The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 20: Chapter 20

The summer heat pressed down mercilessly as Lawrence watched beads of sweat roll down Ethan Roland's forehead. These past few days had been unusually sweltering, and guilt prickled at her conscience. Giving him the silent treatment day after day wasn't fair—not to a teenage boy whose emotions already ran as hot as the weather. She reached for a towel, deciding to show him some kindness.
Today's white sundress clung to 's curves, the thin fabric doing little to hide the straps of her bra beneath. Her full breasts moved with each step, a temptation that would make any red-blooded male's mouth go dry.
Setting the basin down, she bent to wring out the towel. From Ethan's vantage point, the view was intoxicating—the sway of her hips, the flash of white panties peeking beneath the dress. His body reacted instantly, that familiar heat pooling in his groin. At nineteen, his hormones had a mind of their own.
"Here," said, turning with the damp towel. The sleeve of her dress slipped back, revealing porcelain skin. "You're drenched."
Ethan wiped his face hastily and handed it back. But as their fingers brushed, something reckless took hold. He seized her wrist.
"Ethan!" Her cheeks flamed scarlet. "What—"
In one motion, he yanked her against him. There was no mistaking the hard length pressing into her stomach.
stiffened, then began struggling. "Let go right now or I'll—"
"Mom, I'm crazy about you." His voice came out rough, desperate. "Ever since the woods... I can't stop thinking about you." One arm locked around her waist as the other cradled her head. Then his mouth crashed down on hers.
made a muffled sound of protest, her lips sealed tight. Ethan didn't care. He traced their seam with his tongue while his hand slid under her dress, kneading the soft flesh of her ass.
A shudder ran through her. Her pushes against his chest grew weaker, her protests dissolving into whimpers.
When she still refused to open for him, Ethan ground his hips forward. The pressure made her gasp—just enough for him to slip his tongue inside.
For one terrifying second, he imagined her teeth clamping down. But instead, her tongue met his in a hesitant dance. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him back, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.
Drunk on her response, Ethan hiked up her dress. His fingers found damp cotton. When he hooked them under the waistband, grabbed his wrist—but her resistance was half-hearted at best.
The moment his fingers slid inside her, her nails dug into his shoulders. Certain of his victory, Ethan released her back to cup a breast—
Big mistake.
's teeth sank into his lip. She shoved him away with surprising strength. The slap that followed stung like hell.
"How could you?" Her voice shook as she straightened her clothes. "I'm your mother!"
Ethan dropped to his knees, blood on his lips. "You never told anyone about the woods. That means something—"
Another slap cracked through the air.
"I love you, Mom!" The words burst out, raw and desperate.
The second strike barely registered. He'd say it a thousand times if he had to.