Forbidden Fruit Intense Taboo Chapter 9: What a weird breakfast!!

He sat down at the table, yawning widely. "So, how's school going?"

Ethan took a seat opposite his dad, his mind racing with the recent events. "It's fine," he said, his voice a little too casual. "Just the usual."

Mrs. Willow set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him, her hand shaking slightly. "Eat up, Ethan," she said, her voice a little too bright. "You know how important breakfast is."

Ethan couldn't help but smirk at the unintended double entendre. He watched as his dad tucked into his al, oblivious to the fact that just monts before, his mother's pussy had been clenching around his cock. The juices from her pussy were still sared on his shaft, and he felt a thrill of excitent at the secret they shared.

"So," Mr. Willow said, wiping his mouth with a napkin, "I've got that big eting today."

Mrs. Willow sat down next to Ethan, her thigh brushing against his. "You'll do great," she said, her voice a little too enthusiastic. She was trying to keep her own thoughts from straying, but it was difficult. The feel of her son's cock inside her was still fresh, and she could feel her pussy throbbing in anticipation of their next encounter.

"Yeah, I hope so," Mr. Willow said, his eyes drifting to the clock. "I've got a lot riding on this deal."

"Well, you know what they say," Ethan quipped, his eyes on his mother's breasts, "You've got to break a few eggs to make an olet."

Mrs. Willow's cheeks went crimson at his innuendo, and she smacked his arm lightly. "Ethan!" she scolded, her eyes wide.

Mr. Willow just chuckled, oblivious. "That's the spirit," he said, his fork scraping against the plate. "So, how about you, Mom? Anything new?"

Mrs. Willow's eyes darted to Ethan, and she felt a shiver of pleasure at the mory of their encounter. "Just the usual," she said, her voice a little breathless. "Keeping the house in order."

"Well, you do a hell of a job," Mr. Willow said, his eyes on his wife's chest. "You always have."

Ethan felt a spike of jealousy, his cock twitching in his pants at the thought of his dad touching her the way he had. But he pushed it down, knowing that they had to keep their secret.

"Thanks," Mrs. Willow said, her voice a little too high. She took a sip of her coffee, trying to compose herself. The sll of the bacon was doing nothing to help her focus on anything other than the taste of her son's cum still lingering in her mouth. She could feel Ethan's eyes on her, his gaze burning into her skin, making her want to squirm in her seat.

Mr. Willow was oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, his mind clearly on the upcoming eting. "They're talking about a rger," he said, his eyes lighting up. "It could be huge for us."

"That's fantastic, Dad," Ethan said, his voice calm and collected. Inside, his mind was racing with thoughts of his mother's tight pussy and her desperate cries of pleasure.

Mrs. Willow nodded, trying to keep her voice steady. "What kind of rger?" she asked, her hand shaking slightly as she buttered her toast.

"It's with that new tech company," Mr. Willow replied, his tone filled with excitent. "They've got so groundbreaking shit. If we get this deal, we'll be set for life."

Ethan's eyes never left his mother's face as he listened to his dad talk shop. He could see the way she was fighting to keep her breathing even, the way her hand trembled as she took another bite. He knew she was thinking about their secret, about the way he had fucked her just monts ago.

"So, what's the plan?" Ethan asked, his voice a low purr.

"Well, I've got to schmooze the big wigs," Mr. Willow said, taking a bite of his eggs. "But it's looking good. I've got all the numbers in order, and the team's prepared."

Mrs. Willow nodded, her eyes flickering down to her son's crotch. She could see the outline of his hard cock through his sweatpants and had to resist the urge to reach out and stroke it right there at the table. "What do you need to do?" she asked, her voice a little too eager.

Mr. Willow looked up from his plate, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I'll let you know if I need anything," he said, his tone a little clipped. He took another bite of his breakfast, his mind clearly elsewhere.

Mrs. Willow's eyes darted to the clock, her stomach doing a little flip. They had to be careful, they had to wait. But the mory of Ethan's touch was still fresh, and she couldn't help the little moan that slipped out.

Suddenly, Mr. Willow's phone rang, the shrill sound piercing the tense silence. He fumbled for it in his pocket, his eyes widening as he saw the number. "Shit," he muttered, standing up. "This is the office. I've gotta take this."

Mrs. Willow watched as he hurried out of the kitchen, his plate of food forgotten. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. But her pussy was still throbbing, and she could feel her juices seeping through her panties.

Mr. Willow's voice grew muffled as he moved upstairs, his footsteps heavy on the stairs. Ethan's hand reached under the table, his fingers brushing against her thigh. She looked up, eting his eyes.

The call didn't last long, and when Mr. Willow returned, his face was flushed with excitent. "They need in early," he said, his voice clipped. "They want to go over so last-minute details."