4: A Taboo Love

A Taboo Love

Walking out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and rummaged through my closet for an outfit. It was Saturday, which meant that the meeting with Ms. Rivera was going to happen today. She should be texting me the location soon.1

I grabbed a set of clothes and began to dress myself, which was interrupted once I had everything but the shirt on. Esther apparently forgot to knock as she opened the door to my room, a laundry basket full of clean clothes in her hands.

She must've gotten up early to do laundry. I always tell her that I can do my own so that her workload can be lessened but she never listens.

As she finally realized that I was standing shirtless in a pair of black jeans, the color of her cheeks began to redden at the sight she was getting. It took her a few seconds to get out of the daze she was in, but that didn't stop her eyes from lingering on my naked upper body.

"Um... sorry. I came in to put these where they need to be." She muttered, moving the laundry basket in her hands to highlight what she was talking about.

I nodded, a smile on my face. "Sure thing. I'm gonna be leaving soon."

Her eyes widened, surprised to hear that. She decided to voice it. "Why are you leaving? I thought you'd be relaxing at home for most of the weekend."

A quiet laugh slipped out of my mouth as I quickly thought of an excuse to give her.

"Well, I made a friend at school and they invited me over to hang out with them."

That technically wasn't a lie.

Humming to herself, she seemingly accepted the obscure truth that was given to her. "Alright. Just be careful out there. I've been hearing on the news about a lot of crazy things that are happening within the city."

What did she mean by that? The talk with Ms. Rivera got me thinking. I decided to muse over it all later. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

She let out a quiet sigh. "I won't ever stop worrying about you. You couldn't give me all of the money in the world to stop either. I love you, Dante."

By the time she was finished, her arms were wrapped around me from behind. I smiled, turning around in her grasp to return the embrace, lifting her up in my arms as well.

She let out a cute yelp as I picked her up effortlessly, her huge breasts pressing into my muscular chest. Her cheeks began to redden once again when our eyes met and I couldn't help myself as I looked down at her lips.

My lips made contact with hers and she froze in shock as I quickly pulled back. The peck seemed to be a little too much for her as she wasn't expecting it and her mouth began to make random noises when she stuttered in embarrassment.

It was adorable.

Shocking her even more, I kissed her on the lips again but this time I didn't pull back. They had a lingering taste of chocolate, which I definitely didn't mind. She must've had some earlier.

I sat on my bed and tightened my grip around her waist. She began to show signs of life as she hesitantly kissed back, most likely stunned at how affectionate I was being.

Pulling back to see her face, she looked down and licked her lips shyly. I used a hand to lift her chin up in order to look at me directly. "W-Why did you do that, Dante?"

"I love you too, mom."

Her lips began to quiver as she wrapped her arms around my neck and attacked my lips with her own. God, I was beginning to realize how much this woman really loved me, and not just as her son.

Eventually, the two of us got so engrossed into our kiss that we began to use tongue, which I don't think either of us were planning on. My hands slid down to her large ass, eagerly squeezing it as we stopped to breathe.

I wasn't out of breath, but she was, and I took my time to enjoy the feel of her backside.

"T-This is wrong, Dante. What would David think if he were to see us right now?" She whispered, her face in the crook of my neck. I could feel her warm breath on my skin.

I thought about her question for a moment.

David, along with Esther, are essentially my parents. Although, I really only thought of Esther as my mother, but even that was changing now. She was always an attractive woman in my eyes. Ever since I've started to live with them, I truly have grown to love this woman over the three years that have passed.

On the other hand, I'm not sure how to feel about David. We were never close, and probably never will be, but he's okay to be around. He isn't an amicable person, we don't ever go out of our way to talk with one another, and I haven't built a strong relationship with him like the one I have with Esther. I don't see him as a father figure either, especially since the man isn't at home much. Due to that, Esther feels lonely because there isn't a man to spend time with, and they probably aren't having sex either.

It always seemed like they never did much of that to begin with.

After all of that, it just makes me feel like I need to be the man of the house and treat her better than David. It felt like he was taking her for granted.

I proceeded to share my thoughts with her, which caused her face to become a mix of different emotions, but she nodded in agreement for the most part.

"Let me take care of you, mom." I whispered, my hands kneading her clothed ass.

She let out a small whimper as a result, trying to keep her pleasure from being obvious. Staring up into my eyes, she pressed herself as close as she could to my body, and slowly nodded her head.

We stayed like this for a while in silence, enjoying each others presence before my phone let out a notification sound. That must've been Ms. Rivera letting me know the location. I was eventually able to get out of Esther's grasp to get up and check my messages.

Turns out, I was right.

When I told Esther that I had to go, she left me with a kiss that produced a trail of saliva after we pulled away from one another, which only increased my desire for her even more.

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On my way over to the location where I'd be meeting up with Ms. Rivera, it had begun to lightly rain, which I predicted beforehand from the way the sky became cloudy when I left the house.

Personally, I've always loved the rain. It just created a certain vibe whenever I was in my feelings about something. It didn't necessarily matter what it was either.

I stood on the corner of a street, staring at what appeared to be some sort of diner. Confusion filled me as I looked through the glass and saw Ms. Rivera sitting in a booth inside the building.

My eyes glanced upwards before I went in, a sign above the door letting me know the name of this calming place.

The Outcast Diner.

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