Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 71

"Yes...of course."

"Will you be able to keep this between us? You can't even tell your closest friend. Is that possible?"

"I'll never mention it," he said. "It's Groundhog Day, tomorrow nobody will remember it happened."

"Bill Murray?"

"Yes, yes that's what I meant," he said.

"I like that," she said, and lifted up on her elbows.

He looked at her in the mirror, she was watching him with a huge smile on her face. She had lifted up enough for her tits to hang. Her baby-bottle like nipples grazed the blanket as she turned. He was lightheaded. Miss Tonya flipped over and sat in a reclining position, propped up on her arms. Her shoulders were pulled back, enhancing her big tits. He couldn't take his eyes off her curved up nipples. This was really going to happen and he still couldn't believe it.

"Does this hurt?" she asked.

Before Evan could respond, he saw her hand on the front of his jeans. One of the softball moms had her hand on his boner. His ability to form words was gone, so he just nodded. She rubbed upward, then squeezed him. He wanted to explain about Deana and Rhina and Jayda because he knew he was gonna go off prematurely.

"I think we should do something about this before you massage my ass."

He watched her pulling down his zipper and saw his erection spring from his pants, but it was a dream, it had to be. "Want me to suck it?"

Her tone was exactly what it had been when she said, "Want some sweet tea?" Tomorrow nobody will remember this. "Ah-huh."

Miss Tonya wrapped both hands around his cock. He looked down past her large taunting tits at the curly bush of auburn hair. He needed to think of something that would defer the impending embarrassment.

Her hand slid between his legs and cupped his balls. She squeezed them and tugged on them. A puff of warm air hit his pulsing dick knob, then a hot tongue tip swiped at his slit. "Don't think this will take long," she said, "but that's fine. I'm sure after you do my butt for awhile you'll be ready again."

Evan swallowed hard. He needed a place to put his hands. It didn't seem right to grab her head, so he locked his fingers behind his neck and squeezed. An unexpected grunt escaped when her mouth surrounded his dick head. He groaned when she slurped and let him pop from her lips. Before he could take another breath she shoved him back inside and sucked hard.

It was incredible. Her head went up and down and he went in and out of her mouth and down her throat. One hand massaged his balls and the other his ass. She was touching his butt hole. He now knew he had never gotten a good blow job before.

"You got the hardest cock, Miss Tonya said. "I bet you can fuck a giri silly. She sucked him in again.

He assumed it was a rhetorical question, so he didn't try to answer. He really couldn't speak at all, but he needed to tell her he was about to explode.

Miss Tonya didn't need to be told anything. She pulled her mouth off his cock, but her hand continued to stroke his dick. "You like them?" Miss Tonya asked. "I've noticed you check them out a lot."

"Ah, yes, yes, ma'ma, I do," he said. "I mean, I do like them. They're nice." What kind of idiot did he sound like?

"You wanna cum on them?"

What the fuck! This definitely was a porn movie. His brain screamed, hell yeah, but his mouth said, "Yes, ma'am."

She pressed her lips to the head and pumped him with both hands. Her tongue circled his dome, then it was in her mouth. She sucked and drool lubricated his shaft. His balls pulled up tight. His hands moved to his hips. They were thrusting his cock through her fists. He grunted and stiffened. Miss Tonya shoved her hands down to the base and squeezed, then took him out of her mouth. She sat up straight, heaved her chest forward and released her grip.

"Ahhh," he moaned, and pumped his hips one last time. Miss Tonya jerked when the huge stream of cum blasted her face. It ricocheted off her nose onto her cheeks. She regained control of his cock and aimed it at her chest.

"Dammit, you go off like my garden hose," she said with a grin.

Evan panted while Miss Tonya emptied his balls on her tits. How many times had he imagined titty fucking Candy and cumming on her tits?

Miss Tonya looked up at him and said, "You been holding that in for a awhile, then she lifted her tit and sucked cum off her nipple.

His mouth watered. The orgasm was incredible, maybe his best ever, but he still wanted to suck her nipples and eat her out and screw her while pretending it was Candy. His mother's friend was as close as he would ever get to sex with Candy.

Without missing a beat, like he hadn't just sprayed her down with cum, she said, "Now that we've taken care of that, you can concentrate on my ass." She picked up a towel and wiped off her chest and face. "Ill get ready."

She was already naked, what could get ready mean? Miss Tonya didn't walk like somebody's mother, she strolled like a slinky pussy cat over to the bathroom door. He concentrated on her ass. She paused and turned slowly, her hand sliding up the door frame. She looked like a hooker leaning on a light pole. "You should get ready, too," she said, and slipped into the bathroom. The door closed.

Evan sat there with his limp cock hanging out of his jeans and thought, she must have meant take off my clothes, what else could"...get ready, too," mean? He wished he felt as confident about getting undressed as he felt behind the wheel of a go-cart. That was the only place he was ever truly in his zone, where his father's critical voice was mute.

He stripped, sat down and waited. He had never been more naked and naive. Waiting sucked even more when you weren't sure you should be sitting naked on a woman's bed.

Deana recovered her only thong from its hiding spot and tucked it under everything she had already put in her overnight bag, which was stuffed. She would need more than one night before she faced Evan again. Not because she was embarrassed, ashamed or scared of what they did. She was afraid of how she would act when they talked about their impulsive behavior. Evan needed time to minimize it in his mind before she tried again,

They had gone to the same Southern Baptist church together, and heard the same fire and brimstone messages. She knew about the

consequences for doing what they did. For her, it was too late anyway, she'd already done so many bad things. Some of them weren't her choice, but she had started the thing with Rebecca. She had enjoyed it, let it happen again and was bringing her sexy underwear to make sure it happened that night. Sex with another girl was something she liked and would always want to do. Could incest make the fiery pit any hotter? Evan still had something to lose, she didn't.