All Chapters of Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Helena left just after two.She had a client meeting across town that would take the rest of the afternoon, maybe longer. She kissed Julian’s cheek at the door, told Clara there was leftover takeout in the fridge, and promised to text when she was on her way back. The front door closed. The house settled into a different kind of quiet.Clara was still on the couch. Julian stood in the archway between the living room and the hall, keys still in his hand, looking at her like he was deciding something final.“She’s gone,” he said.“I know.”He set the keys down and walked over. This time he didn’t sit on the opposite end. He sat close enough that their thighs pressed together, the heat of him immediate through the denim and her leggings. His eyes moved over her openly, the way the black T-shirt clung to the full, heavy shape of her breasts, the soft spill of her stomach, the thick thighs and the curve of her ass against the cushion.“I’ve been hard since I walked in earlier,” he said, vo

Night settled over the house slowly.Dinner had been careful. Ordinary conversation. Helena talking about the cancelled client meeting, Julian asking the right questions, Clara answering when spoken to. No one mentioned the charged silence that had lived in the living room when Helena walked in early. No one mentioned the faint, lingering smell of sex that the open windows had only half erased.By ten the dishes were done. Julian said he had emails to finish and disappeared into the small office off the kitchen. Helena poured two glasses of wine and looked at Clara across the counter.“Come sit with me on the back porch,” she said. “It’s cool out. I could use the air.”Clara followed.The porch light was off. Only the soft spill from the kitchen windows reached them. They sat on the cushioned bench, close enough that their thighs touched. Helena handed her a glass and didn’t move away.For a minute they just drank in silence. Then Helena spoke, voice low and even.“Something happened

Noah stood in the kitchen with the fridge door open, staring at nothing in particular. He was Twenty-three, tall, dark-haired, the kind of clean-cut handsome that still made older women look twice when he walked past. Broad shoulders filled out the plain gray T-shirt he wore, the fabric stretched lightly across his chest and stomach that still carried the solid muscle from years of swimming. His jaw was sharp, mouth full, eyes a clear, steady brown that made people trust him too easily.He heard the key in the front door before he saw her.Diane stepped inside like she still belonged here. Fifty-two, his mother’s best friend for longer than he had been alive. She wore a soft black dress that stopped just above the knee, the material clinging to the full, heavy shape of her breasts and the thick curve of her hips. Her dark hair was pulled back loosely, a few strands already escaping. Fine lines radiated from the corners of her eyes and framed her mouth. The skin of her neck and the upp

They didn’t stop in the kitchen.Diane’s hand was still resting on the thick shape of Noah’s cock through his sweatpants when he kissed her again but harder this time, mouth open, tongue sliding against hers. She made a low sound against his lips. His hands gripped her waist, fingers sinking into the soft, mature flesh there, feeling the slight give of skin that had lived fifty-two years.I shouldn’t be doing this, Diane thought even as she pushed her hips forward against him. This is Sarah’s son. I used to drive him to soccer practice. And now his cock is throbbing in my hand and my cunt is still pulsing from how hard I just came. The wrongness of it only made the heat between her legs sharper.Noah pulled back just enough to speak against her mouth. “Upstairs. If we’re doing this, I’m not fucking you against the kitchen counter the first time.”Diane’s breath caught. “Noah—”“I know how fucked up this is. I know you’re my mother’s best friend. I still want to get you naked and see e

Noah didn’t let her rest for long.He eased out of her slowly, watching another thick trickle of his come and her own fluid slip down the soft curve of her ass. Diane’s legs were still unsteady when he helped her sit up. Her mature body was flushed and marked, faint red handprints on her hips, the soft skin of her breasts sensitive, her cunt swollen and leaking.I can barely stand, she thought, dazed. He fucked me so hard my legs gave out, made me squirt all over the bed, and he’s still looking at me like he’s not finished.Noah stood and held out his hand. “Shower. Come on.”She took it. He led her down the short hallway to the bathroom, the same one she had used when she used to babysit him years ago. The wrongness of that memory sat heavy in her chest even as her cunt throbbed with every step.He turned the water on hot and pulled her under the spray with him. Steam filled the small space quickly. Water ran down his young, hard body over the broad chest, the defined stomach, the th