Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 40

Summer Lawn Job

The birds had started chirping, and the sun was creasing the eastern skyline when Candy got out of bed. John had come home at midnight, smelling of alcohol. She pretended she had been in a sound sleep and only grunted at him. If she asked where he'd been that would have led to him berating her for accusing him of something when he was working hard to provide for her and his family. She didn't need that. She was already beating herself up mentally.

She had to wash those panties, needed them to be pure and unstained by the incestuous act of adultery. She'd never gone to church as a kid, but during the few years she'd taken Evan and Deana, for Sandra's sake, she'd heard enough to know she had already committed adultery with her son, in her mind. She could never let it happen anywhere else.

Now the hamper was empty and her panties were in the washing machine. They'd come out like nothing had ever happened. Too bad there wasri't a washing machine for her mind.

Candy sat on top of the Maytag. The cool steel on her ass cheeks sent chill bumps down her thighs and up her spine. She took a long slow breath, then pushed the start button. A second passed and she jerked when the water started spraying. The vibration transferred to her skin, into her muscles and up through her vaginal tube. Her womb tightened and her nipples grew. She slipped her hand inside her robe and fondled her breasts. She was a weak, tired woman with a horny teenager trapped inside. Her eyes had seen Evan pressing his face into her panties, but her brain told her it was her pussy he was licking. His face was buried in her crotch, and his tongue was plunging into her body. The gears in her head cranked up the time machine; she was suddenly in the kitchen of her family's double wide trailer. It was a memory she had barred from her present life, but it was one too powerful to be forgotten.

The washing machine's water valve snapped shut and the Maytag jerked. Candy was knocked back to the present and nearly screamed, but the soothing chug, chug, chug of the wash cycle made her drift back.

Candy didn't realize her big sister knew how much she liked to spy. Sally said, "Why don't I show you how it feels, then maybe you won't have to peek when my boyfriend comes over.

Candy's cheeks burned with embarrassment. "I, ah, I-"

"Yeah, let me do that, I'll show you what your fingers can't do," Sally said, and pushed Candy's pants down below her hips.

Candy loved and trusted her big sister, they had grown up together, but she still questioned her sanity. "Here? Right here?" she said. It sucked that they still lived at home with their parents.

Sally's cheeks glowed and her lips formed a crooked smile. "Why not, I'm going to eat you."

While Candy tried to understand what was happening, Sally helped her onto the table, and yanked the soft, cotton pants down her legs. Candy stared at them on the floor while Sally knelt. Candy had never had a boyfriend go there, certainly not a girl, but that was her sister.

Her legs were resting on Sally's shoulders. The first kiss tickled her Inner thigh, sending goosebumps up her stomach. She felt her nipples stiffen. The next kiss was closer, and the desire to giggle faded. Sally pressed her lips onto the mound of her crotch, and something stirred deeper inside her body than her probing fingers had ever reached. It felt better than she had imagined while secretly watching Sally get eaten out.

When Sally's tongue forced open the smooth, plump flaps and went into her inflamed vaginal groove, Candy knew she'd been cheating herself using her fingers. The only thing that kept her from screaming was the fear of waking their mother. She squeaked and let out a long muffled moan as she lifted up on her elbows. She needed to see what Sally was doing to her. Her sister's blue eyes peered at her and twinkled, then she went to work. Her lips, tongue and fingers blended into a collage of pleasure between Candy's legs. She gasped and bit her lip. The pressure building inside wouldn't be contained for long. It was a force greater than her years on Earth allowed her to comprehend.

Finally, with a loud squeal, Candy fell back onto the table. Her

orgasm sent her legs straight out, shaking, then her heels dug into

Sally's shoulder blades. In a fuzzy cloud she could see her sister grinning at her from between her thighs. Sally's face said things would be different now. Candy knew they would. An orgasm of that magnitude had the power to change things.

Evan rolled on his back without anything on his mind. Ten seconds passed and he remembered his mother's underwear,

Gloria's reincarnation and Deana's lips. He closed his eyes but that

only made him visualize his thoughts. He saw his mother walking

to her room after she left him to peel the potatoes, but now saw

something that day's trauma blinded him to. He had noticed her amazing tits as they moved around under her loose blouse, but now he saw them clear in his mind. Her nipples were huge, solid bulges following her tits side-to-side swishing. Candy had gone braless back in the good ole days, but not since his father married her.

His mother had taken his hands under the hot water, knowing his arms were rubbing the overflow of her breasts. He pressed his erection against her back and her nipples had stiffened. Then he'd gone into her room-violating his father's rule and her privacy-to look at her pussy bursting from those red panties. Those fuckin' red panties were in his laundry hamper, and he came in them!

