The Mother Chooses the Bully
Copyright© 2026 by Depraved_Angel
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - An eighteen-year-old high school bully turns his attention from one of his victims to the boy’s stunning forty-year-old single mother. What starts as cruel, charged visits to the house becomes a secret sexual hold on her, nasty and depraved in the way he likes it. As the affair deepens she starts hearing her son the way the bully does, smaller and easier to dismiss, and the loyalty that used to protect the boy begins to slip.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction School Rough Facial Masturbation Oral Sex
Lauren Davis pulled her car into the cracked asphalt lot outside the old gym on the edge of town, the engine ticking as it cooled in the late afternoon heat. She sat there for a long moment, gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles whitened, her mind replaying the sight of Elliot limping through the front door earlier that day. His left eye had been swollen nearly shut, a ugly purple bloom spreading across his cheek, and bruises had mottled his skinny arms and torso like ugly fingerprints. He had tried to brush it off at first, mumbling something about tripping on the stairs, but she had pressed him until the truth spilled out in a shaky whisper. Jax Harlan. Again.
Everyone in town knew the name. Jax Harlan was the eighteen-year-old senior who ruled the high school like some kind of savage king. Six-foot-two of dense, battle-hardened muscle, the kind carved from years of brutal MMA training and street fights that left scars on his knuckles and a small one slicing through his left eyebrow. He carried himself with that cocky, half-lidded smirk that made teachers look away and other boys step aside in the hallways. A violent professional fighting prospect already racking up amateur wins, the kind of guy who fought dirty when it suited him. And now he had put his hands on her son. Again.
She killed the engine and stepped out, smoothing down her simple outfit. Lauren had dressed down on purpose, like she always did these days. Faded blue jeans that hugged her toned legs and the firm, round swell of her ass without trying too hard, a loose white top that still could not quite hide the full, natural bounce of her breasts, and a light hoodie thrown over it all. At forty, she knew she still turned heads. Her body had stayed tight from years of yoga and long walks, her honey-blonde hair pulled back in a simple ponytail that swayed against her neck. High cheekbones, full lips, striking green eyes. Men still hit on her constantly, even when she shut them down out of habit. But dating had been off the table since Elliot’s father walked out when the boy was barely two. She had poured everything into raising her son, into being there for him, protecting him. And look where that had gotten them.
Steeling herself, she marched toward the heavy metal door of the gym. The place reeked of testosterone the second she stepped inside, sweat, iron, and raw masculinity hanging thick in the air. Grunts and the clank of weights echoed off the concrete walls. A young attendant behind the front desk looked up, his eyes immediately dropping to scan her body, lingering on the way her jeans clung to her hips and the subtle press of her breasts against the fabric of her top.
“Help you, ma’am?” he asked, a sleazy little grin tugging at his mouth.
“Where is Jax Harlan?” Lauren demanded, her voice tight.
The attendant checked her out one more time, slow and obvious, before jerking his thumb toward the back. “Sparring ring. Can’t miss it.”
She marched past him, ignoring the way several men working out turned to stare. Their gazes crawled over her like hungry hands, tracing the sway of her ass, the bounce in her step. It made something low in her belly twist, a flicker of unwanted heat she shoved down hard. She was here for her son, not to be ogled by a bunch of sweaty gym rats.
The sparring ring came into view at the back of the gym, a raised platform surrounded by chain-link fencing. Two shirtless young men were going at it inside. Lauren recognized Jax instantly from the school photos she had seen. He was the taller one, the one dominating the space with fluid, predatory grace. His body was a masterpiece of brutal power, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, thick arms corded with muscle, powerful legs planted like tree trunks. Sweat gleamed on his carved pecs and abs, making the ridges of his six-pack shine under the harsh lights. Even from a distance, she could see the raw aggression boiling under his skin, that cocky smirk fixed on his face as he toyed with his opponent, a man who looked easily a decade older.
The older fighter threw a heavy punch, but Jax slipped it effortlessly, countering with a sharp jab to the ribs that made the man grunt. Jax circled him slowly, his massive shoulders rolling with each step, the thick slabs of muscle in his back flexing and shifting like coiled steel cables under glistening skin. Lauren’s eyes traced the way his powerful arms hung loose yet ready, veins standing out along his biceps and forearms. God, he moved with such controlled dominance. She felt her nipples stiffen traitorously against the soft fabric of her top, a unwelcome tingle spreading through her breasts. No. This was the boy, no, the young man who had beaten her son. She tried to fight the heat building between her thighs, clenching her legs together as she watched.
