20 SHADE OF FORBIDDEN TABOO

Episode 5

The Shadow of Return

The days blurred into a haze of intimacy and hunger. They f****d in the shower, soap slicking their bodies. Hot water cascaded over Chloe’s breasts as Mark pinned her against the tiled wall, one strong thigh wedged between hers. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping his waist while his thick c**k drove upward into her already dripping cunt. The slap of wet skin echoed off the glass; her cries mixed with the rush of water as he pounded her hard and deep, fingers digging into her ass cheeks. She came first, walls fluttering and squeezing him, juices mixing with the soap. He followed with a low groan, flooding her while the steam curled around them like a private cloud.

On the kitchen floor, flour dusted her skin. He had bent her over the island first, f*****g her from behind until her t**s dragged through a spilled bag of flour. Then they tumbled down, laughing and filthy. Chloe straddled him reverse, grinding her soaked p***y along his shaft before sinking onto it. She rode hard, ass bouncing, leaving white handprints on his chest. Mark reached around to rub her c**t in tight circles while she clenched and released, milking him. When she came, her release dripped down his balls and onto the cool tile. He flipped her onto her back in the middle of the flour mess, hiked her knees to her shoulders, and slammed home again raw, deep strokes that made her see stars until he emptied another load inside her.

In the garage, sawdust stuck in her hair. Mark bent her over the workbench, jeans shoved down just enough. He took her roughly from behind, one hand covering her mouth so the neighbors wouldn’t hear her moans. The wood was rough under her palms; every thrust rattled the tools hanging on the wall. He reached under to pinch and roll her n*****s, then slipped two fingers into her mouth so she could suck them while he f****d her harder. She came with a muffled scream, p***y spamming around him. He pulled out, spun her, and pushed her to her knees in the sawdust. She took him into her throat, tasting herself on his c**k, until he flooded her mouth with thick, salty c*m. She swallowed every drop, then licked him clean while he stroked her hair and called her his good girl.

Night after night they burned through each other on the living-room couch, against the hallway wall, once even in the laundry room while the dryer hummed. Chloe’s body learned the shape of him completely. Her cunt stayed swollen and ready; her ass still carried the delicious ache from the train. Every time he finished inside her she felt claimed all over again.

On the eleventh night, Chloe grew quiet.

She lay in his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“She comes home tomorrow,” she whispered.

“I know.”

“I don’t want to share you. I can’t stand the thought of her touching you. Of you sleeping next to her.”

“Chloe—”

“I mean it.” She sat up, looking at him in the dim light. “I’m not giving this up. I don’t care what happens. I don’t care if she finds out. I’m not letting you go back to just being her husband.”

He sat up too, taking her face in his hands. “We have to be smart. If we get caught, everything falls apart. I lose you. You lose your mother.”

“Then we’ll be careful,” she said fiercely. “But this doesn’t end. You hear me? This doesn’t end.”

He kissed her, long and deep, trying to pour every ounce of his feeling into that single touch. Then he laid her back and made love to her slowly, reverently, as if memorizing every inch of her body. His mouth traveled from her collarbone to her n*****s, sucking gently, then lower still until his tongue parted her folds and licked with deliberate, worshipful strokes. He brought her to the edge twice before finally sliding inside deep, unhurried thrusts that filled her completely. They moved together in the dark, foreheads pressed, breath shared. When they came it was quiet and intense, her nails tracing his back while his seed pulsed into her one last time before the world changed.

Sarah’s car pulled into the driveway the next afternoon.

Chloe stood at the front door, wearing a sundress and a bright smile, looking like the wholesome college girl she pretended to be. Mark was in the garage, shirtless, sanding a piece of wood.

“I’m home!” Sarah called, walking through the door with her suitcase.

“Welcome back, Mom.” Chloe hugged her mother, forcing warmth into her voice. “How was the retreat?”

“Amazing. I feel so refreshed.” Sarah looked around. “Where’s Mark?”

“Garage. He’s been working on that bookshelf for the living room.”

Sarah walked to the garage door and pushed it open. “There’s my handsome husband.”

Mark looked up, wiping sweat from his brow. He crossed to Sarah and kissed her, a quick peck that made Chloe’s stomach twist with jealousy.

“Missed you,” he said.

“Missed you too.” Sarah turned back to Chloe. “Let me unpack. Dinner tonight? My treat. We’ll go to that Italian place you love.”

“Sure, Mom. Sounds great.”

While Sarah carried her bags upstairs, Chloe slipped into the garage. Mark was still breathing hard from the unexpected kiss. She pressed herself against his bare chest, whispering against his ear, “That kiss was mine. Remember that.” Her hand brushed the front of his jeans, feeling him already half-hard. He caught her wrist, eyes dark with warning and want, but she only smiled and walked away, hips swaying under the thin sundress that hid nothing underneath.

At dinner, Chloe sat across from Mark, her foot finding his calf under the table. She traced her toes up his leg, watching his jaw tighten as he took a sip of wine. Sarah talked about her retreat, oblivious to the tension crackling between her daughter and her husband.

The restaurant was warm and dim, candles flickering on the table. Chloe kept her expression soft and attentive while her bare foot slid higher, toes curling deliberately against the growing bulge in his jeans. She pressed and rubbed in slow, wicked circles, feeling him thicken under the tablecloth. Mark’s hand tightened around his wine glass; a muscle jumped in his cheek. Chloe sipped her water, smiling at something her mother said, and pressed harder massaging the thick ridge of his c**k through the denim until she felt the damp heat of precum seeping through.

Under the table she mouthed the words I want you inside me tonight. Mark’s eyes locked on hers for a dangerous second. She slid her foot away just long enough for him to catch his breath, then returned, toes curling around the outline of his shaft, teasing the head through the fabric. Her own thighs were pressed tightly together, her bare p***y already slick and aching from the memory of the last eleven days and the promise of more stolen moments.

Sarah ordered dessert. Chloe laughed at the right moments, played the perfect daughter. But her foot pressed higher, rubbing against the growing bulge in his jeans.

Welcome home, stepdaddy, she thought. Let the games begin.