Pure Taboo
Some taboos were made to be broken
Some taboos were made to be broken
Nora stands in the doorway, groceries slipping from her arms. Cal takes the bags without asking. Inside, the kitchen light buzzes overhead. She talks and then she breaks. Tears come hard. He pulls her close. Words spill out about the husband, the funeral, the empty nursery plans. Cal listens, eyes steady. Then he says it flat: he can put a baby in her. Right now. She stares at him like he just slapped her. But she’s shaking and the silence stretches. Her robe falls open. He steps in. Hands on her hips, mouth at her neck, pushing her against the counter. She gasps when he lifts her onto it. Her legs spread. He’s already hard. He fucks her there, deep and steady, no condom, no questions. She clings to him, breath ragged, saying yes even as her eyes stay wet. He finishes inside her, holding her tight while she shakes through it. Later, when the sweat cools, he smiles. Tells her the truth. He was behind the wheel that night. Her husband never stood a chance.
Nora stands in the doorway, groceries slipping from her arms. Cal takes the bags without asking. Inside, the kitchen light buzzes overhead. She talks and then she breaks. Tears come hard. He pulls her close. Words spill out about the husband, the funeral, the empty nursery plans. Cal listens, eyes steady. Then he says it flat: he can put a baby in her. Right now. She stares at him like he just slapped her. But she’s shaking and the silence stretches. Her robe falls open. He steps in. Hands on her hips, mouth at her neck, pushing her against the counter. She gasps when he lifts her onto it. Her legs spread. He’s already hard. He fucks her there, deep and steady, no condom, no questions. She clings to him, breath ragged, saying yes even as her eyes stay wet. He finishes inside her, holding her tight while she shakes through it. Later, when the sweat cools, he smiles. Tells her the truth. He was behind the wheel that night. Her husband never stood a chance.
