Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 70

"The oil is over there," Miss Tonya said, and nodded her head, "on the nightstand."

"Good, okay, that's good," Evan said. He sighed internally, relieved to get out from in front of her face where her eyes were facing his crotch. He'd gotten a boner looking at his mother in a bathrobe and panties, there was no way he wouldn't be sporting wood looking at that badonkadonk with only a towel covering it. It really wasn't a big enough towel.

Evan walked over to the nightstand and looked at Miss Tonya's feet by her pillows. That was where she laid her head to sleep, and that was her nightstand where she kept her most personal stuff- maybe her vibrator. He was in way over his head, again.

The bottle was labeled, Melrose sweet almond oil. He picked it up and turned towards the bed. His eyes scanned, feet, calves, thighs and that ass. The towel covered less than his mother's robe had. He could easily lean over and peak between her thick thighs. What were the chances that he'd see panties under there? His brain was on the carnival tilt-a-whirl. The devil on his left shoulder said, "Do it, take a peek, she'll never know." That little fairy on is right shoulder was screaming, "No, don't look at that woman's pussy." He didn't look, but he did realize he couldn't massage her from where he was. Does she expect me to get on her bed?

"You planning on getting started?" Miss Tonya asked.

"Yes, ma'am, right now," he said, and stepped on the back of his right sneaker.

Once his sneakers were off, he adjusted the front of his jeans so his erection could stand straight up and said, "Here goes." He put his knee on the bed and waited..

After a few seconds without sound, he put the other knee up. Still, Miss Tonya didn't protest. Great, he thought, this is what she expected me to do. With a speck more confidence, he moved closer, then finally turned towards her head. What he saw erased his speck of confidence and made him panic, again.

Over the dresser, facing him, was a huge mirror. He could see himself, which meant she could see him. Shit, that meant she could have been watching me while looked at her ass or made room for my dick.

Miss Tonya's head was down, her eyes were facing the floor, so he pretended she hadn't looked up and hoped she wouldn't look while he was rubbing oll on her. He could touch her naked flesh and pretend she was someone else, but not if he had to look her in the face.

Evan pivoted on one knee and his other leg crossed her body. Her ass was wider than Gloria or Deana's, and he'd never straddled his mother, so he wasn't prepared. His crotch was too close. He moved carefully, trying not to disturb the towel. He stared at her neck and shoulders and bare back.

"You sure you're not afraid to touch me?' Miss Tonya said, and looked at him in the mirror.

"No, ma'am, I'm just, ah, just getting ready."

"I hope you're as good as your mom says you are."

Shit, that definitely meant she was expecting a massage. "I don't really know what I'm doing," he said. "I hope you're not disappointed."

"It looked like you knew what you were doing with Jayda. I don't think she was disappointed."

"That wasn't really a massage. She only asked me to help-To put lotion on her back." He'd give anything for her to stop looking at him. Sweat was beading on his forehead.

"Then I think she got more than she asked for"

Evan's cheeks were burning. He had rubbed oil on this woman's daughter while she watched. "I think she asked for one thing, but really wanted a massage.

"Women are like that." Miss Tonya smiled and rested her chin on the edge of the mattress.

Thank god she's not looking at me anymore. "Okay, here goes," he said, and squirted a liberal dose of oil on her shoulder blades.

The smell of the yellowish-brown oil was exciting, if it was possible for a smell to be exciting. While it streamed down hill and collected in the center of her back, Evan tried to figure out what to do with the bottle.

Miss Tonya rocked her body and moved her arms down to her sides. Her hands were at her hips, maybe ready to hold that towel in place. "I'll hold that," she said.

Does she have eyes in the back of her head? Of course she does, he thought, she's a mother. He touched the bottle to her hand and it closed.

Finally, he put his hands on her. It was skin, muscle, and bone, the same as all the other bodies he had touched. He watched his hands spread the silky fluid over her warm flesh and thought about the way he'd rubbed his mother's lower back when they were on the bleachers. His purpose that day had become clear after the fact, today was different. He pressed a little harder.

His hands moved up to her shoulders, his fingers wrapped around them and his thumbs sank in and stroked, digging down into the meat at the center of her back. The Melrose massage oil started warming up. He looked in the mirror and saw what looked like the same person he'd been two weeks ago, but nothing was the same as it was two weeks ago. His hands were now on a his mother's best friend, and he was deliberately trying to get her so horny she'd come right out and tell him what to do.

Even seeing it with his own eyes it was hard to believe he was straddling Miss Tonya. He looked down at his groin, it was directly above the groove at the top of her ass. She was as tan there as on her back. They do tan naked, he knew that now, but did they do it together?

Evan told himself they did, then imagined things even he didn't think could ever happen. His confidence rose and his hands swooped back and forth through the curve of her lower back. His fingers slid around to her love handles. They weren't nearly as solid as his mother's had been, but they had the same effect on his dick, it throbbed.

Miss Tonya made a noise and he pulled his hands away from her sides, thinking he'd pushed it too far. "Mmm, you're good. No wonder Candy looked like she..."

Evan replayed the words he'd heard, hoping if he concentrated the rest would come to him. "Candy, Caridy, Candy, orgasm." Couldn't have been that, but hearing Miss Tonya refer to his mother as Candy in the same sentence with a word that might have been orgasm took him further down into Alice's rabbit hole.

He stroked the muscles running down each side of her spine, moving lower on her back. That's the top of her ass, he thought, you're almost at her ass and you're going to have to decide what to do. The smell of the oil, the heat it generated under his hands, the

naked woman under his aching balls and the raspy murmurs vibrating through her back all made him desperately horny, but he was still intimidated. He inched up the hill from her lower back, waiting and hoping she'd tell him to keep on going, but the woman only moaned and groaned. His own sister had directed his hands right up under her shorts. Come on, please tell me something

Evan pictured her ass in the backyard, lifting up and dropping down, rocking side-to-side, like it was waving to him. That's where his hands were about to be. They touched the edge of the towel, then dug into the muscle at the top of her butt. Her glutes tightened. Should he keep going or jump down to her legs?

"I'm guessing Candy doesn't ask you to massage her down there, Miss Tonya said.

"I wish."

Miss Tonya said, "Really."

The blood drained from Evan's face. He had spoken out loud- revealed his secret desire for his mother to her best friend. "I, um

"Don't worry, Evan, I won't tell her," Miss Tonya said. "I can't blame you, though. She has an incredible ass."

Did she just say she likes my mom's ass? Holy crap! No, that's not possible. "Thank you," he said. "That would be embarrassing...if she knew I said that."

"It's too bad for her that you can't. She has no idea what's she's missing out on," Miss Tonya said.

Thanks, Miss Tonya, now I'm thinking about my mother's ass, again. Even worse, he was imagining her naked with Miss Tonya. So much for the back burner.

"Evan," Miss Tonya said in a tone that sounded too serious.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Evan, technically...there isri't anything wrong with us doing this, you're old enough, but it's probably better to keep it between us. It wouldn't be good if anybody knew. You know how people are, especially around here. I wouldn't want people accusing me of robbing the cradle."