Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 35

His mom's soft skin, her breathing and the murmurs all seened different, like they were telling him something. He stepped closer, remembering the night he had actually pressed his boner against her body. When his hands worked forward on her shoulders, her robe loosened and opened more. He could see her amazing globes moving around, no bra. She made no effort to secure the robe and if it kept going her nipple would be exposed. No mother would let their son see her nipple unless-Was it an invitation to reach around, slip his hand inside and take hold of her breast, fondle it, then suck those massive nipples. Hadn't he wanted to do that for as long as he could remember?

His groin inadvertently bumped into his mom. He didn't back away. His hands kept kneading the tight strands of muscle, rolling the knot under his palm. Her butt was touching him. If they were naked, his balls would be hanging in the groove between her cheeks. He'd dip down and slide his erection up through the deep valley. It would be too much for him and his balls would burst, covering her back with his cum. He'd watch it slide down her flesh and funnel into the crack of her ass.

The dark edge of a nipple was ready to come into view. He leaned forward, his lips got close to her neck, and he was going to kiss that sensual spot below her ear. She'd moan, then turn around and press her lips to his. They'd be overtaken by their lust and do it right there on the kitchen floor. She had to want him the way he wanted her. Reality had blurred and his heart was pounding. If the kiss was received his dreams would come true, but what if-

"I'm ready." Deana announced. "Last day! Yippy, summer."

Reality came back like a kick in the nuts and he jerked away from his mother. She turned around holding her robe closed, but those lumps pushed up through the fabric. "Well, don't you look nice,' she said.

Evan only turned halfway, hoping he could hide the throbbing boner in his pants. "Whoa," he said, "you're hot!"

His mom swatted him. "Don't talk about your sister like that." Her hand slid down to the small of his back and stayed there. It was probably a normal motherly touch, but in his state of resurrected love, he took it as a secret message confirming his understanding of what had just happened.

Out in the driveway, he realized what his mom was talking about.

Deana's hair was in a French braid, her blouse was tight and

hugged her breasts, making them seem larger. Her blue skirt hung

almost to her knees and the pleats opened and flashed white almost to her knees and the pleats opened and flashed white when she walked. "You really do look pretty," he said, and rushed to open her door. "Why?"

"Thank you," Deana said, suspiciously. "Me and Rebecca decided to do the opposite of everyone else and dress up instead of going slob on the last day. Can't wait to see what she's wearing. She wouldn't tell me, but she promised the boys would remember her all summer."

He assumes she'd be in those skintight stretching things that clearly showed the outline of her pussy, and he tried to put her out of his mind. There was no need to imagine her spread eagle in a handstand. He had enough to think about after that melt-down in the kitchen.

Deana waited until they pulled out of the driveway before she said, "What was going on back there with mom?"

Dammit, she must have seen my boner. He decided to go with reverse psychology. "I was rubbing her shoulders and looking down the front of her robe, checking out her tits."

"Pervert."

He laughed. "Yup, I guess so."

They pulled into Rebecca's driveway. She came out of the house before he had to beep the hom and he said, "You too match..sort of.

Rebecca had a matching skirt, except hers was shorter, and she was wearing heels. Her purple blouse was unbuttoned too far and she was wearing plenty of makeup. She looked three years older. "No wonder dad doesn't let you wear makeup, you'd look twenty- five," he said.

He let his window down and whistled.

"You going my way?" Rebecca asked, leaning in so he could see her fancy blue bra.

He didn't say any of the things that came to his mind. "Sure, hop in."

Rebecca's lips moved next to his ear as she squeezed in behind his seat. She whispered, "I'm not wearing panties."

Jeez, he didn't need to know that. After she scooted to the middle Jeez, he didn't need to know that. After she scooted to the middle of the seat, he glanced back. She had a foot on each side of the car and her knees parted, but her skirt dipped down just enough so he couldri't tell if she was teasing. Probably a good thing, considering he was already out of his mind imagining things about his mother. He was grateful Deana had interrupted before he made a complete ass of himself.