The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Lawrence pedaled her bike home from work, her mind a storm of guilt and twisted satisfaction. What she'd done with Jacob haunted her—she'd corrupted a boy so young. Yet, beneath the shame, a dark thrill pulsed. Money and pleasure, all in one.
As she rolled into the village, a familiar figure stepped into her path. Victoria Lefèvre—her sister-in-law, the woman who'd stolen Ethan's attention. Even in her fifties, Victoria carried herself with a lingering allure, her sleek black dress hugging curves that defied her age. 's grip tightened on the handlebars. This witch—how dare she sink her claws into my son? But she forced a smile. "Oh, Victoria! Where are you off to?"
"! Just finished work?" Victoria chirped, all sweetness.
gave a stiff nod and pedaled past without another word. When she reached home, Ethan was slipping out the door. He froze at the sight of her, eyes darting away. "Mom... you're back."
Her cheeks burned. "Where are you going?"
"Just... taking a walk," he mumbled.
The hesitation in his voice sent her pulse racing. Victoria had been heading out of the village too. Were they meeting? A cold knot twisted in her gut. He's my son. I won't let her ruin him. "Are you going to see her?"
Ethan flinched, his face flushing crimson. "N-no!"
Her voice turned razor-sharp. "Stay away from her. No wonder your grades are slipping! If you keep wasting your time, forget about college. Do you think putting you through school is easy for me?"
The words choked her. The past few days flashed before her—shame, desperation, the things she'd done. Her eyes stung. Ethan ducked his head. "I understand, Mom." Without another word, she shoved her bike into the yard.
Dusk painted the sky as Ethan reached the village outskirts. Victoria was already waiting, arms crossed. "Ethan, what happened last night?" she demanded the second she saw him.
He glanced over his shoulder. "Not here. Let's go somewhere else."
"The usual spot?"
"Too risky now." His mother's suspicion clung to him—what if she followed?
"Then where?"
Ethan chewed his lip. "The threshing ground. Haystacks everywhere—I used to play there as a kid. No one will see us."
Victoria hesitated. "You sure it's safe?"
"Trust me. I hid there for hours—no one ever found me."
"Fine," she relented.
They wove between towering haystacks until they found a hidden nook.
"Now talk," Victoria pressed.
Ethan smirked. "Call me husband first."
She swatted his arm, cheeks pink. "You little devil! I'm your aunt!"
"No story unless you do." His grin widened as she squirmed.
Biting her lip, Victoria leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Husband..."
He pinched her cheek, laughing. "Good girl."
"You're impossible!" She swatted him again, but her eyes glittered. "Now spill."
Ethan told her everything—every filthy detail.
Victoria gasped. Good God—that's... that's depraved. "So that's why that man gave me $500..."
"He gave you money?" Realization hit him like a punch. His mother had done it—for them. Guilt twisted his gut. She'd sacrificed everything.
"Aunt Victoria... Mom knows about us. What do we do?"
She cupped his face. "Don't panic. She won't expose us. If she does, her own... indiscretions come out too. She's not that stupid."
Ethan exhaled. One step at a time.
Then they were tangled together, clothes forgotten. Victoria's body, though nearing fifty, was a masterpiece—creamy skin, full breasts tipped with dusky peaks, a soft belly dusted with curls. Ethan drank her in. No wonder she's so proud of herself.
He couldn't hold back. Pushing her into the hay, he parted her thighs and sank into her wet heat.