The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 17: Chapter 17
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Victoria let out a breathy moan as Ethan's hands tightened around her soft shoulders, his hips moving in a steady rhythm against hers.
"Oh, Ethan... Auntie feels so good," she gasped, eyes squeezed shut, fingers digging into his back as pleasure coursed through her.
The slick sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room, her swollen lips parting with every deep thrust. She trembled beneath him, whimpering incoherently as each stroke sent sparks through her.
Ethan, driven wild, hooked one of her smooth thighs over his shoulder, gripping her full breasts as he plunged into her without restraint.
Victoria was a mess—sweat glistening on her flushed skin, toes curling, back arching as she cried out, "Ah—!"
He fucked her hard, pulling out until only the tip remained before slamming back in, his balls slapping against her with every thrust.
Lost in the pleasure, Victoria's moans turned to desperate screams, her body wracked with ecstasy.
"Auntie, I'm gonna—" Ethan groaned, watching her writhe beneath him. A few more thrusts, and he came with a shudder, collapsing onto her spent body.
Later, when Ethan returned home, noticed the heat in his gaze as it lingered on her. Flushing, she snapped, "Stop staring at me like that!"
But Ethan was already lost in fantasy, his arousal painfully obvious. "Mom, I... I just..." His voice was rough with need.
stiffened. "Ethan, what's wrong with you?"
"Can I... hug you?" He stood, breathing heavily.
"Stay back!" She recoiled. "I'm your mother!"
"But I can't help it..." He gestured helplessly at his straining pants.
Her eyes flicked down, then away, her face burning. "Get ahold of yourself!"
"Please, Mom—"
A sharp slap cut him off. fled to her room, slamming the door. Pressed against it, she clutched her racing heart. God, why do I feel like this?
Just seeing him like that had left her embarrassingly wet. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the memory of that night in the woods flooded back—forbidden, intoxicating.
Needing relief, she grabbed fresh underwear and rushed to the washroom.
Meanwhile, Ethan lay in bed, aching. With his brother home, even jerking off wasn't an option.
Frustrated, he headed for a cold shower—only to spot 's discarded panties in the basin, soaked through.
His pulse spiked. She was turned on too.
Gripping the damp fabric, he brought it to his lips, inhaling her scent.
The next morning at work, Jacob smirked as avoided his gaze.
"What?" she huffed, cheeks pink.
"You look gorgeous today."
"Stop teasing an old woman," she muttered, though the compliment warmed her.
"Here." He pressed a small box into her hands. "A gift."
Curious, she unwrapped it—then nearly dropped it. A sheer black bra and matching lace thong.
"Jacob!" She shoved it back, mortified.
"Come on," he teased. "I spent $200 on these!"
"Oh, Ethan... Auntie feels so good," she gasped, eyes squeezed shut, fingers digging into his back as pleasure coursed through her.
The slick sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room, her swollen lips parting with every deep thrust. She trembled beneath him, whimpering incoherently as each stroke sent sparks through her.
Ethan, driven wild, hooked one of her smooth thighs over his shoulder, gripping her full breasts as he plunged into her without restraint.
Victoria was a mess—sweat glistening on her flushed skin, toes curling, back arching as she cried out, "Ah—!"
He fucked her hard, pulling out until only the tip remained before slamming back in, his balls slapping against her with every thrust.
Lost in the pleasure, Victoria's moans turned to desperate screams, her body wracked with ecstasy.
"Auntie, I'm gonna—" Ethan groaned, watching her writhe beneath him. A few more thrusts, and he came with a shudder, collapsing onto her spent body.
Later, when Ethan returned home, noticed the heat in his gaze as it lingered on her. Flushing, she snapped, "Stop staring at me like that!"
But Ethan was already lost in fantasy, his arousal painfully obvious. "Mom, I... I just..." His voice was rough with need.
stiffened. "Ethan, what's wrong with you?"
"Can I... hug you?" He stood, breathing heavily.
"Stay back!" She recoiled. "I'm your mother!"
"But I can't help it..." He gestured helplessly at his straining pants.
Her eyes flicked down, then away, her face burning. "Get ahold of yourself!"
"Please, Mom—"
A sharp slap cut him off. fled to her room, slamming the door. Pressed against it, she clutched her racing heart. God, why do I feel like this?
Just seeing him like that had left her embarrassingly wet. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the memory of that night in the woods flooded back—forbidden, intoxicating.
Needing relief, she grabbed fresh underwear and rushed to the washroom.
Meanwhile, Ethan lay in bed, aching. With his brother home, even jerking off wasn't an option.
Frustrated, he headed for a cold shower—only to spot 's discarded panties in the basin, soaked through.
His pulse spiked. She was turned on too.
Gripping the damp fabric, he brought it to his lips, inhaling her scent.
The next morning at work, Jacob smirked as avoided his gaze.
"What?" she huffed, cheeks pink.
"You look gorgeous today."
"Stop teasing an old woman," she muttered, though the compliment warmed her.
"Here." He pressed a small box into her hands. "A gift."
Curious, she unwrapped it—then nearly dropped it. A sheer black bra and matching lace thong.
"Jacob!" She shoved it back, mortified.
"Come on," he teased. "I spent $200 on these!"
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