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forbidden touch(part2)

"Heather, it's me," he called softly. "I'm so sorry about this. Your mom is just worried about you, I'm sure she didn't mean what she said." There was a long pause, and then the door swung open. Heather's eyes were red and puffy from crying, her makeup smudged, but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her mother glared at him from over her shoulder, her arms folded tightly across her chest.

"I need to talk to her," Evan insisted, stepping closer. "Please, just give us a minute." Heather's mother hesitated, then nodded stiffly before turning and walking away. Heather stepped out of the bathroom, pulling her skirt down and buttoning her shirt with trembling hands. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I had no idea she would find us."

Evan took her in his arms, feeling the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest, her n*****s still erect from their earlier encounter. He kissed the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. "It's not your fault," he murmured, his voice soothing. "Let's just get out of here before she calls the cops."

Heather nodded, her eyes still downcast. They gathered their things in silence, the awkwardness thick between them. As they walked through the park, Evan felt the weight of her mother's words on his shoulders. He knew he had to do something to make this right. He couldn't stand the thought of Heather thinking of him as some kind of predator, especially when all he wanted was to give her pleasure, to show her how much he desired her.

Once they were out of earshot, he took her hand, pulling her to a stop. "Look at me," he said firmly. She raised her gaze to meet his, and he could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes. "I don't care what your mother thinks," he said, his voice filled with passion. "I know you want this as much as I do."

Heather bit her bottom lip, looking down at the ground. "But she'll never understand," she murmured. "She thinks I'm just like... like dad was."

Evan's grip on her hand tightened. "You're nothing like him," he said fiercely. "You're beautiful, and smart, and you deserve to be happy. If she can't see that, then f**k her."

Heather looked up at him, her eyes wide. She had never heard Evan swear before, and the raw passion in his voice made her heart race. "But what if she tells everyone?" she whispered.

"Let her," Evan said, a defiant edge to his words. "We're adults. We can make our own choices. And if anyone has a problem with that, they can go f**k themselves."

Heather felt a thrill run through her at his words. Despite the fear and embarrassment, she was also incredibly turned on. Her mother had always been so controlling, so judgmental. But here was Evan, standing up for them, for their love. It was like a breath of fresh air, a declaration of rebellion that she hadn't realized she needed.

Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign that he was just saying these things to get into her pants. But what she saw was genuine concern, a fierce protectiveness that made her feel safe, cherished. She knew in that moment that she wanted him more than ever. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Let's do it."

They stumbled back to the picnic area, their hands entwined, their hearts racing. Heather couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of defying her mother, of claiming what she knew was rightfully hers. When they reached the spot where they had laid out their picnic, she turned to face him, her eyes filled with a newfound determination.

"Take me," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "I want you to f**k me right here, right now."

Evan's c**k swelled at her words, pushing against the fabric of his pants, desperate to be free. He scanned the area, his eyes darting nervously. The park was mostly empty, but he could still see families in the distance, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the forbidden desires that pulsed through his veins. He knew they couldn't risk it here, not like this.

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming her body. Her soft moans filled his ears as his thumbs brushed against her n*****s, hard and sensitive through the thin fabric of her shirt. He could feel her p***y, hot and wet, pressing against his thigh, and he knew she was just as desperate for release as he was. He broke the kiss, his voice low and urgent. "Come with me," he said, tugging her towards the dense foliage that lined the park. "We'll find somewhere private."

Her mother's house was only a few blocks away, but it might as well have been a world away. The park was eerily quiet, the shadows of the trees stretching out around them like a lover's embrace. They stumbled into a small clearing, the grass soft and inviting under their feet. He pulled her down with him, the scent of earth and leaves mingling with their own musky aroma.

"I want you so bad," Heather murmured, her voice thick with desire. She reached for the button of his pants, her trembling fingers fumbling slightly. He helped her, his c**k springing free with a sigh of relief. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling the heat and the pulse of his need. It was thick and long, with a slight curve that made her mouth water. She had never seen anything so beautiful, so powerful.

Evan's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to stroke him, her hand moving in slow, deliberate motions. "Oh God," he groaned, his hips bucking slightly. "That feels so good."

Heather's eyes never left his face, watching the pleasure play out across his features. She felt powerful, in control, and it was intoxicating. Her own p***y was soaking wet, her c**t throbbing with need. She leaned in, her mouth closing around the tip of his c**k, her tongue flicking out to taste the pre-c*m that beaded there. He tasted faintly salty, musky, and absolutely delicious. She took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her hand still working his shaft.

