Chapter 2: The Awakening
A woman straddled his legs as she bent towards his manhood. His manhood stood at an impressive length and was thick enough to make any woman scream with pleasure. The bulging veins showed the vigour. And the woman’s hand caught hold of his manhood as she ran her hands up and down. Her blonde hair, now streaked with the faintest traces of silver, fell in waves around her shoulders as she ministered to her supposed son in a manner no mother should. Her lips, still full and inviting despite the passage of years, were currently occupied with a most inappropriate task.
"Boy, you’re going to get me beaten," she whispered, pulling away briefly, her blue eyes darting toward the door even though she knew Garrick would be gone for hours.
There was fear in her voice, but the hunger in her gaze overshadowed it as she looked up at Jaenor.
Jaenor, his dark hair tousled from sleep and other activities, merely smiled with all the arrogance of youth. He reached down to stroke Rosa’s cheek with surprising tenderness, considering the circumstances.
"Don’t worry, my darling mother," he murmured, his voice deeper than one might expect from his youthful appearance.
"He’s gone to the fields. We have hours yet."
The relationship between them was more than a loving mother and son, and from childhood, he had been close to her, sharing everything with her. After reaching 18, he confessed his love for her and that he wanted her. Rosaine, the loving mother that she was, gave in to his desires as she couldn’t deny her attraction to her son. He was more handsome than any lad in the village, and his physique and everything about him made it hard to resist his charms.
Right after his eighteenth birthday, they had become one. She gave in easily; perhaps it was simply the loneliness of a woman who had spent too many nights with a husband grown distant over the years.
Whatever the reason, what had started as a forbidden glance had evolved into a dangerous secret, one that would destroy their family and their standing in the village if discovered.
Garrick was well-respected in Frostvale, known for his honest dealings and hard work. The revelation of his wife’s betrayal—and with their son, no less—would be a scandal unlike any the small village had ever known.
Yet, despite the risk, or perhaps because of it, neither Jaenor nor Rosa seemed capable of ending their illicit arrangement. They were bound together by something darker than love and more compelling than lust—a shared secret that gave them power over each other and a thrill that ordinary relationships could never provide.