Jax darted in again, landing a stinging leg kick that buckled his opponent’s stance. The older man swung wildly, but Jax weaved under it with graceful ease, his thick chest heaving as he drove a knee into the man’s midsection. The impact echoed, and Lauren could not help but admire the raw power in those tree-trunk thighs, the way his abs contracted sharply with the motion. Her pussy twitched against her will, a slick warmth gathering as she stared at the sweat running down the deep cuts of his V-line disappearing into his shorts. She reminded herself sharply that this was Jax Harlan, the bully terrorizing Elliot, but her body kept responding, her breath coming a little faster.
The fight intensified. Jax let the older fighter land a glancing blow to his shoulder just to laugh it off, the sound low and mocking. Then he exploded into a series of crisp combinations. A hook to the body that folded the man slightly, followed by an uppercut that snapped his head back. Jax’s shoulders bunched and released with terrifying efficiency, his pecs bouncing heavily as he pressed the attack. Lauren’s gaze lingered on those sweat-shiny slabs of chest muscle, imagining against her will how solid they would feel under her hands. Her nipples were fully hard now, aching points pressing visibly against her top. She crossed her arms, trying to hide it, hating the way her clit throbbed as she watched him dominate.
Jax toyed with him further, slipping punches and countering with sharp elbows that left red welts. He grabbed the man in a clinch, his powerful arms wrapping around and controlling him effortlessly, muscles bulging as he delivered short, vicious knees to the body. The older fighter gasped for air, but Jax shoved him back and unleashed another flurry. Fists hammered in with wet thuds, Jax’s lats flaring wide as he twisted into each punch. Lauren’s pussy clenched involuntarily at the display of pure masculine strength, a shameful flood of wetness soaking into her panties. This is wrong, she told herself furiously. He’s hurting people like my son. But her eyes stayed glued to the way his abs rippled, the heavy swing of his shoulders, the arrogant grace in every violent movement.
Finally Jax closed the distance in a blur and unleashed a truly brutal flurry. A devastating right cross split the man’s lip, blood spraying across the mat. Jax followed with knees and elbows, driving his opponent down. The man curled up wheezing, but Jax dropped a final savage elbow that left him gasping and bleeding. As the beaten man lay there panting, Jax planted a boot in his ribs and gave a sharp kick, making him curl tighter.
“Stay down, bitch,” Jax growled, voice dripping with contempt. “Learn your fucking place like the weak piece of shit you are.”
Then he turned, and his dark eyes locked onto Lauren. A slow, cocky grin spread across his face. He sauntered to the side of the ring, grabbed a water bottle, and tilted his head back, spraying a long stream into his mouth. Water cascaded down his chin, over his thick neck, and across those powerful, sweat-shiny pecs. His muscles flexed as he swallowed, the definition in his chest and arms popping obscenely. He looked every inch the arrogant young stud, radiating raw sexual power.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked her up and down, eyes lingering shamelessly on her tits and the curve of her hips. “You a fan or something?” he asked, voice laced with amusement. “Gotta be, way you’re staring. Damn, you’re hot as fuck for a mom type. We should go out sometime. I could show you a real good time.”
Lauren felt her face flush hot, a treacherous spark of heat flaring between her thighs at the sheer arrogance and the sight of his glistening, muscular body. She hated it. She was furious at herself for even noticing. “I’m not a fan,” she stammered, stepping closer to the ring. “And I’m not looking for a date. Are you Jax Harlan?”
He chuckled, low and confident. “Yeah, that’s me, baby.”
The words poured out of her then, righteous indignation surging as she shrieked at him. “You beat up my son Elliot today! He came home with a black eye and bruises all over his body. What the hell is wrong with you? You’re nothing but a bully, picking on a boy who is so much smaller and weaker than you. Jax, you’re huge and strong and violent, and Elliot is just a sweet, innocent kid who never did anything to deserve...”
She stopped abruptly, realizing with a wave of shame that describing his size and strength had made her pussy twitch again, her nipples throbbing harder. The words had stirred something deep and filthy inside her, and she clamped her mouth shut, cheeks burning.
