Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 74
"I do," Deana said, but she still carried the weight of her two graveyard secrets.
"Don't forget, if you need to talk about anything, I'm here for you. Just because I'm at college doesn't mean you shouldn't call me, you got that?"
"Yes...yeah, I got it," she said.
Cindy's hands tightened on her arms and her eyes widened, "I meant it, you can tell me anything. Don't be afraid."
Cindy's I know what you're thinking look made her feel guilty about doing it to Evan all the time. Maybe she'd stop doing it to him now that she knew how uncomfortable it made her. "I will," she lied wishing she could blurt it out. Even if Cindy was already a psychologist, and not her cousin, she couldn't.
"You want me to give you a lift to Rebecca's?"
"Sure, it's been too long since you've given me a ride anywhere."
Deana didn't know much about cars, nor did she care to know that Cindy's car was a nineteen seventy Camaro Z28, that uncle JC had restored from the ground up. All she knew or cared about was how it made her feel when Cindy's leg straightened and smashed the gas pedal to the floor. The roar, the wiggle, the jerking and the sliding motion of the car all scared her, but if she could make herself relax and let the vibration soak up through the seat, she could almost have an orgasm. That was probably Cindy's intention, but they never talked about it. That would have been embarrassing before today.
Cindy smiled and said, "Okay then, the beast is waiting."
"Beast, that seems like an appropriate name, Deana said, and tried to zipper her overnight bag.
"You got your only thong and your skimpiest bikini in there?" Cindy sald.
Dammit, she didn't like anyone knowing her so well. "I don't own either of those, she said.
Cindy squinted her right eye is squished her lips to the left. "Right,
probably don't own a vibrator either."
"Vibrator, what's that?"
They laughed and Deana knew she was going to miss Cindy even more than she had already. Damn her father for making things suck. What could he have done to Aunt Julie to make her stop talking to him?
Miss Tonya came out of the bathroom looking exactly the same as she had when she went in, naked and sexy as hell, but now she was carrying what looked like K-Y. He smiled and she smiled back. "Glad to see you got ready," she said. He sighed with relief.
He watched her tits jiggle as she walked over to the bedroom door and closed it. The lock clicked and Evan realized Jayda could have seen them while her mother gave him head. What were they going to do now that required the door to be closed?
"Let me fix this," she said, and rearranged the large towel she had been lying on so it was further up the bed. "Don't want to get oil or anything on the bedspread."
At the end of the bed, Miss Tonya bent at the waist and rested on her outstretched arms. Her tits swung forward and her succulent nipples led the way like headlights on high beam. Again, like a cat, she got on the bed. Her right knee came up, then the left. She paused on all fours. He assumed she was giving him a chance to stare at her ass in the mirror, and he did. The sight of her womanly pussy facing back from between her thighs like a target for his dick to stick into, made his balls stir in their sack. He hoped she didn't really want a massage because fucking her was all he wanted to do now.
Her hands slid up the bed and her top half lowered, making her pussy and asshole a more prominent bull's eye. He watched his target go into hiding between her thighs as they flattened out on the mattress, then he picked up the bottle of massage oil and pretended he knew exactly what he was supposed to do. He straddled her legs and the difference between Jayda and her mother was obvious. Miss Tonya's pussy wouldn't be contained in a tiny bikini. His dick was getting heavier and he couldn't wait until it was stiff and ready to shove inside her body.
"My butt is really looking forward to what you did for my back," Miss Tonya said.
"I hope I do it right," he said. "I've never massaged a woman's behind."
"I'm sure you'll do it right," she said, "and I hope there will be more opportunities for you to practice in the future."
Did that mean she was going to expect this often? He poured a line of oil down each cheek, closed the lid, put the bottle down and flexed his fingers. When the palms of his hands touched down, he knew Miss Tonya's ass couldn't be cupped like Rebecca's and Gloria's. His dick was climbing upward.
"Mm, so far so good, Miss Tonya said.
He squeegeed oil down to the tops of her thighs, then thrust upward. It was wider and softer than any ass he'd ever touched, but it had a sexy shape and it tightened and changed form under his grip. It was nice to be so close to a pussy that wasn't his sister's. He grabbed onto the bottom of each cheek and rotated his hands so his thumbs dove into the groove and grazed the fat swells of her pussy lips. It was exactly what he'd done to Jayda, but he didn't have to worry about her mother or feel guilty about what he was doing. He dove in again and squeezed, kneading the handfuls of ass meat.
"Ah, yeah, you know what you're doing," she said. "You sure you haven't been practicing on your mother?"
In my imagination, he thought, but said, "I'm sure." He liked that she kept bringing up his mother, but now it was going to be hard to not think differently about her.
When his flirting with her anus and pussy lips became full on strokes, Miss Tonya stopped purring. "I think my ass is done." She rotated from the waist up and he made room for the rest of her to flip over. Now he was kneeling over her thighs. "My front needs some attention now."
Evan stared at the woman's giant mound covered with curly auburn hair. Her lips were big wedges of flesh between her thighs. His eyes moved up her body until he saw she was staring at his bowed erection. Please tell me to fuck you.
"Don't get too excited," she said, and started opening her legs. He got out of their way and suddenly he was kneeling between her spread legs, staring at her opened pussy lips. There was so much wet, pink meat. His dick was ready and so was Miss Tonya. He moved in.
"Slow down. We have plenty of time," she said. "Always keep them waiting, building up the tension. When they beg for it, that's when you use that club and slay 'em."
"Okay" was all he could manage to say.
"When we're done, you'll know how to make those girls go crazy."
It was obvious even to him what she expected first, so he lowered his face toward the biggest pussy he'd ever seen in person. He felt like he had something to prove. She could never tell Candy, but if she did, he wanted his mom to be proud of him. How weird was that?
"Mm, that's nice." She purred. "Ahhh, I might not have to teach you as much as I thought." Her fingers raked through his hair. "This is going to be fun."
His tongue circled her clit three times, trying to comprehend how big it was, but he had to moved back because he needed to see it to believe it. Maybe having a baby made that happen? He dove back in, rammed his tongue into the deep end and his mouth was surrounded by her lips. His tongue easily found its target and slid right into her pussy tube. She was very juicy and the taste was more pungent than he expected. He could have gagged, but he gulped instead.
Miss Tonya's feet curled on his shoulders, then as her knees fell to the sides her feet moved to his neck, pulling his licking tongue up. "Yes, yeah, right there," she said.
He got busy giving her what she wanted, "Ooh, that's it, sideways, circle, then up and down. Make her crazy, then move away and blow a little air on it. She'll let you know when she can't stand anymore. Make her beg for it."
She wasn't lying and he was proud of the way he made her cry out and thrash. Miss Tonya's back arched and her hands pulled his face into her, then her pelvis thrust into the air. He held onto her hips and went along for the ride. His tongue showed no mercy. That was until Miss Tonya slammed down, bounced and shoved his head away. "Ohh-fuck...that's good, so fuckin' good."
Evan propped himself up on his elbows and looked up Miss Tonya's body. He had never heard one of the softball moms curse and it surprised him and excited him. He made someone's mother say the F-word. That was something to be proud of.
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