The quiet evening held a secret. A young son observed his dozing stepmom her peaceful face a temptation. He perceived an arousing pull a longing he dared not name.
He recalled the warmth of her being the lingering warmth from her side. It was a bond both innocent and illicit a tangled web of emotions. 
His thoughts drifted to narratives he’d read forbidden acts whispered in hushed tones. He knew these fantasies were taboo but they wouldn't fade. 
The anticipation built as he stirred closer his breath catching. The atmosphere was thick with unrealized desire a palpable pull. 
He wondered if she knew his proximity if her dreams mirrored his thoughts. The line between right and wrong blurred. 
The temptation was too strong a whisper in his ear. He was drawn into her world a willing captive. 
His hand paused a hair’s breadth from temptation. The air between them crackled with raw energy a burgeoning secret. 
The space felt alive a bubble of forbidden longing. Every sound was magnified a drumbeat of illicit passion. 
He bent closer his heart racing. The illicit nature of his want only made it more powerful. 
Her lips were an enticement a silent plea. He fantasized about the taste of them. 
The outside faded only this forbidden moment. He was lost in the desire a willing participant in the forbidden. 
The arousing fantasy of her awakening and reciprocating his desire sent a thrill through him. It was a exciting dance. 
He realized there was no turning back the die was cast. The taboo act was close a step into the unknown. 
The air was thick with excitement a silence that screamed desire. The forbidden encounter was about to begin. 