Jax smirked wider, stepping down from the ring to tower over her, his sweaty, muscular frame close enough that she could smell the raw musk of him. “You through, mommy? Or you got more of that hot little lecture for me?”
Lauren nodded uncertainly, voice shaky. “Yes. I’m through.”
Jax leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “You should be grateful, actually. I’m teaching your little bitch boy Elliot how the real world works. Now I get why he’s such a pathetic, whiny little pussy. Got a mommy like you babying him every step of the way, protecting him from everything. Shielding him like the soft little faggot he is. The world’s a rough place, lady. Little cucks like Elliot are gonna get chewed up and spit out unless they toughen the fuck up. I’m just educating him. Showing him how to be a man instead of a sniveling, cock-sucking wimp who hides behind his hot mom’s skirt. Maybe if he stopped being such a useless cumrag and grew a pair, I wouldn’t have to keep reminding him of his place every damn day.”
He paused, eyes raking over her body again. “A hot piece of ass like you is fucking wasted taking care of a pathetic loser like Elliot. Why the fuck don’t you have a real man around the house to come talk to me about this shit? Maybe that’s the problem. No man in your life, so you spend all your time coddling that little wimp, turning him into an even bigger pussy. You need a real dick to sort you out, keep you from ruining your kid.”
Lauren was speechless for a moment, fury and unwanted arousal warring inside her as she stared up at his towering, sweat-slick frame. Her body betrayed her completely, pussy aching and wet, nipples diamond-hard. “Stay away from Elliot from now on,” she snarled finally, “or I’ll involve the authorities.”
She turned on her heel and marched out, ass swaying with each angry step.
Behind her, Jax’s voice rang out, loud and taunting. “Goddamn, that ass looks incredible from back here. Tight and juicy. Come back anytime, mommy. I bet I could make you forget all about that little bitch son of yours.”
Lauren stood in her quiet kitchen a couple of days after the heated confrontation at the gym, absently wiping down the counter for the third time that afternoon. The house felt too still without Elliot around. He was at some after-school club meeting, something about debate or robotics. She had encouraged him to go, hoping it would keep him out of harm’s way and maybe build a little confidence. But her mind kept drifting back to Jax Harlan. The way his sweat-glistened muscles had flexed under those harsh lights. The arrogant smirk. The filthy words he had thrown at her about her son. She hated how her body had reacted, the shameful wetness that had soaked her panties as she watched him dominate that older man. She was forty years old, a mother, and he was an eighteen-year-old bully who had beaten Elliot black and blue. It was disgusting. She told herself that firmly, even as a faint throb pulsed between her legs at the memory.
A sharp knock on the front door pulled her out of her thoughts. Lauren frowned, glancing at the clock. It was late afternoon, and she wasn’t expecting anyone. She smoothed down her casual outfit, a pair of snug yoga pants that hugged her firm ass and thick thighs along with a soft tank top that clung gently to her full breasts. She had dressed for comfort while cleaning, not expecting visitors. Padding to the door, she opened it and froze.
There stood Jax Harlan, towering in her doorway like he owned the place. He wore a tight black tank top that stretched obscenely across his broad chest and thick shoulders, the fabric damp with sweat from what must have been a recent training session. His gym shorts hung low on his narrow hips, revealing the deep V-lines of his abs and the powerful muscles of his thighs. He looked even bigger up close than he had in the sparring ring at the gym, pumped and vascular, veins standing out along his arms. That cocky half-lidded smirk played on his lips, and his dark eyes scanned her body shamelessly, lingering on the swell of her tits and the curve of her hips.
“Hey, Lauren,” he said casually, as if they were old friends. “Felt kinda bad about how shit went down at the gym the other day. Figured I should swing by and make it right. Maybe help out around here or something.”
Lauren crossed her arms over her chest, trying to ignore the way her nipples immediately stiffened at the sight of him. Annoyance flared hot in her chest. “Jax. What are you doing here? I told you to stay away from my family. And how do you even know where I live?”
He shrugged those massive shoulders, the motion making the tank top strain tighter across his pecs. “Small town. People talk. Look, I am not here to cause trouble. Just could tell at the gym that you were dealing with some stuff and thought a real man could lend a hand. Like that leaky kitchen faucet you’ve been complaining about for months. I can fix that shit easy.”
