Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

"Yes," his mom said. "Why?"

He stood behind her and said, "Candy," over and over in his head. That's how he was thinking of her lately, as Candy. His mouth went dry. Her pants were painted on, dividing each sphere of her glorious ass. "Why not order pizza? Dad went to Atlanta for the weekend, right?" He felt guilty for staring at her butt cleavage. Two perfect halves of a wonderful whole, divided by a deep groove.

*I had pork chops defrosted." She continued rinsing a potato. "Darn, pizza is like a-thousand times better than pork chops. "Sorry," she said, "too late."

He slipped his hands under her arms and mimicked her washing motion. "Want help?"

"Sure," she said.

Evan wished he hadn't tried to be cute. It's nothing, he told himself. It's just her sides. But ribs didn't feel like that, or make him tingle. He'd hugged her like that before and never felt her breasts that way. They bulged out past the sides of her body and caressed his forearms. He knew he should have taken his arms back, but he tightened his muscles so they sank deeper into the soft, mysterious flesh. Wasn't that the same as intentionally touching her tits?

"Wash up first,' she said, and grabbed his hands, pulling them under the hot water.

The water burned him, but he didn't pull back. Her hands Intertwined with his. Her soapy fingers gilded between his, dipping deep into the webbing. Her thumbs pushed into the curves of his palms. He gulped air when he realized he wasn't breathing. Move back, just back up, back away, he told himself. He left his groin nestled against the inward slope of his mom's lower back. His penis pulsed, growing with his guilt. The outward push of her rump contour to his body. His throbbing balls were resting in the gap at the top of her butt. Could she feel him?

"You peel the rest of these and cut them into cubes," she said. Surprised by her voice, he gasped. "Ah, okay."

"I have something to finish up. I'll do the mashing after," she said. "Thank you, I appreciate it."

"No problem." He watched her walk towards her room, her giant breasts swishing under a thin blouse, bra-less. He was going to faint

Later on, Evan hadn't fainted, but he did cut himself twice while peeling the potatoes. When he was done, he went straight to his room without bothering to whack off his unyielding boner. His cousin, Cindy, was into meditation. She said it made her a better race car driver, being able to clear her mind of all thoughts. Evan sat in his desk chair and took several long, calming breaths, but meditation wasn't working. His thoughts spun like a tornado and his emotions were the flying debris that smashed everything in it's path.

He had been calling her "Mom" for years, and always thought of her that way. Why was he suddenly seeing her as Candy again? What had changed? He pictured Jason's mother, she was sexy in her own way, and he wouldn't turn her down if she wanted to have sex with him, but he was sure Jason didn't massage her or get hard for her. It wasn't the erection, it was the emotions, the feelings and that powerful desires that went along with it. He had been out of his mind and could have crossed a line in the blink of

an eye, a line that would have changed his life forever. The knock on his door startled him. "Come in, Gloria," he said. He spun his chair towards the door. "What?"

She stood in front of him looking down at her feet. "Um." She didn't look up.

"What Is It?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

"Dad said," she lifted her head, "if you didn't coddle me all the time I'd be better at softball."

"Oh," he said, and pulled her onto his lap.

She laid her head on his shoulder, and it was his baby-girl again.

"How come he doesn't like me?" Her breath warmed his neck. "Don't say that. Of course he does." He moved her face in front of his and looked her in the eyes. They were so blue he could have gotten lost in then. "He just wants you to be strong when you grow up, and don't worry, I'm never going to stop coddling you."

"I love you," she said, and pressed her lips against his. When she finally pulled away, her cheeks were flushed. She said, Thank you. You always make me feel better."

What the hell was that? He needed to talk to Deana, she understood these things, girl things. He went back to trying to figure out what to do about his mother. What if she'd felt him?

At Rebecca's House, Deana and Rebecca entered Rebecca's bedroom, giddy from excessive amounts of junk food and soda. Rebecca held her fingers in the air like a magician. "Shazam," she said, and pushed in the button on her doorknob, "access denied" "Don't rub it in," Deana said. Would a lock really make her life any

better?

"Sorry" Rebecca said.

"Hey, Reb, ya know what we talked about earlier-"

"I told you, there's nothing to worry about," Rebecca said, "I'll never tell anyone you jerked your brother off with your foot." "I'm going to kill you," Deana said. She wished she'd never

mentioned it. Telling Rebecca had linked the incidental contact and listening outside the bathroom door in her mind. It had turned a spotlight on the thoughts she'd been having, on the truth, the true nature of her evil desires. She would burn in hell, wouldn't she?

"Maybe before you end my life," Rebecca said, "You can finish what you started out front?"