There could be an explanation for her not wearing a bra, he told himself. Maybe they were all in the laundry? Certainly there was a better chance of that than his mother trying to get him excited. The red panties in his hamper? Well it was, after all, a hamper designed for dirty clothes. He might not be able to explain it to his satisfaction, but surely it could be explained in bunches of ways that didn't include his mother wanting him to taste her pussy juices and come in her underwear. Damn it, he thought, why didn't I at least rinse them out?

He took a few minutes to review the events of the last month. He had already been horny and lonely without Stacey when he had kissed Deana. That had opened the closet in his mind where he'd hidden those embarrassing puberty-induced feelings. Then his subconscious mind saw Gloria turning into a clone of his babysitter. That was a catalyst to rejuvenate his crush and make him misinterpret everything his mother did. Jeez, he thought, on top of that he'd felt up Rebecca's ass, saw her pussy and made out with his own sister in front of her. He knew Deana and Rebecca at least made out and Gloria's best friend sat on another girl's face at the ball park. No wonder his mind was all messed up. He needed someone to talk to, to give a blow-by-blow account of the past month. They could tell him if he had grounds for his suspicion, or if it was all in his head.

In the absence of wise counsel, he thought ignorance was his best course of action, and he would act like everything was normal until it was proven otherwise. Maybe Deana or his mother would come right out and ask for sex. Then he'd know, but he'd also have to choose between right and sex. Tough decision, he mused as he got out of bed. He had to go do Miss Tonya's yard work, and tonight was race night. "Mm, do Miss Tonya," he whispered. That would never happen, but thinking about it, and Cindy racing, was enough to make him forget about everything else.

Evan took the long way through their neighborhood to get to Miss Tonya's house. Everything was as he remembered it, so he ruled out being picked up by aliens and dropped off on another planet. He had been horrified to find the hamper empty, but his mother was her normal self. There was no way she could have found his jizz in her panties and acted normal, so he relaxed and kissed her goodbye. Everything was just the way it was supposed to be.

When he parked in front of Miss Tonya's house, he decided to mow the lawn first, then get involved with all the planting stuff she'd mentioned. Mowing a lawn was the perfect brainless activity for him. Walk back and forth, make straight lines and enjoy a sense of accomplishment at the end.

On Miss Tonya's front porch, when he was ready to ring the bell, it felt like the first time he had to sell raffle tickets for baseball. Was he actually nervous? He pushed the button and waited long enough to think nobody was home. Had he messed up and come too early or on the wrong day? While he was deciding whether or not to ring again, he saw movement threw the translucent window. The door opened quickly and cool air and rock 'n' roll rushed out. Was she actually listening to Led Zeppelin's, "Whole Lotta Love"?

"Hi, Evan," Miss Tonya said.

She was wearing a well-worn, loose-fitting sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off and neck hole opened with a cut down the front. The smell of tanning lotion and her rosy face suggested she'd been lying in the sun, but the slope and free movement of her tits said to him, No bikini top. He looked down at her bare feet, then followed her shiny, reddened flesh up to her jean shorts. They had been butchered and worn out like Becky's. Though Miss Tonya's shorts were loose enough to be pulled on without having to open them. Could she have been tanning in the nude?

"I didn't expect you so early during summer vacation. Jayda is in bed still," she said.

He tried to look anywhere else, but kept returning to her chest. Miss Tonya had breasts much larger than she ever let be seen at the ball field, but based on how they hung and the placement of those bumps, he assumed they were "ski-Jump" tits. Could those really be her nipples holding up that sweatshirt, he wondered.

"Oh, then she probably doesn't want me to mow the grass," he said. For a few seconds his porn brain painted pictures of his mom's best friend sunbathing nude, while Jayda was in the house going down on some giri.

"You do whatever you need to do, you're the one working," she said. "She'll get over it."

Just for fun, he threw out, "We could always start with that massage you wanted."

Miss Tonya pushed her thumbs in her pockets. A gap opened and the shorts dipped low enough that he could have seen a tan line or panties, if there were any. She smiled like she wasn't one of the softball moms, and said, "I might need you to rub me in places you wouldn't be comfortable touching your mother."

There was no right response. If he said, "I'll touch you anywhere you want," and she was joking, then he'd sound like a pervert trying to get in her pants. If she wasn't joking and he laughed it off, she'd be embarrassed and he'd never get to massage her. Fuck it, he

thought, I'm on planet Horny Women anyway. He said, "Can't

Imagine that." Touche, that could be taken many ways and she'd have to make the first decisive move.

"Interesting," she said, "I'll keep that in mind."

Did she just say, I might get to put my hands on her naked body, then fuck her? He said, "Okay" but he might as well have said, "Daha"