The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 21: Chapter 21
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The sharp crack of skin on skin echoed through the room as Lawrence struck Ethan again.
"I love you, Mom!" Ethan Roland blurted out, bracing himself like a condemned man facing execution.
Another stinging slap landed on his cheek.
"Stop saying that or I'll slap the words right out of your mouth!" 's voice cracked with emotion. "After everything I've sacrificed for you—how could you do this to me?"
"Hit me all you want," Ethan said, his voice thick with emotion. Kneeling on the floor, he shuffled forward and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pressing his tear-streaked face against her leg. "I'll never stop loving you. I know my grades slipped—but how can I focus when all I think about is you? Say yes, and I swear I'll study harder. But if you turn me away..."
froze. His words hit her like a physical blow. After a long silence, she whispered, "You really mean that?"
"Of course, Mom." He clung tighter, his voice breaking. "We already crossed that line once... what's one more time? I miss you so much."
's mind spun. He had a point—he wasn't backing down, and saying no might make things worse. And if it helped his grades...
"You'll be the death of me," she sighed, defeat heavy in her voice. "Get up before someone sees us like this."
Ethan didn't need to be told twice. He sprang up and pulled her into a crushing embrace, feeling her soft curves mold against him. This time, she didn't resist.
His hands roamed greedily over her body, finally claiming what he'd been craving.
"Ethan—stop!" she gasped halfheartedly, her fingers barely resisting as they closed around his wrist. Her flushed face told him everything he needed to know. Heat surged through him, his growing hardness pressing insistently against her.
When their lips met again, she kissed him back with equal hunger.
"Mom, I need to touch you," he murmured, already hiking up her dress and tugging her panties down.
"Not here," she panted, pushing him away just enough to yank her underwear back up. "Someone could walk in. Wait until everyone's asleep—meet me in the storage shed."
Ethan's heart nearly exploded with triumph. He stole one last kiss before she could protest.
"You impossible boy," muttered, swatting his shoulder even as her cheeks burned. "Now get out before someone notices."
The hours crawled by. By 11 PM, when the house had finally fallen silent, Ethan crept to the shed, his pulse hammering in his throat. He cleared a space in the corner, arranging straw into a crude bed. Any minute now...
But thirty agonizing minutes passed with no sign of her.
Was she playing him? Doubt crept in, but she wouldn't have told him to wait if she didn't mean it...
Meanwhile, lay stiffly in bed, waiting for Daniel's breathing to even out. Her thoughts churned.
This is wrong... but what choice do I have? That desperate look in Ethan's eyes had shattered her defenses. And if his grades kept falling... Maybe giving in would fix things.
The clock ticked toward midnight. When Daniel's snores finally filled the room, she slipped out and headed to the shed.
"Mom..." Ethan's whisper cut through the darkness like a lifeline.
She exhaled shakily. "I'm here."
"You took forever."
"Ethan, I'm scared. Maybe this is—"
"Don't be scared," he murmured, pulling her close before she could finish. "I love you."
She melted against him, her face burning. "I know how you feel, but... this isn't right."
"I love you, Mom!" Ethan Roland blurted out, bracing himself like a condemned man facing execution.
Another stinging slap landed on his cheek.
"Stop saying that or I'll slap the words right out of your mouth!" 's voice cracked with emotion. "After everything I've sacrificed for you—how could you do this to me?"
"Hit me all you want," Ethan said, his voice thick with emotion. Kneeling on the floor, he shuffled forward and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pressing his tear-streaked face against her leg. "I'll never stop loving you. I know my grades slipped—but how can I focus when all I think about is you? Say yes, and I swear I'll study harder. But if you turn me away..."
froze. His words hit her like a physical blow. After a long silence, she whispered, "You really mean that?"
"Of course, Mom." He clung tighter, his voice breaking. "We already crossed that line once... what's one more time? I miss you so much."
's mind spun. He had a point—he wasn't backing down, and saying no might make things worse. And if it helped his grades...
"You'll be the death of me," she sighed, defeat heavy in her voice. "Get up before someone sees us like this."
Ethan didn't need to be told twice. He sprang up and pulled her into a crushing embrace, feeling her soft curves mold against him. This time, she didn't resist.
His hands roamed greedily over her body, finally claiming what he'd been craving.
"Ethan—stop!" she gasped halfheartedly, her fingers barely resisting as they closed around his wrist. Her flushed face told him everything he needed to know. Heat surged through him, his growing hardness pressing insistently against her.
When their lips met again, she kissed him back with equal hunger.
"Mom, I need to touch you," he murmured, already hiking up her dress and tugging her panties down.
"Not here," she panted, pushing him away just enough to yank her underwear back up. "Someone could walk in. Wait until everyone's asleep—meet me in the storage shed."
Ethan's heart nearly exploded with triumph. He stole one last kiss before she could protest.
"You impossible boy," muttered, swatting his shoulder even as her cheeks burned. "Now get out before someone notices."
The hours crawled by. By 11 PM, when the house had finally fallen silent, Ethan crept to the shed, his pulse hammering in his throat. He cleared a space in the corner, arranging straw into a crude bed. Any minute now...
But thirty agonizing minutes passed with no sign of her.
Was she playing him? Doubt crept in, but she wouldn't have told him to wait if she didn't mean it...
Meanwhile, lay stiffly in bed, waiting for Daniel's breathing to even out. Her thoughts churned.
This is wrong... but what choice do I have? That desperate look in Ethan's eyes had shattered her defenses. And if his grades kept falling... Maybe giving in would fix things.
The clock ticked toward midnight. When Daniel's snores finally filled the room, she slipped out and headed to the shed.
"Mom..." Ethan's whisper cut through the darkness like a lifeline.
She exhaled shakily. "I'm here."
"You took forever."
"Ethan, I'm scared. Maybe this is—"
"Don't be scared," he murmured, pulling her close before she could finish. "I love you."
She melted against him, her face burning. "I know how you feel, but... this isn't right."
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