Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

"So did I," Rebecca said, and kissed the back of her neck.

"Have you, um, have you ever done that before?" "Oh, about a million times,' Rebecca said, "In my fantasies.' "I swear, I've never...I can't even move," Deana said. "I don't think

I've ever gone off like that. I was gonna kill you, but you killed me."

Rebecca said, "Don't worry, I'll give you a chance to kill me."

At Home, Evan blew out a long breath and considered calling Jason, again. He'd tried working out, watching TV and listening to music, but still he couldn't get what happen at the kitchen sink out of his mind. Since then, his mom had seemed quiet and distant, but that could have been his guilty imagination. Had she sensed how aroused he was while she washed his hands, or even been caught up in that special moment like he had? He had to talk to her or he'd never be able to sleep. If he went to her room to tell her good night, he'd know if she was upset with him, he always did. The clock on the microwave was the only light in the kitchen and the refrigerator's hun was the only sound. Evan turned back, stopped, then went on. He had to know, had to at least see her, say good night and see if she was upset. He'd touched her breasts, on purpose.

When he reached the bedroom door, he heard his dad's firm voice in his mind, Always knock." The bedroom door was ajar and light leaked out into the hallway. He held his fist up, ready to knock, then his face inched towards the crack. The night-stand lamp made him squint. He blinked hard and nudged the door. He didn't think she was awake, so why was he still opening her door?

His footfall was silenced by the plush carpet, but not the pounding of his heart. It was all he could hear, the thump, thump, thumping in his ears. He took two more steps. Breathe, you have to breathe. Why hadn't she gotten under the covers?

Three more steps and he was at the edge of her bed, her bare feet hung off the mattress. They were pretty and he wanted to touch them, massage them like she wanted him to. He'd never seen that purple robe before. It was like Deana's towels, too short. The end laid along the cusp of her butt cheeks. Her shapely calves, thighs and the curvature of her ass under that sheer material, gave him a hot flash. He tried to swallow, but his throat stuck to itself. The truest test of his character had been set before him. What kind of person was he?

None of the excuses Evan had fabricated could exonerate him now. He was kneeling at the foot of his parent's bed. His eyes followed those sexy legs to where the thickness of her thighs spread out against the mattress, he looked between them. There was a narrow slice of red fabric that swelled with what he knew to be his mother's pussy. He gulped air and a squeak escaped from

deep in his throat. None of the porn he had ever seen had the same effect on his teenage mind. He couldn't pull his eyes away from what was under that thin layer of cloth. He wanted to touch it, needed to touch it, and taste it. His penis was painfully stiff. He grabbed it. When he looked down he realized his cock was out, completely visible and being stroked. It didn't matter that she was sleeping, just the idea that his dick was there in plain view in her presence was enough. In his mind, they might as well have been fucking, so would it be any worse if he came on her floor?

Evan walked backwards without taking his eyes off his mother. He closed the door, then he rushed to the kitchen. She was so beautiful. He'd always known that, but never let his mind go to the places it had just been. Why now?

He sat at the kitchen table, waiting for some sign that his mom had woken up. The refrigerator was quiet. He rested his chin on his fists with his elbows on his thighs. She couldn't have known he was there or she would have said something immediately. He hadn't touched her and he hadn't shot his load, but he'd failed the test because in his mind he'd done terrible things. He jumped when Gloria came into the room. "Evan," she said,

"What are you doing?" "What are you doing?" he said. "Where are you going?"

"I had a bad dream and Deana isn't here and you're not supposed to coddle me, so I was going to-

"No, you don't need to wake mom," he said.

"How do you know she's asleep?"

"Ah, I don't, but we can assume. It's late and I don't hear anything." "But it was scary."

He knew where this was going and he didn't like it, but the scene of the crime needed time. In his mind, time and a good night sleep made stuff go away. As long as his mom slept through the night, even if she knew something, even just in her subconscious, by morning it wouldn't exist.

"So," he said.

"I don't want to be alone," she said, "At least come talk for a while." His father was right, he was a pushover and she was too old for him to lay in bed with her until she fell asleep, but he said, "All right." Did a good deed erase a bad one?

Evan stayed in Gloria's room, in her bed, until she was out cold, then he went to his room. He had no desire to stop coddling her, she was his, Baby-giri, she needed him. Fuck what his father said, she was just a kid.

He stripped naked and got into bed, knowing sleep would erase his concerns and tomorrow would be a new day. Nobody would be thinking about what he'd done.

At Jason's House, Jason made his way to the kitchen without turning on any lights. He'd done everything he could to forget and avoid, but it wasn't working. All he'd been thinking about was Deana's panties and Becky's naked ass and the smooth folds of her bulging pussy. He opened the refrigerator, looking for something to take the edge off his horny state. He settled for Gatorade.