Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 238

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Candy's train had gone off the tracks, and once again, it had been voyeurism that caused the derailment. Although, the spy equipment hadn't been necessary. Candy had used her sneaky- peeky eyes from the doorway leading into the kitchen to watch Rebecca and Gloria. Once they finished, she went into the room, and the smell of their orgasms lingered in the air. Her daughter's climax had been like the ones Candy remembered from when she was that age. Those were better than any she'd had since. It was wonderful to be young and experience pleasure so fulfilling that it stays with you for the rest of your life.

The manner in which Gloria had handled Rebecca confirmed Candy's suspicions about the softball sisters. She was thrilled for Gloria and proud of her. The girl was open-minded and willing to explore her sexuality, despite the religious, homophobic climate she'd been raised in.

Although, Candy was concerned about jealousy. When she was a girl, after her brother, Bobby, had finally come for her, there had been a few trying times, Sally said she was willing to share, but her feelings were hurt, more than once, because Bobby played favorites.

If Rebecca knew about Deana and Evan, the encounter with Gloria might have been motivated by that. Then again, Candy had caught Rebecca staring, and a few times, flirting. What teenage girl would try and hook up with their best friend's mother? Rebecca was a wild thing, for sure.

Candy poured her coffee and moved to the spot where she had been when Evan manhandled her tits the day before. It was the been when Evan manhandled her tits the day before. It was the same area they had been in their first time in the kitchen. The memory of thread snapping and buttons hitting the floor made her smirk. Evan wasn't a boy anymore.

All those massages in front of that sink. Over the years, the boy's hands grew stronger, braver, and more sensual. Evan pushed the envelope, daring her to rebuke him, hoping she wouldn't notice his erections. When she didn't resist his wandering fingers, he challenged her and pressed his groin against her backside. His young, stiff erection made her pussy moist. Early on, the way her body reacted to Evan's touch ashamed her, but never enough to make her stop fantasizing about the boy while his father fucked her.

It couldn't have turned out any other way than this, Candy thought, and put her coffee cup on the table then sat down. The night before, she set out to delete the video she captured of Evan and her, but after watching it, she couldn't. It was too meaningful, so Candy decided to copy it to a thumb drive and hide it in a secret place. That would give her something to fall back on if she was tempted again, and ensure a safe ending to this dangerous affair. She'd always have it to remind her of Evan's love and the beautiful passion they shared.

Before copying the file and deleting it from the computer, Candy thought she'd watch it one time. It was funny seeing Evan's expression when she chose the exact spot and pose that Deana had. Then a flaw in her plan arose, and she paused the video to study Evan's face. She watched it through, then restarted it. The third time, Candy cut a small segment and played it in a loop. At least fifty times she watched Evan bounce her body on his cock, shooting his sperm into her.

Candy sipped her coffee and pulled the hood of her robe over her head. She wasn't cold, but it gave her a sense of comfort. The positive reminder of what she and Evan shared had become a remorseful reminder of what she didn't want to give up.

If someone asked him, Evan would have claimed he wasn't disappointed, but he was in denial. Several times during the night, he had awoken and checked to see if Gloria was there. Each time, he sighed and hugged his pillow before going back to sleep. It would have been comforting to hold her. Isn't that what he wanted to do when he went back to her room last night? Instead, he wiped off the evidence of their pleasure and went to his room, disgusted

with himself.

One thing Evan wasn't afraid to admit was that he couldn't be trusted alone with Gloria anymore. For weeks, his sister had been the one making advances, and Evan had been rejecting her. Well, not entirely, but at least once it reached a certain point. Now, since he had sex with Gloria's mother, Evan saw his sister differently. Worse than that, his love for her had changed. There was still that love a boy has for his kid sister, a sense that she needed his nurturing and protection, but his new feelings had become dominant. Evan was already thinking about Gloria being in high school with him, and it disturbed him, but he didn't understand his feelings, yet.

When Evan turned into the kitchen, he saw Candy sitting at the table. His mother looked like a monk with the thick terrycloth hood pulled over her head. She was leaning over a steaming cup of coffee with her hands wrapped around it. Evan went to her. His mouth opened, but nothing came out, so he stood there while his mind and his emotions tried to decide what to call the woman in front of him.

There wasn't a name that wouldn't get stuck in Evan's throat. Years of training required him to address her as his mother, but that would be Evan's brain speaking. Candy, Candy, Candy, flowed freely from Evan's heart. He didn't feel like a boy anymore, and this woman didn't need a son. She needed a real man to love her, protect her, and treat her the way she deserved, like a goddess.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. The woman who had been, Mom, was gone. He leaned forward and tugged the hood off her head. The smell of shampoo was pungent on her damp hair. His heart fluttered in anticipation. Once their lips touched, kissing Candy seemed like the most natural thing he could have done. She pushed up. He moved aside and let the chair slide back. Candy got on her feet.

She watched him untie the robe. He let the cords fall to her sides. A slice of his mother's nudity appeared in the gap. He followed it down through her cleavage, across her smooth belly and strawberry bush, and on to her inner thighs. "You know," she said, solemnly, "this is when I'm supposed to tell you we can't do this anymore?"

He said, "I know," and gently tugged. The terrycloth slipped over the edges of Candy's melons. Large brown rings swelled. Their centers erected. He put his hands on her waist. The warm, sensual nature of her skin made him smile.

Candy said, "Good, it's good that you know."

He moved his hands up her sides, around her breasts and outward across her shoulders. They watched the robe fall in slow motion. It piled up around Candy's bare feet. Her naked body took Evan's breath away. He imagined it always would.