Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 69

In the house, Miss Tonya said, "Jayda, what did I tell you about that?"

Jayda looked around like she might find the answer floating in the air. "About what, Mom?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, so don't play dumb with me," she said. "I told you to keep your bathing suit on when somebody is here, especially a boy."

"Mom, I wasn't naked, I had my sundress on. I was setting up my chair when Evan got here. I went inside to put my bathing suit on but you came home. Besides, I'm old enough to go to a nude beach. What's the big deal?"

"You watch yourself," Miss Tonya said. "You were teasing him yesterday and I told you, people around here don't agree with some of what we do. Just keep your clothes on when somebody is here! Now why don't you go over to Brittany's house so Evan can do what he needs to do without being distracted by your ass."

"Mom

"Don't mom me, just get something on under that see through dress and get...for a couple of hours. You had your fun yesterday and I'm sure Evan needs a day to calm down," Miss Tonya said.

"But-

"Go." Miss Tonya pointed.

When Jason reached the kitchen his mother was sitting at the table. He forgot it was Tuesday, the day the library closed late. She didn't work until noon. He sat at the opposite end of the long table. That was his normal spot. He called it the head of the table, but Becky said it was the ass end. Their mother gave her the evil eye every time she said it, but that didn't stop her.

His mother smiled and said, "Good morning." She sipped her coffee, then went back to clipping coupons.

"Hi," he said, and watched her carefully. Everything was normal in her world. She sipped her coffee again, eyes on him. He tested his mother's ability to read his mind or his facial expressions by thinking about the look on Becky's face when he was suddenly inside her. His groin tighten. I fucked Becky, he said in his head. Nothing, his mother kept on enjoying her coffee, oblivious. He should have felt guilty, but he didn't. He liked how it made him feel sitting there in front of his mother, thinking about how good it felt inside her daughter. The new world that he had woken up in was an exciting place, and he felt like the evil dictator.

For the first time in a long time, Jason found himself staring at his mother's chest. She dressed very conservatively, but it was hard to hide so much breast and those big hard nipples. He pretended Mary was nude and felt like he was getting away with something, again. His dick was filling out the front of his boxers. He pictured Becky sitting in front of him with her legs spread. He had eaten her out right there on the table. He always wanted to get off at the dinner table while staring at Becky's erect nipples? He let his cock hang out of the leg opening of his boxers.

Sex with his sister hadn't made him a better person. He was worse, if that was possible. He'd done the very thing that he had been resisting for three years, and gotten away with it. It was liberating. He eased his hand down between his legs and squeezed his dick. What if she knew he was touching himself? What if she wanted him to?

It was scary to think such thoughts, but he was getting hard. He

pressed his dick against his thigh with the palm of his hand, and rubbed up and down. His mother looked right at him, ready to speak, and he was still touching his cock. As long as she doesn't get up she can't see it, he thought, like that made it okay.

His mother said, "I saw Evan's mom at the library."

Jason's heart skipped a beat, but his dick didn't retreat, if anything, it got more erect. "Really, Mom." Why did he have to say mom like that? "What was she doing there?"

"She said she needed to look something up on one of the computers."

"Why?" he asked. "They have computers."

"Got me," she said, and looked at him like she had more to say.

Jason put both hands on the table and tried to hide his concern, but his erection couldn't be concealed. He wanted to ask her if she had mentioned anything about them going to the races, but he didn't want to make his mother suspicious if it hadn't come up. He needed to warn Evan as soon as his boner subsided. That wouldn't be soon if he kept on having fantasies about his mother. Why had he ever stopped seeing her as sexy? She was a very good looking woman.

"I have to go," she said. "Try and do something productive today, other than video games. You don't want your brain to stop working over the summer break."

He said, "Okay" but he had no idea what his mother just said. His mind was scrambling. It would be impossible to get his dick back in his shorts without drawing attention, so he calculated the chance of her looking under the table after she got up. What would she think if she saw my dick?

Fifteen minutes later, Evan was still waiting for Miss Tonya. His hands clutched the arms of the folding chair and released, over and over. The idle time was passing like a long road when you think you might have already missed your turn. He was questioning everything, and the logical part of his brain was building a good case against the creative, fantasizing part. His confidence, if he'd actually had any, was gone.

The swooshing sound of the back door made his heart race. She's ready for me, he thought and got up. The screen door swung open. It was Jayda. That's when he finally realized all his fantasies of

having sex with his mother's friend were stupid. Miss Tonva wasn't having sex with his mother's friend were stupid. Miss Tonya wasn't going to come back naked so he could rub oll all over her, not while Jayda was here.

"Hey,' he said, and sat back down. He was starting to feel like a kid in timeout.

"Hey," Jayda said, and kept walking.

She was still wearing that bikini cover, but now she actually had a bikini under it. "Where you going?" he asked.

"I told you I hate tan lines," she said. "I'm going over to Brittany's house.

Jayda's disappointed tone made him wondered what she thought would have happened if her mother hadn't come home. He said, "Have fun." She left without responding. Could Brittany be the girl who was under Jayda's pussy?

After a few more painful minutes in time out, the back door opened again. From behind the screen Miss Tonya said, "I'm ready, come on in."

Evan stood up. Was "in" better or worse? Naked in the backyard would send a clear message that she wanted him to fuck her, but inside things might not be so obvious.

Evan closed the back door behind him and stood in the kitchen, wondering where she was. "In here, a voice called out. She's in her bedroom.

Miss Tonya was in the middle of her king-size bed with her head at the foot end, facing him. Her wet hair was bunched up at the back of her head and her chin was resting on her hands, just like Jayda on the lawn chair. The difference was, Jayda had been wearing a bathing suit, her mother only had a towel across her ass. That's obvious enough, right?

Should he close the door behind him? Evan chose to leave it open because he would never go in his mother's room and close the door. No matter how old he got or obvious Miss Tonya made her intentions; to Evan she was still his mother's friend, Jayda's mother and someone he grew up addressing as, ma'am or Miss Tonya. Being in her bedroom was terrifying. Even if she came right out and told him to mount her, he would probably stand there frozen with a dumb, open mouth expression, just like he had when she gave herself a wet T-shirt.