Potential - S01 E210

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Potential - S01 E210

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 210

Mary threw the pill bottle against the wall. It might be scary having a daughter who was just like her, but Mary wouldn't make the girl take medication if she didn't want to. It would be Becky's choice. Who wanted to live like a shell of a person without any highs or lows or spontaneity?

The first thing Evan noticed when he entered the house was the smell of coffee. That was normal, to be expected, but what he saw next was very unusual. His mother's shapely legs were dangling from the counter. Why was she sitting there? He approached cautiously, not knowing how he should act now that they were lovers. They were lovers, weren't they?

His mother was wearing a man's dress shirt, his father's. The ends of the white shirt overlapped on the tops of her thighs. Her nipples bulged under the white material. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"Good morning, Evan, Candy said. "You're home early."

He moved toward her, avoiding direct eye contact. "Mom." The word seemed as unnatural as it had the first time his father made him use it.

"Evan."

His eyes wandered to Candy's feet, calves, knees, thighs, and the space between them. The weight of her tits tugged at the buttons between them. He could see the freckles in her cleavage. How could he look without touching? His heart jumped when he put his hands on her knees. They separated, and he stepped between them. His palms slid up her thighs.

Candy's feet caressed his legs, sending a chill up his back. He tossed the ends of the shirt aside and settled his thumbs into the folds where her body joined her legs. His fingers grabbed her hips. She wasn't wearing underwear either. Her pussy lips were pressed out against the countertop. His mother held his face. He wasn't sure what he would see in her eyes, so he palmed the sides of her chest, circled the globes and lifted them, before looking into the eyes of the woman he was supposed to think of as his mother. She stroked his earlobes with her thumbs, and he saw it in her eyes.

"Honey, you know this is when I'm supposed to tell you it was wrong, and we can't let it happen again, right?"

Evan's lips were already pressed against Candy's when he said, "Right." His fingers fumbled with the buttons on the shirt. Her eyelids slowly fell like she was falling asleep. He licked her dry lips, and they parted for his tongue. Candy dug her heels into his butt and squeezed his neck, pressing her mouth to his. The passion in her kiss turned his excitement into a blinding lust. The buttons popped off his father's shirt and clinked across the tile floor. He found her nipples. They felt bigger than he had imagined them when he'd stare at her chest, hoping a breeze would blow. He wanted to feel one poking the back of his throat while he sucked as

much of her tit into his mouth as he could.

Air swept across his throbbing cock head and his tight ball sack.

His mother had shoved his shorts down. He looked at his erection standing in front of her pussy. His chest tightened, and he struggled to breathe. He grabbed on where her butt farnned out on the counter and pulled her to the edge. His mother's smile was pleasant and loving, but her eyes were mischievous. She wrapped her fingers around his cock head. Evan trembled. She pressed the purple knob into her pussy groove and moved it up and down. The fleshy channel engulfed his head and coated it with hot, slipperiness. He dipped down, took a deep breath, and entered his mother's body. Her eyes opened wide, and her expression changed. "Oh, baby, you feel so good inside me."

A great urgency swept over him and without looking away from her eyes, he plunged the rest of his dick into her. Was there anything else that could consume his whole being the way the pulsing flesh of a woman's pussy did?

"Give it to me," Candy said, using her legs to help him. 'Fuck me, oh baby, fuck me."

The F-word coming out of his mother's mouth made Evan want

more of her. He grunted and lifted her by her ass, then slammed her down on his cock.

His fantasy world and reality had merged. He was fucking his fifteen-year-old babysitter.

"Ah, oh, Cah...ah, Candy." The name had finally come out of his mouth, but it felt as unnatural as Mom.

"Oh, Evan, yes." Candy tightened her arms and legs and pulled her face beside his. "You're so good, Evan. You make me feel so goood, ahh..."

Evan felt her orgasm coming on. Her legs were trying to crush him, but he kept bouncing her and thrusting into her, working with one purpose. 'I'm...ah, I'm gonna..." He was carrying his Candy on his exploding cock, but he didn't feel her weight, she was a part of him, His orgasm poured into her for the third time in two days. The woman empowered him.

Candy loosened her arms and leaned back. "I love you, Evan, I love you so much. Tears welled at the rims of her eyes. They kissed with more passion than seemed possible.

When his dick slid out of his mother, she loosened her legs. He lowered her to the floor but continued holding her close. His heart hurt with love. It was a love he knew would never reach its full potential.

"Honey, I'm sorry," Candy said.

Evan held her by her shoulders and said, "I was the one who-"

"No, I'm the adult...the one who should know better. You know we can't do that again. It's wrong, and I can't let it happen again."

"But don't you feel the way I feel? I love you," he said.

"I know, and I love you," she said. "I've always loved you, and always will, but we can't do this. It won't work. It can't work."