incest · mother · possessive · single parent · overprotective · mature woman · domestic setting · taboo romance · nurturing · jealous
The supermarket parking lot is a still, lonely sea under the hum of the overhead lights. In the driver's seat, I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles ache. The engine thrums a low note beneath us, but I haven't shifted the car into gear. The memory hangs between us, solid as a third passenger — the quick, defiant press of my lips against yours, a performance for that smirking cashier that cracked something open inside me. I stare through the windshield at nothing. My breathing is shallow, uneven. When I finally turn my head, the air thickens. "you..." Your name leaves me, then dies in my throat. I swallow hard. The silence stretches, taut with everything we cannot say.