She blinked, caught off guard. How the hell did he know about the faucet? She had mentioned it in passing to a neighbor once or twice, but the fact that he knew made her stomach twist with a mix of irritation and something warmer, deeper. Her pussy gave an involuntary twitch as she looked at his thick forearms, imagining those powerful hands working under her sink. No. This was the violent punk bullying her son. She should slam the door in his face.
“I don’t need your help,” she said sharply. But even as the words left her mouth, she hesitated. The faucet had been dripping for ages, driving her crazy, and Elliot had never once offered to look at it. He always disappeared into his room with his headphones.
Jax leaned against the doorframe, flexing his arms casually as he did so. The veins on his forearms popped prominently. “Come on. It’ll take me ten minutes. Unless you want to keep listening to that annoying drip every night while your little boy hides in his room instead of manning up and fixing it.”
The jab at Elliot stung, but Lauren felt a shameful flutter low in her belly at his raw confidence. She stepped aside reluctantly. “Fine. Ten minutes. Then you leave.”
He grinned and stepped inside, his massive frame brushing past her closely enough that she caught the musky scent of his sweat mixed with whatever cologne he wore. It made her head spin a little. She led him to the kitchen, hyper-aware of how his eyes followed the sway of her ass in the yoga pants.
Jax dropped to his knees in front of the sink, his broad back stretching the tank top as he reached for the tools she pointed out. He went to work, but in a deliberate way, she noticed. Every movement seemed calculated to show off his body. As he twisted under the cabinet, his thick biceps bulged, the muscles shifting and contracting powerfully. His shoulders rolled like boulders, wide and imposing, the fabric of the tank top pulling tight across his lats. Lauren stood there, arms crossed, trying not to stare. But her eyes kept drifting to the way his back muscles flexed, the deep grooves running down either side of his spine. Sweat from his training still glistened on his skin, making him look even more primal, more masculine.
Her nipples hardened into aching peaks, pressing against her tank top in a way she hoped he wouldn’t notice. A slow, unwelcome heat built between her legs, her pussy lips swelling and growing slick against the seam of her yoga pants. She pressed her thighs together, furious with herself. This was the same arrogant boy who had kicked her son while he was down. The age gap alone should have disgusted her. He was barely legal, and she was old enough to be his mother. Yet her body betrayed her, clit throbbing as she watched those powerful arms work the wrench with effortless strength.
“So,” Jax said from under the sink, his voice muffled but cocky. “Just won another amateur fight last night. Knocked the guy out in the second round.” He chuckled. “Girls at school can’t get enough of a real fighter like me. They’re always hanging around after practice, begging for attention. Real men get that kind of respect.”
Lauren bristled, her voice sharp. “That’s wonderful for you, Jax. But it doesn’t excuse what you did to Elliot. He came home bruised and terrified because of you.”
Jax chuckled, emerging slightly to grab another tool. As he did, he flexed his arms overhead, making his pecs and shoulders pop dramatically. The outline of his powerful back was visible through the thin tank top, every ridge and valley defined. Lauren’s pussy twitched hard, a fresh gush of moisture seeping into her panties. She hated how her body responded to his display of strength. “Yeah, about that,” he continued casually. “Your boy needs to toughen up. A woman like you shouldn’t have to deal with broken shit around the house because your son is too much of a pussy to fix anything. What kind of man leaves his hot mom struggling with a leaky faucet for months? Pathetic.”
The words hit her like a slap, but the casual way he called her “hot mom” sent another shameful ripple through her core. Her clit pulsed insistently. She tried to fight it down, reminding herself of Elliot’s black eye, but the view of Jax’s muscular body dominating the space in her kitchen made it impossible. “Elliot’s a good boy,” she snapped. “He doesn’t need to be like you, some violent thug who gets off on hurting people smaller than him.”
Jax tightened something under the sink with a grunt, his biceps peaking massively. “Good boy, huh? That’s exactly the problem. You baby him too much. He’s eighteen and still hiding behind mommy’s skirt instead of growing some balls. Meanwhile, a prime piece of ass like you is wasting away fixing her own shit. You need a real man around here to handle things. Handle you.”
