The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 22: Chapter 22
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"Don't worry, Mom. Just relax. Nobody in the family has to know—as long as we keep this between us," Ethan murmured, his hands gliding over 's back as his lips brushed against her skin.
"Mmm..." exhaled, her breath shaky. "But promise me you'll focus on your studies from now on, okay?"
She couldn't bring herself to deny him anymore. The only way to quiet her guilt was to make him swear—to convince herself this wasn't just reckless indulgence.
Ethan's hand cupped her breast, squeezing roughly as he whispered, "I will, Mom. I won't let you down. I'll get into a good college."
"Ah—easy," she gasped, flinching at the sudden pressure.
His tongue slipped past her lips, claiming her mouth. She melted into him, arms winding around his neck, her full breasts crushed against his chest. Their kiss deepened, wet and hungry, soft whimpers escaping her throat.
"Mom, let's get these clothes off," Ethan breathed between kisses.
hesitated, then gave a small nod, pulling away just enough to let him undress her.
"Look at me," he urged, guiding her hand to the hard length straining against his pants. "I'm aching for you."
The second her fingers grazed him, heat rushed to her face. "You're impossible."
"This is how much I want you," he muttered, his own cheeks flushed.
shot him a look—half-scolding, half-fond. "Little devil." She reached for the hem of her nightgown, peeling it off in one slow motion. As she lifted her arms, Ethan caught a glimpse of the dark shadow beneath, sending a thrill straight through him.
In the dim light, her body was a pale silhouette—only the curves of her bra and panties visible before she unhooked the clasp, letting her heavy breasts spill free.
Standing bare before her son, 's pulse hammered. Shame burned through her, but beneath it simmered something far more dangerous—a dark, undeniable hunger.
Ethan's gaze raked over her, his cock twitching at the sight. The shadow between her thighs was maddening, a temptation he couldn't resist. He tore off his own clothes, his erection standing rigid.
"Come here," he urged, pulling her down onto the hay.
gasped as his weight pressed her into the straw, her arms locking around his neck. Skin met skin, her breasts flattening against his chest.
His hands roamed her back as their lips crashed together again, tongues tangling in a feverish dance.
"Ah—" arched, her hips lifting instinctively, seeking friction.
Ethan palmed one breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers until she whimpered, her body alight with need.
"Please," she finally begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me."
Eagerly, he lined himself up and thrust deep in one stroke.
cried out, shoving at his stomach. "Slow down! You're hurting me!"
"Sorry, Mom," he panted, freezing.
She glared up at him, cheeks burning. "Just... take it easy."
He obeyed, rocking into her with careful strokes. But it wasn't enough—she was soaked, desperate for more. Biting her lip, she arched to meet each shallow thrust, silently cursing his clumsy enthusiasm.
"Mmm..." exhaled, her breath shaky. "But promise me you'll focus on your studies from now on, okay?"
She couldn't bring herself to deny him anymore. The only way to quiet her guilt was to make him swear—to convince herself this wasn't just reckless indulgence.
Ethan's hand cupped her breast, squeezing roughly as he whispered, "I will, Mom. I won't let you down. I'll get into a good college."
"Ah—easy," she gasped, flinching at the sudden pressure.
His tongue slipped past her lips, claiming her mouth. She melted into him, arms winding around his neck, her full breasts crushed against his chest. Their kiss deepened, wet and hungry, soft whimpers escaping her throat.
"Mom, let's get these clothes off," Ethan breathed between kisses.
hesitated, then gave a small nod, pulling away just enough to let him undress her.
"Look at me," he urged, guiding her hand to the hard length straining against his pants. "I'm aching for you."
The second her fingers grazed him, heat rushed to her face. "You're impossible."
"This is how much I want you," he muttered, his own cheeks flushed.
shot him a look—half-scolding, half-fond. "Little devil." She reached for the hem of her nightgown, peeling it off in one slow motion. As she lifted her arms, Ethan caught a glimpse of the dark shadow beneath, sending a thrill straight through him.
In the dim light, her body was a pale silhouette—only the curves of her bra and panties visible before she unhooked the clasp, letting her heavy breasts spill free.
Standing bare before her son, 's pulse hammered. Shame burned through her, but beneath it simmered something far more dangerous—a dark, undeniable hunger.
Ethan's gaze raked over her, his cock twitching at the sight. The shadow between her thighs was maddening, a temptation he couldn't resist. He tore off his own clothes, his erection standing rigid.
"Come here," he urged, pulling her down onto the hay.
gasped as his weight pressed her into the straw, her arms locking around his neck. Skin met skin, her breasts flattening against his chest.
His hands roamed her back as their lips crashed together again, tongues tangling in a feverish dance.
"Ah—" arched, her hips lifting instinctively, seeking friction.
Ethan palmed one breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers until she whimpered, her body alight with need.
"Please," she finally begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me."
Eagerly, he lined himself up and thrust deep in one stroke.
cried out, shoving at his stomach. "Slow down! You're hurting me!"
"Sorry, Mom," he panted, freezing.
She glared up at him, cheeks burning. "Just... take it easy."
He obeyed, rocking into her with careful strokes. But it wasn't enough—she was soaked, desperate for more. Biting her lip, she arched to meet each shallow thrust, silently cursing his clumsy enthusiasm.
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