Potential - S01 E139

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Potential - S01 E139

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 139

Sloppy kissing a girl was hot, but doing it to taste her own cum was a wicked, nasty sexual thing that made her blood boil.

"Fuck, I fuckin' love you!" Rebecca smeared her wet lips all over Deana's.

"Ah, me too." The two girls curled up together on the floor. "I think you just spoiled sex for me," Deana sald.

"How?"

"It'll never be that good again."

"Dude, stop," Jason said.

"What?" Evan asked.

"It's been hours since you got out of that car and you haven't stopped talking about racing for a minute," Jason said. "Take a breath or two and let me talk about girls."

"Oh, sorry, I'm excited," Evan said. "I still can't believe they let me qualify Cindy's car. That's huge. It could mean I'm gonna get to race."

"Speaking of Cindy, dude, your cousin likes to fuck with me," Jason said.

"You have no idea," Evan said. "She's a trip."

"Thanks for warning me, dick."

"You saw how she was the first time you met, you should have expected it."

"I didn't think she'd mess with me when you weren't there. What do you think she meant by, a little bit off?" Jason asked. Think she was serious?"

"Sounds serious."

"So, what did she mean?"

"Hmm." Evan rubbed his chin. "Ask your sister. I bet she'll know."

"Huh?"

"She's a girl, she'll know," Evan said. "Come on, let's go watch Cindy's race."

John was already in her when Candy woke up. His massive frame crushed her body as he drove his dick into her. "Oh, god, stop, stop, please stop, she begged with her smiling face stuffed into the pillow. "Please, please stop, it's too big, it's too much for me."

Candy had hoped her husband would be in the mood, that's why she stayed naked and went to sleep face down. It had to be that way, John's way, or she wouldn't get fucked. Sex wasn't what she had wanted, John could never satisfy the sex-starved monster she had unleashed, but he was giving her exactly what she needed. "Oh, please, your giant dick is too much for my little pussy." Her muffled voice hid her laughter.

Saturday still had thirty minutes of life when Evan got to his house. If the day had ended after Gloria's game, he could have gotten in his bed wiped out from the trauma Deana caused and the rush he got from doing Becky at the ballpark. It hadn't ended there, though. He packed in seven more hours of adrenaline spiking excitement, plus, he saw Cindy in her panties and watched her win the race from the sixth starting position, where he had qualified the car. He should have been too tired and weak to see straight, yet he paused outside Deana's door, wide awake. His sister was always the first person he wanted to share good news with. If he hadn't made out with her and seen her naked, he would take his chances and wake her up.

Candy would have been the next person he'd run to with his joy, but she was totally in the dark. Evan huffed and continued to the bathroom. Maybe tomorrow they could work everything out so he could be comfortable again around his favorite person, Deana.

Evan stripped and got in the shower. The red-brown muck that colored the water was thicker than normal. He turned his face towards the shower head. The most important part was getting all the grit out of his eyes, then he could wake up tomorrow without sand grinding his eyeballs.

After drying his body, Evan squirted a liberal dose of eye drops into his eyes, blinked excessively and wiped his face. He wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door, then paused with his hand on the light switch.

There was light coming from under the basement door. Evan tried

to remember if he'd seen it before his shower. Somebody started up the stairs. He could make it to his door or step back in the bathroom, but Evan didri't move. Who would be downstairs at midnight?

The door swung open and the last person he expected it to be, appeared. His mother stopped and stared at him. He stared back, thinking, what the fuck, she never waits up for me on race night. "Evan," she said and turned off the light. He should have done the same.

His mother swung the door as she stepped out of the way, then grabbed it before it hit, and sealed it without making a sound. While she was turning back to him, he thought he saw something, but it must have been his eyes playing tricks on him. He was anxious like he knew he was in trouble, but didn't think he should be. His mother approached. She was wearing gray, drawstring sweatpants and an oversized matching sweatshirt. It must have been his father's. The sleeves had been cut off, and the neck hole was ripped down the front. Her ponytail was high enough on her head to be seen from the front. She stopped three feet away and put her hands on her hips. Her face shined like she had been sweating. Jeez, she looked so young without makeup.

"Did you have a good time?" she asked.

"Um, yes." The front of her shirt was cut past where a bra should have crossed her cleavage, and he realized his eyes hadn't deceived him. His mother's tits were lower, spread out and swinging free, which meant he had seen the side of her boob poking out from the huge hole where the sleeve should have been. "What are you doing up?"

"Trouble sleeping," she said, "so I tried working off the tension."

"Tension," he said. "Is everything okay?"

She reached out, and her upper arm shoved her right tit towards the center of her chest. "That's the kind of question I'm supposed to ask you," she said and squeezed his arm.

"I can be concerned too, can't I?" He saw her tit swish back to the right. "I've never seen you working out at midnight before. Did I do something?"

"I don't know, did you?"

A woman in a man's shirt was very sexy, and Evan remembered that Candy when she was their babysitter, used to wear men's shirts. Fuck, he felt vulnerable and angry.