Rebecca stepped forward, their toes touched and so did their chests. Deana's nipples sparkled with sensation. She looked into those big, green eyes. Rebecca's lips quivered and so did hers. She pressed her lips to Rebecca's, closed her eyes and tilted her head. Her tongue darted out tentatively and Rebecca's mouth opened. She dove in, plunging her tongue inside another girl's mouth. It was more exciting than kissing a boy, not that she knew much about that.

Rebecca's hands clamped down on her ass and it shot a bolt of

electricity into her crotch. Their passion flared and she grabbed Rebecca's firm athletic ass and forced their groins together. Rebecca moaned into her mouth, and sucked her tongue hard while inching backwards, pulling her along. Rebecca broke the kiss and sat on the bed behind her.

"I'm sorry, Rebecca, I, ah, I got- "Shh, don't say anything," Rebecca said, her ankles hooked behind Deana's calves, locking her legs to the side of the bed. Something had changed between them, she saw it in Rebecca's eyes. She combed her fingers through Rebecca's hair and stared into her eyes. It was a defining moment, a point of no return, and she was terrified.

Deana inhaled sharply when Rebecca's lips touched her stomach. The tongue circling her belly button caused goosebumps to race down her legs. "Rebecca," she said, "what are you doing?"

Rebecca looked up and said, "Let me."

She had never felt so alive or alert. Her senses crackled and her body buzzed. Rebecca willfully stared into her eyes, tracing the top edge of her sweatpants with an index finger. Her abs tightened and she whispered, "Reb."

"It's okay," Rebecca said. She was pretty sure it wasrit okay, but she didn't have the power nor desire to make it stop. Rebecca's eyes were demanding, yet passionately loving, and Deana knew she'd let her BFF do whatever she wanted, no-matter how terrified she was. The hands holding her shirt halfway up her stomach, her own hands, lifted the shirt up over her head without asking permission. Her pink, cotton-puff nipple sacks swelled and pulsated.

Rebecca leaned forward and Deana stared at the top of her head. Wet lips pressed against that space between the top of her sweats and her belly-button. It was flesh that had never felt such sensitive warmth. The hot, wet tip of Rebecca's tongue was moving down, down and further down. It had only dropped a short distance, but In Deana's mind it took a lifetime to reach the top of her pants. "Ah... Rebecca."

The drawstring around her waist tightened on her hip bones, cutting in, then the bow that held her sweatpants in place seemed to vibrate into her groin as it pulled apart. The coolness of the room's air slapped her on the ass and rushed between her legs. She realized moisture from her pussy had seeped down her inner thighs. Rebecca's hands tightened and her fingers dug into the fleshy cushions of her ass. She couldn't do this, couldn't let it happened. She wanted to push her friend's head away from the slippery mess between her legs. "What, ah, what are you-"

Rebecca's gaze silenced her. She pulled her foot out of her pants and widened her stance to make room for the pint-sized gymnast, who was sliding down off the bed. It was a nasty way for a young lady to present herself, spread open, vulnerable, and exposed. Shame and embarrassment should have demanded she stop it from happening, but a puff of air from Rebecca's mouth pushed her into another realm where her father's voice couldn't be heard. A million sparks tingled just inside her pussy lips and spread up into her body deeper than her fingers had ever reached. She panted, feeling each taunting breath her friend released. Rebecca's eyes had never been as big or as green as they were now, staring up from below her black bush. The long lashes blinked slowly, then it happened. Nothing she'd ever done to herself had felt so wonderful. The same sensual tongue that had probed her mouth and danced with her own tongue was licking her inflamed labia. "Ahhh, oh sheeit," she gasped. Nobody had ever touched her ass the way Rebecca was fondling it. Fingernails raked down her cheeks, followed the curvature of her ass and continued down her inner thighs. "Oh, god." She closed her eyes and threw her head back, unable to comprehend what was happening between her legs. The probing, snaking motion of Rebecca's tongue at the mouth of her pussy tube ripped her mind apart. Her body was out of her control. Her hands pawed at her own tits, twisting their silky crowns. "Oh, oh, oh, god," she cried out.

Deana didn't want to climax on her friend's face, inside her mouth, but she rocked, dipped and ground her cunt on the lashing tongue, searching for release. Should she warn Rebecca when it was coming, give her a chance to get out of the way? She thought she should, but instead she begged, "Oh, yes, yes, make me cum..." Rebecca's hands gripped her ass with incredible force and pulled her face up into Deana's pussy, ramming her tongue deep inside. Deana had never been so removed from reality and she never

wanted to come back. Nothing existed except her pussy, Rebecca's mouth and the orgasm that threatened to knock her off her feet. It exploded violently, shaking her from head to toe, then her toes curled and she fell forward onto the bed. Her body coiled up into a ball and she wept.

The warm, softness of Rebecca's naked body wrapped around her like a blanket, and her lips touched her ear. "Didn't you like it?" she

whispered.

Deana said, "I did."