Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 152

The decision Evan made-do whatever Deana needed him to do- was easily justified. He would do it because he loved her. As long as his motives were good, the whole thing had to be good, right. With that rationale, the memories of Deana's ass on the table, her beautiful bald pussy and her glazed over eyes flowed freely through Evan's mind, without guilt or remorse. The years of denying and resisting had created a stockpile of desire. Now, that the time for their "workout" was quickly approaching, his excitement and anticipation mounted. Unfortunately, so had his nervousness. He felt like he was going on a blind date with a playboy burnny who expected to have the best sex of her life. He was afraid he'd blow his load too quickly or not be able to get it up, There was something else troubling him, too.

Evan hadn't faced his mother since she came home and interrupted him and Deana while his sister was getting off on the kitchen table. Deana hadn't come upstairs to let him know if their mother suspected anything. That meant the next time he saw his mother, he would have to deal with two colossal worries, kissing her and wondering if she knew something about him and Deana. That was going to be uncomfortable, but it would be worse if his father were home. He decided he needed closure with his mother. She had to be regretting what happened and it was just a matter of time until she told him, so he'd get it over with now.

The hallway outside his mother's room felt haunted. Evan was prepared for some kind of lecture about how big of a mistake it was, how wrong it was and-What? He didn't know and thought about turning back, but his knuckles were already hitting the door. They sounded like thunder booming in his head. He couldn't run away now, so he waited for what felt like five minutes before hearing, "Come in." Shit, this was it. He turned the knob and tried to put on one of Deana's coy, diversionary smiles.

"Ah." His breath caught somewhere between his lungs and throat. He gulped. "Mom, sorry, I'll come back."

"No,' she waved dismissively, 'come in."

Without makeup, his mom was Candy, a sixteen-year-old girl with a woman's body. He was awestruck. "I didn't realize you weren't dressed. Sorry"

"Dressed, I'm dressed." She pulled the belt tight and made a bow Her waist was actually that thin in contrast to her bodacious breasts and hips. She roughed up her wet hair. Somehow, even the thick terrycloth wasn't enough to hold back her bulging nipples. He looked down at her short sexy legs and pretty little feet, then her red panties flashed through his mind. "What?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"What did you want?"

That was a good question. Why was he there?

"Evan, you gonna speak or stand there with your mouth hanging open?

"Oh, yeah, sorry." Think, think, think. 'Mom, um, don't think you should get involved in the racing thing." He watched his mother move towards him and wondered if he was shaking.

"Nonsense." She put her arms around his waist, pulled him against her, then she leaned back and looked up. "That's what I'm here for, to help."

"But, ah-" His arms wrapped around her. "Um." The fresh shower smell was making him dizzy.

"Honey," she tightened her arms, "we don't need to talk about what happened earlier, do we?"

"No,' he said.

"Good. Sometimes things happen that you don't expect, and it's better to keep them secret. You understand, right?"

What the fuck does she mean? "I do, understand," he said. So much for closure. "About racing, I'm worried that-"

'Shh, I'll handle your father. He'll be late tonight. It's the last time he'll get to play golf before China, so they went out after, but I'll take care of it, soon."

Thank you. I love you."

"I know, Honey, I know you do, and I love you, too."