He stood up then, wiping his hands on his shorts. The motion made his tank top ride up, exposing the bottom ridges of his six-pack abs. Lauren stared despite herself, her breath catching. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and her pussy ached with needy heat. The taboo of it all, this young bully in her home, towering over her and speaking to her like this, only made the arousal worse.
“There. Fixed,” Jax said with a smirk, gesturing to the now-silent faucet. “No more drip. See? Easy when you have someone who actually knows what he’s doing.”
Lauren swallowed hard, trying to regain control. “Thank you. But that doesn’t change anything about Elliot. You need to stay away from him.”
Jax stepped closer, his pumped body radiating heat. He looked her up and down slowly, eyes hungry on her curves. “Sure, whatever you say, Lauren. But if you have more man’s work that needs doing around here, just call me. I’ll swing by anytime. Bet I could take care of a lot more than just your faucet.”
He gave her one last cocky grin, his eyes dropping to her hard nipples before he turned and headed for the door. “Later, hot mom. Tell that little bitch Elliot I said hi.”
Lauren watched him leave, her heart pounding and her panties drenched. She leaned against the counter, thighs trembling, furious at her body’s betrayal even as fresh fantasies of his powerful young body flashed through her mind.
Lauren sat at her kitchen table two days after Jax’s unannounced visit, nursing a cup of coffee that had gone lukewarm. The house was quiet again. Elliot was out at another one of his club meetings, something safe and indoors that kept him away from the hallways where Jax Harlan prowled like a predator. She told herself she was relieved, but her mind kept replaying the memory of Jax in her kitchen. The way his thick arms had flexed under that tight tank top, the arrogant smirk, the casual filth he’d spilled about her son. Worst of all was how her body had responded, her pussy growing moist and needy despite every rational part of her screaming that he was the violent bully tormenting Elliot. She was forty, a devoted single mother. He was eighteen, a walking red flag. The age difference alone should have revolted her. Instead, it made her thighs clench with shameful heat.
A firm knock echoed through the house. Lauren’s heart jumped. She already knew who it was before she reached the door. Opening it, she found Jax standing there, filling the frame with his massive presence. He wore a sleeveless gray hoodie that hung loose over his broad shoulders but did nothing to hide the powerful contours of his arms. Gym shorts rode low on his hips, and his dark hair was still slightly damp from what must have been another training session. That cocky half-lidded smirk curved his lips as his eyes dragged slowly down her body, taking in the simple t-shirt and yoga pants she’d thrown on that morning.
“Hey, Lauren,” he said, voice low and confident. “Back again. I figured you might need some more help around here. What can I do for you today?”
Lauren crossed her arms, trying to look standoffish even as her nipples began to stiffen against her bra. “Jax, I told you last time. You need to stay away. This isn’t appropriate. Elliot could come home any minute.”
He chuckled, stepping inside without waiting for a full invitation. “Relax. I saw him heading out earlier. Faggot Club meeting or whatever pussy shit he does. Come on, let me make myself useful. What needs fixing? I’m here to help a hot mom out.”
She wanted to slam the door, but the memory of that fixed faucet nagged at her. And deeper, something treacherous wanted him close again. “Fine,” she said tightly. “There are some heavy boxes in the garage that need moving. And the garage door spring’s been stuck for over a year. If you can handle that, then you can leave.”
Jax grinned and followed her through the house to the garage. Once inside the dim space, he reached back and peeled the sleeveless hoodie off in one smooth motion, revealing his chiseled torso in all its glory. Lauren’s breath caught. His body was even more obscenely cut up close, broad shoulders capped with thick delts, heavy pecs that sat high and firm on his chest, and a tight eight-pack of abs that flexed with every breath. Deep cuts ran down his obliques into a sharp V-line that disappeared temptingly into the waistband of his low-slung shorts. A light sheen of sweat already glistened on his skin from the walk over in the hoodie. “Let’s get to it,” he said, voice casual.
He moved to the stack of heavy boxes first, bending at the knees and powering up with raw strength. His back muscles flared wide like wings as he lifted one, the thick slabs shifting and bunching under his skin. Lauren stood nearby, pretending to organize tools, but her eyes were locked on him. The definition in his chest was hypnotic, pecs contracting powerfully with each rep. His abs rippled like carved stone as he strained, and that prominent V-line drew her gaze lower. Then she saw it, the large, heavy bulge at the front of his gym shorts. Even soft, it was thick and obvious, stretching the fabric in a way that made her mouth go dry. It had been so long, years since she’d seen a real man’s cock in person, let alone one that looked that intimidating. Shame flooded her cheeks even as her pussy twitched hard, a sudden rush of wetness soaking into her panties.
