I shouldn't want her.
Not like this. Not the woman who's raised my best friend, divorced and still radiating that quiet heat under her sundresses. But every time I dive into that suburban pool, eyes locked on her curves shadowed by those damn vines, my blood roars with the need to pin her down. To flood her with everything I've got, turning her body into mine.
It started with a glance across chlorine-rippled water. One towel-wrapped brush in the pool house, her skin slick and sun-kissed against heated wood, and she shattered. No more maternal armor. Just husky pleas as I claimed her mouth, her thighs parting like they'd waited years for a man half her age. Youth crashing into her seasoned surrender, every thrust a betrayal we both craved. Guilt twisted with the rush of burying deep, spilling reckless promises into her core.
She's fought her whole life for her son. For stability after the divorce. And here I am, the cocky kid crashing under her roof, unraveling her with hands that grip too hard, lips that demand too much. We steal hours in sweat-soaked sheets, her nails raking my back while suburban twilight presses damp earth from a sapling into our joined palms. A vow unspoken. Her womb aching for what I give, what we hide.
One slip, and it ends. My irreplaceable friendship. Her fragile world. The son who trusts us both, oblivious to how I've marked her from the inside. She's my addiction, this nurturing wildfire who makes me feel owned even as I possess her. But as her belly might swell with our secret, how long before the lies choke us? Before facing him rips it all apart?
A full-length age gap breeding forbidden best-friend's-mom erotic romance featuring a restless young man and his best friend's divorced mom. Includes themes of taboo possession and secret creation.
