Chapter 8: Sweat ass
Ethan frowned, his hand sliding down to rest on her hip. "Why not?" he asked again, his voice a mix of confusion and yearning.
Mrs. Willow took a deep breath, feeling his cum slowly trickling down her thigh. "Because we're family," she said, her voice firm despite her wavering resolve. "And Rachel and Lilly will be home soon."
He sighed, his chest rising and falling with each breath. "But what we have is...different," he said, his hand sliding down to cup her pussy. "It feels right."
Her body betrayed her, her pussy giving a little pulse of pleasure at his touch. "It does," she whispered, "But it's not."
They lay there in silence for a moment, the only sound their ragged breathing and the distant ticking of a clock. Mrs. Willow felt the weight of her decision, the gravity of what they'd done settling heavily on her chest.
"Fine," Ethan said finally, his hand moving away. "But I can't ignore how good it felt."
Mrs. Willow rolled onto her side, her eyes on the ceiling. "Neither can I," she said, her voice a sad confession. "But we have to."
They lay there, the air in the room thick with the scent of sex. Mrs. Willow felt a trickle of her juices begin to leak out, the stickiness reminding her of the taboo act they'd just shared. She didn't move, not wanting to break the moment, not yet.
"Your pussy," Ethan murmured, his voice filled with wonder, "It felt so...tight."
Mrs. Willow's cheeks flushed, the memory of his cock filling her making her clench around nothing. "It's been a while," she said, her voice a low murmur.
He chuckled, the sound lightening the mood slightly. "I could tell," he said, his tone playful. "It was like a vise around me."