“You okay over there?” Jax asked with a smirk as he set down a box, his massive arms flexing. “You look a little distracted.”
“I’m fine,” she snapped, but her voice came out breathier than she intended. He worked closer now, brushing past her “accidentally” as he repositioned another box. His bare shoulder grazed her arm, hot and solid, sending a jolt straight to her core. She knew exactly what he was doing, but that didn’t stop her nipples hardening into aching points, clearly visible through her thin t-shirt. She crossed her arms again, furious at her body’s betrayal.
Jax moved to the garage door next, examining the stubborn spring. He reached up high, muscles in his back and lats exploding as he strained to adjust it. Sweat began to trickle down the deep groove of his spine. Lauren watched, mesmerized, her gaze tracing every cut and bulge. His powerful ass flexed in the shorts as he worked, and that thick bulge shifted visibly when he adjusted his stance. Her clit throbbed insistently. She pressed her thighs together, trying to will the heat away. This was the same arrogant eighteen-year-old who had beaten her son. She should be disgusted. Instead, her mind flashed with filthy images of those powerful hips driving forward, that bulge growing harder because of her.
“Damn, this spring is tight,” Jax grunted, his voice echoing in the garage. “Needs a real man’s touch. There we go.” With a final powerful yank, the mechanism freed up and the door moved smoothly. He turned to her, chest heaving, sweat running down his abs. “All set. What else you got for me, Lauren?”
She swallowed, trying to ignore the slick ache between her legs. “Th-thank you. That’s all.”
But he didn’t leave. Instead, he grabbed two bottles of water from the mini-fridge in the garage and handed her one. “Come on, let’s sit for a minute. You look like you need to cool down.”
They ended up on the old couch in the corner of the garage that she used for sorting laundry. Jax sat close, his thick thigh pressing lightly against hers. The contact burned through her yoga pants. Lauren’s nipples tightened even more, two hard buds tenting her t-shirt obscenely. She could smell his musk, raw and masculine, and it made her pussy clench with need. “So,” Jax said, taking a long drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You got a man in your life these days? Or has it just been you and the little bitch boy for years?”
Lauren stiffened. “That’s none of your business. I don’t date. I’ve been focused on raising Elliot.”
Jax laughed softly, his thigh shifting against hers deliberately. “Figures. A woman like you, still looking this fucking good at forty, wasting away with no one to fuck her right. Bet your pussy hasn’t had a real dick in ages. Shame.”
The crude words sent a sharp pang through her, mixing anger with unwanted arousal. Her clit pulsed. Before she could respond, he continued. “Me, I got a date tonight actually,” he said casually. “Some fangirl from my last fight. Eighteen, tight little body, already dripping for me after watching me knock some chump out. She can’t wait to get a piece of this.”
A surprising spike of jealousy stabbed through Lauren’s chest. The thought of some young girl on her back with her legs spread for Jax made her stomach twist. She hated that it bothered her. He was nothing to her. Just her son’s bully.
Jax noticed immediately, his smirk deepening. “What, jealous? Cute. But seriously, that little faggot Elliot needs to man the fuck up soon or he’ll never keep a woman happy like a real man could. Hiding in his room while his hot mom gets all wet inside watching me work. Pathetic.”
Lauren shot up from the couch, cheeks burning. “You need to leave. Now. And stay away from my son.”
Jax stood slowly, towering over her, his chiseled torso still on full display. “Whatever you say, mommy. But you know where to find me if you need more man’s work done. Or if you just need a real cock to sort out that frustration.” He grabbed his hoodie and left with that same cocky grin. Lauren locked the door behind him and leaned against it, breathing hard. Her pussy was drenched, aching with empty need.
The rest of the evening she was restless, pacing the house, thighs rubbing together as memories of his body and his words replayed in her head. When Elliot finally came home, she hugged him a little too tightly, guilt twisting in her gut even as her mind wandered back to Jax’s massive bulge and powerful muscles. She felt like she was already betraying her son, one forbidden visit at a time.