"f**k," Evan groaned, his hips jerking upwards. "That's so good." His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, urging her to take more of him. She complied eagerly, her mouth stretching around his girth, her throat working to take him in deeper. The sound of her own wetness filled the air, a symphony of desire that only heightened her own pleasure.

Heather felt his c**k swell even more in her mouth, his grip on her hair tightening. "I'm going to c*m," he warned, his voice strained. She didn't stop, her eyes locked on his, a challenge in her gaze. He let out a strangled cry as he came, his seed spurting into her mouth, coating her tongue. She swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of him.

As he caught his breath, Heather sat back, her eyes gleaming with victory. She reached down to pull her shirt off, her breasts bouncing free, the pink tips of her n*****s already hard. "Now it's your turn," she murmured, her voice husky.

Evan watched, his eyes drinking in the sight of her naked body. Her breasts were full and round, the n*****s pert and begging for attention. He reached out, cupping one in his hand, feeling the weight of it, the softness of her skin. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her, to tease the sensitive flesh. She moaned, arching into his touch, her own hand sliding down to her p***y to stroke her c**t.

He couldn't believe this was happening, not after the week of hell he had endured. He had missed her so much, missed the taste of her, the feel of her, the sound of her breathy gasps and whimpers. He had jacked off to the memory of her tight, wet p***y clamping around his fingers every night, his own c*m spilling over his hand and stomach, a poor substitute for the real thing. But now, she was here, with him, and all he wanted was to make her scream with pleasure.

He watched as Heather's mother stormed towards them, her face a mask of fury. He could see the fear in Heather's eyes, the way she tried to cover herself, but it was too late. The damage was done. His heart raced as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had to get her out of here, away from her mother's judgmental gaze, before it was too late.

"Mrs. Alderwood, please," he began, trying to keep his voice steady. But she was in no mood for talking, grabbing Heather's arm and pulling her to her feet. Heather's eyes were wide with shock, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She stumbled to keep up with her mother's furious pace, glancing back at Evan with a desperate look.

"Let go of me!" she finally shouted, trying to pull away. "You're hurting me!"

Miss Alderwood's grip tightened, her eyes narrowed in disgust. "You're a disgrace," she spat. "And you," she turned to Evan, her voice shaking with rage, "you're a predator. A pedophile!"

The accusation hit Evan like a ton of bricks, and Heather's eyes went wide with horror. "Mom, no, it's not like that," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "We love each other!"

Miss Alderwood's face contorted with rage. "You think that makes it better?" she screamed. "You're a slut, Heather, and he's a pedophile!" She spat the words out like venom, her hand pointing an accusatory finger at Evan's crotch. "Look at him, trying to hide his disgusting b***r!"

Heather's cheeks burned with shame, her eyes flicking down to Evan's still erect c**k. It stood proud and defiant, the tip glistening with precum, a testament to their passionate encounter. She felt the urge to defend him, to scream out the truth of their love, but the fear of her mother's wrath held her tongue.

"Mrs. Alderwood, please," Evan tried again, his voice pleading. "It's not what it seems."

But Heather's mother was beyond listening. "You're coming home with me right now," she said to Heather, her grip tighting. "And you," she pointed at Evan, "stay the hell away from my daughter."

Evan's eyes widened as the reality of the situation sank in. "But Mrs. Alderwood, we're in love," he protested, his voice cracking.

Miss Alderwood's face was a twisted mask of disgust. "Love?" she scoffed. "This is not love, you disgusting little boy. This is obsession, manipulation! You're a monster, and I won't let you near her again."

Heather felt the world crumbling around her. She couldn't believe her mother was saying such things. "Mom, you don't understand," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This isn't just some fling. Evan and I... we're in love."

Miss Alderwood's eyes narrowed, her lip curling in disgust. "Don't you dare say that to me," she hissed. "I saw the way you were acting with him. You're just a slut, throwing yourself at him like a cheap whore."

Heather felt a tear slip down her cheek as she tried to pull away. "Mom, please, you're wrong," she protested weakly. But her mother's grip was like steel, and she couldn't break free.

"You're coming home with me," Miss Alderwood repeated, her voice cold and unforgiving. She practically dragged Heather away, her eyes never leaving Evan's face. He watched them go, his heart breaking with each step they took. He was left standing in the park, his c**k still hard, his shirt open, his world falling apart.