Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

"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"

"Why don't you start in the backyard. The lawnmower is in the shed. I'll bring some sweet tea out for you," she said. "When you finish, we'll discuss the other thing."

Was the other thing the sex they were going to have or the plants? He kept his mouth shut and walked around the house. The backyard had a privacy fence down both sides and woods across the back. There was a lounge chair, towel and book in the middle of the lawn. He processed all the information he had and decided, unless Miss Tonya had taken her bikini off and thrown those shorts on before she reached the door, she had to be lying there naked when he rang. But Jayda was home. Nobody's mother gets naked in the backyard when their kid could see them. Whose mother actually got naked at all in the backyard? Damn porn brain! He needed to go to college and stop watching porn.

Evan got the mower out of the shed. The whoosh of the backdoor made him look. Miss Tonya walked over to the chair, folded it up, then bent at the waist, reaching for the book. The loose bottom of her shirt gave him a perfect view of the elongated, cone shaped tits swinging under her body. It would be embarrassing if she caught him staring, but he couldn't turn away. When she straightened up, her ample ass cheeks swallowed her shorts, and he was seeing one of the softball moms' butts like it should never be seen. She's older than my mother, he told himself, but that only made him want her more.

"Evan, I put a glass of tea on the table in the screen room," she said. "I'll be inside if you need anything."

She's mom's best friend, not one of the MILFs Jason chats with online, he reminded himself, and said, "Okay."

After mowing the backyard, Evan did the front, then put the mower in the shed and got the weed whacker. He checked his watch to see how much time he had. He hoped to finish up the lawn and put off the landscaping or whatever Miss Tonya wanted until tomorrow or Monday. That way he could get home, take a shower

and head to Jason's without seeing his father. It wasn't that he had

been told not to go to the races, but the less his father thought he was there, the better. It would suck if he got a direct order not to go. If his father started asking him a bunch of questions, he'd get nervous and blow it.

Later, he looked over his work and felt a sense of pride. Miss Tonya's yard looked great. Perfectly straight rows, the edging was just right and there wasn't a speck of debris on the sidewalks or driveway. He had even pulled weeds from around the shrubs across the front of her house, without being asked.

He walked over to the garden hose hanging on the back of the house, then picked up the end of the hose and studied the brass nozzle, before opening the faucet. He wanted to rinse his hands and wipe his face, not soak his clothes and sneakers. Then he could talk to Miss Tonya about that other thing. If the other thing turned out to be sex, his love for racing would be put to the test. There was no way he had time to fuck his mother's best friend and get home before his father. It was a ridiculous fantasy, but it was a nice distraction from those red panties. He'd done well all day not to think about it, but the closer he got to going back to his house, the more nervous he was. Even teenage denial had a hard time overlooking something as bizarre as Candy's underwear, only her underwear, in his hamper.

Evan," Miss Tonya said, as he was about to unscrew the sprayer.

"Oh, hi, I was just going to rinse off and come knock," he said. "I finished the yard, and I'm ready to hear about the other stuff."

The screen door slapped the wood frame and she stepped out of the shadow. He tried to swallow, but only croaked. His throat had already been dry, now nothing would go down. He'd need to wet his mouth before trying to talk. Once the sun was on her, he could tell her hair was wet and pulled back on her head, and a white T- shirt had replaced her sweatshirt. Man, was it tight. Her eyes seemed bigger and prettier when her hair was off her forehead. He tried to focus on them. She was walking towards him, either seductively, or gingerly because her feet were bare, he wasn't sure.

"Okay, I'll show you," she said, and talked the whole time she approached. "I'll point it out and then we can talk dollars. I'll pay you for today now, of course. You did a nice job. It looks great. Your mom was right, you do great work. You pay attention to detail."

He wanted to say, "She said that," but Miss Tonya had stopped right in front of him and his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth.

The softball mom's tits were as big as he'd thought earlier, and she seriously wasn't wearing a bra. Just a white T-shirt, tucked into her pants. It was pulled down tight, but the lumps on top of her breasts still turned up. Big, firm, ski-jump tits on a woman older than my mother, he thought. Was Miss Tonya in on it with Candy? Both of them were trying to make him insane with their braless trickery.

"Ah, thank you," he said. "I'm just going to rinse my hands."

Miss Tonya said, "Good," and stared at his hands, waiting.

He turned the end of the nozzle and it hissed, sputtered and spurted out varying streams in different directions. It was one of those stupid sprayers that started out in a wide mist, then went to a stream after you unscrewed it far enough. This one was defective, and water squirted from under the thing he was unscrewing. Before he could make a correction, water, sweat and dirt got in his eyes. They burned and he closed them hard, He unscrewed faster and straightened his arms to get the rogue streams away from him. He said, "Shit," then remembered his mother's friend was standing next to him. "Shoot, I meant shoot

While he was wiping his face on his arm, he could hear Miss Tonya chuckling. "That thing is messed up," she said. "You have to know how to work it."

Great, now you tell me, he thought, feeling stupid and embarrassed. He opened his eyes. They still stung, but he could see the water pelting the thick centipede grass. His wet shirt clung to his chest. "Sorry." He tumed, and the woman was smiling like a middle school girl who had pulled a good one on him. Though nothing else resembled a middle school girl. "No problem," she said. "I should have warned you."

All his fantasies of being a porn star, being the big man who could handle a woman, evaporated with the water on his face. He was suddenly terrified like a little boy in a strip club. Miss Tonya had gotten just as wet. The white T-shirt was clinging to her chest and had become translucent. Her brown nipples were still growing. They were turned up, pushing into the wet fabric, reaching for him. They were like small baby bottle nipples, and he was a baby, his parched lips trying to separate. "I, ah, I got you wet. I'm so sorry, I

Just-"

"It's only water, I'm not going to melt," she said. "I'm not that

sweet" She didn't bother to cross her arms over her chest like most girls would do when their headlights came on in public.