Listen, it’s nice that you decided to visit your friend’s mom and have tea with me. But I want to fu

Title: “Tea Time Taboo”

The doorbell rang, its chimes echoing through the house. Cindy smiled, wiping her hands on her apron as she hurried to answer the front door. Her stepson Jesse stood there, looking shy and nervous. “Hey, Jess. Come on in! I’m so glad you could make it,” she greeted, ushering him inside.

Jesse fidgeted, uncertain of what to say or do. It had been a while since he’d seen Cindy, his dad’s new wife. She moved in six months ago, and ever since, his visits had become less frequent. Cindy was a beautiful woman, with long auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, and a figure that turned heads. Jesse had always found her attractive, but he tried to push such thoughts away. She was family now, off-limits.

“I…I didn’t know if you’d want to see me,” Jesse stammered, following Cindy into the kitchen.

“Of course I do, sweetie! You’re always welcome here,” she replied, putting the kettle on for tea. Her silky purple robe swayed with her movements, hinting at the curves beneath.

As they waited for the water to boil, Cindy and Jesse made awkward small talk, unsure how to navigate this new dynamic in their relationship. Cindy thought back to the first time she’d seen Jesse, a scrawny boy of fifteen who had tried to hide his growing pains and insecurities. He’d blossomed into a handsome young man, and Cindy couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something forbidden stirring within her.

“Listen, it’s nice that you decided to visit your friend’s mom and have tea with me. But I want to fuck,” Cindy blurted out suddenly, her face flushing pink. She clapped a hand over her mouth, appalled at her own forwardness.

Jesse gaped at her, his eyes wide with shock. “What? Are you serious?”

“I…I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” Cindy apologized, averting her gaze. “I shouldn’t have said that. I just…I can’t stop thinking about you, Jesse. About what we could do together.”

She reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against Jesse’s cheek. He shivered at her touch, his resolve crumbling. “Cindy, we can’t. It’s wrong,” he breathed, even as his body betrayed him, his pants tightening.

“Is it?” Cindy countered, her hand sliding down to caress Jesse’s arousal through his jeans. “Does it feel wrong to you?”

Jesse groaned, his hips bucking into her touch. “No,” he admitted, his voice hoarse with desire. “But it’s my dad’s wife. And I’m his son. We can’t…”

“We can, and we will,” Cindy purred, pushing Jesse back against the kitchen counter and straddling his hips. She leaned in close, her breasts pressing against his chest as she captured his mouth in a searing kiss. Jesse replied hungrily, his hands roaming over Cindy’s body, tugging at her robe.

“I want you,” Cindy gasped when they finally broke apart. “I want you so badly, Jesse. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

She peeled off her robe, revealing the sheer negligee she wore underneath. Jesse’s hands trembled as he reached out to touch her, his fingertips trailing over her heaving breasts, down her flat stomach, between her thighs. Cindy moaned, her head falling back as Jesse’s fingers met her slick, heated core.

“You’re so wet,” he marveled, slipping a finger inside her. Cindy whimpered, grinding against his hand.

“Only for you,” she panted, assisting him in removing his clothes. Jesse’s cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing. Cindy licked her lips, eyeing his impressive length. She sunk to her knees, taking him in her mouth with a throaty moan.

Jesse fisted his hands in Cindy’s hair, thrusting into her warm, welcoming mouth. Cindy took him deep, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She pulled back, releasing him with a wet pop.

“I want you inside me,” she demanded, turning and bending over the counter. Jesse didn’t hesitate, Iining up behind her and sliding into her tight heat with a guttural groan. Cindy cried out, pushing back against him as he filled her utterly.

They moved together, skin slapping against skin, Cindy’s moans and Jesse’s grunts filling the kitchen. Cindy’s hands scrabble against the countertop, fingers gripping the edge for leverage as Jesse pounded into her from behind. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body, her inner walls fluttering around Jesse’s cock.

“I’m close,” Jesse gritted out, his hips snapping forward at a brutal pace. Cindy could only nod, her own climax building rapidly.

“I’m…I’m…fuck!” Cindy screamed as she came undone, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. Jesse followed soon after, enterrimg his cock deep inside her and spilling his release.

They stayed like that for a moment, bodies pressed together, pulses racing. Then, slowly, they disentangled, Cindy turning to face Jesse. She cupped his face in her hands, kissing him deeply.

“I meant what I said,” she murmured against his lips. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You.”

Jesse smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I wanted you too,” he admitted. “Even if it’s wrong, I don’t care. I need you, Cindy.”

“And you’ve got me,” she promised, capturing his lips once more. They spent the rest of the afternoon and evening exploring each other’s bodies, making up for lost time. And as the sun set, Jesse knew he’d never look at Cindy the same way again. He was hers, and she was his. No matter what society said.

THE END