Sage stood at the kitchen sink, gazing out the window as her son's car pulled into the driveway. He'd been away at college for three long years, and the anticipation of his return had built to a fever pitch within her. With trembling hands, she wiped down the counter, smoothed her hair, and pasted on a bright, welcoming smile.

The front door burst open, and her boy strode in, a beaming grin on his face. "Mom, I'm home!" He dropped his bags by the door and rushed to envelop Sage in a tight hug. She returned it eagerly, relishing the warmth and security of her son in her arms.

As they parted, Sage's gaze fell upon the tall, dark-haired stranger standing just behind her son. Her breath caught, and a flush spread across her cheeks. The young man's piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

"Mom, this is my friend, Ethan," her son introduced, oblivious to the chemical reaction occurring between his mother and his companion. "We decided to road trip home together."

Sage's mind raced, trying to process the implications of this handsome young man invading her space. She forced a friendly smile and extended a hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Ethan. Please, call me Sage."

As Ethan's strong, warm fingers enveloped hers, Sage felt her resolve crumbling. He was so young, so vibrant, with an aura of confidence that was undeniably alluring. She needed to maintain some semblance of propriety, but her body had other plans.

That night, as everyone retired to their rooms, Sage lay awake, her mind consumed by Ethan. She couldn't deny the primal urge to explore his youth, his virility. Her husband's absence over the past decade had left her hollow, aching for fulfillment she hadn't allowed herself to seek.

As the house grew quiet, Sage crept down the hall to her guest room, her heart pounding in her chest. She rapped softly on the door, and when she opened it, she knew she was lost.

"Ethan, I... I need to talk to you," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

In the dim light, Ethan's eyes sparkled with intrigue, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "Sure, Sage. Come in."

Sage stepped inside and closed the door behind her, her pulse racing as she approached the bed. Ethan sat up, watching her with an intensity that made her skin prickle with anticipation.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

Sage shook her head, banishing all thoughts of propriety. "No, Ethan. I'm not okay. I want you."

A look of surprise flashed across his face, but a predatory grin quickly replaced it. "Is that so?"

With a nod, Sage reached for the hem of her nightgown, pulling it slowly over her head and letting it pool at her feet. Ethan's gaze roamed over her body, taking in the curves she'd kept hidden away for so long. Sage stepped closer, her nipples hardening as the cool air kissed her bare skin.

"Touch me," she begged, pressing her chest against Ethan's hand.

His fingers traced the outline of her breasts, sending shivers down her spine. Sage leaned in, capturing his mouth in a hunger-filled kiss. Ethan responded eagerly, his tongue tangling with hers as his hands roamed every inch of her body.

Clothes were shed with urgency, until they lay tangled together, skin on skin. Sage was consumed by the sensation of Ethan's young, hard body pressed against hers. She had to have him, to claim this forbidden fruit for her own.

Ethan guided Sage onto her back, his mouth trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, to the soft swell of her breasts. He lavished attention on each nipple, suckling and nibbling until Sage writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder.

Desire pulsed through her veins like liquid heat, urging her to take what she craved. Sage grasped Ethan's hardness, stroking it firmly as she positioned him at her entrance.

"Please, Ethan," she pleaded, her hips bucking upward in silent demand. "Fill me up. Make me yours."

With a groan, Ethan thrust forward, sinking deep inside Sage's welcoming heat. A scream of pleasure tore from her throat as her body accommodated him, the stretch and fullness driving her wild.

They moved as one, their hips locking in a primal rhythm. Sage clung to Ethan, her nails digging into his back as he pumped into her again and again. The world narrowed to the sensation of his hard length filling her, stretching her, claiming her.

Sometime in the dark, sweaty frenzy of their coupling, Sage lost track of time and reality. There was only Ethan, his young, powerful body pleasuring hers, his moans and gasps blending with her own.

As the first wave of orgasm crashed over her, Sage's vision blurred, and she screamed out his name. Ethan followed her over the edge, his seed spilling deep within her as they collapsed together in a tangled heap of sweat and satisfaction.

In the aftermath, as Ethan's softening member slipped from her body, Sage felt a glow of contentment she hadn't known in years. She was deeply ashamed of her actions, but the pang of guilt was drowned out by the intoxicating rush of forbidden pleasure.

As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Sage gently disentangled herself from Ethan's embrace. "I should go," she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying out his name.

Ethan's eyes fluttered open, and he reached for her, but she placed a finger against his lips.

"This can never happen again," she said firmly, though her body screamed in protest at the thought of leaving him.

With a heavy heart, Sage dressed in the remnants of the night and slipped out of Ethan's room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. As she padded down the hall toward her own room, she knew her life would never be the same.