass bare and inviting. Daniel walked in naked, cock already rock-hard and throbbing. No words at first—he simply stepped behind her, slid two fingers into her dripping pussy, and finger-fucked her until her knees buckled.

“Daniel… fuck…” she gasped, pushing back onto his hand.

He spun her around, lifted her onto the counter, and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue devoured her her swollen clit, then rimming her tight asshole while two fingers curled inside her pussy, hitting that spot that made her squirt across the tile. She came with a guttural cry, thighs clamping his head, juices flooding his mouth.

That night they collapsed on the bed, his cum still trickling from pussy.  Then Evelyn spoke, voice soft but steady, the last flicker of that old fear finally extinguished. “We can keep doing this… whatever this is for as long as you want or until you move out on your own find until you get a girlfriend. Deal?”

Daniel rolled her onto her back, sliding between her legs again—his cock already hardening against her thigh, slick with their mixed juices. He kissed her slow and deep, then thrust back into her pussy, filling her completely in one smooth stroke. They rocked together, intimate and unhurried, her legs wrapped around his waist, nails raking his back.

He buried his face in her neck, hips rolling deep, and whispered the words that ended it all:

“Mom… you’re the only girl I want.”

They stayed locked together long after he came…his cock softening inside her, cum leaking onto the sheets.

For now, this was theirs.

The end