Potential - S01 E287

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Potential - S01 E287

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 287

Those used to be cherished moments, especially after her husband was gone, and she hated it when both of her kids grew out of cuddle time. That was why she didn't want to run the girl off even though- "Becky, you need something?"

"No, Mom," Becky said and continued getting under the covers. "I wanna cuddle."

Don't panic, Mary reminded herself. It's not Becky's fault I didn't put on pajamas. "Honey, I'm not sure that's a good idea." Becky had never seen her in anything less than pajamas, and usually a robe, too. That was until last night when she lost her mind and went naked under the robe.

"Please, Momny."

Mary remained on her side with her arms crossed in front of her chest, facing away from Becky. When was the last time Becky called her Mommy? Her daughter sounded so sweet and innocent when she said it. Becky wiggled closer and put her hand on Mary's upper arm. She stiffened, prepared to send her daughter away before the girl got any closer. Becky's thigh brushed across her butt cheek. Mary's heart rate soared. Nothing that soft and sensual had touched any part of her body in decades. Becky knows you're naked, Mary thought and waited for the girl to say something.

Becky pulled Mary's hair back, exposing her ear and neck. "Mommy," Becky whispered, "It's okay."

Dammit, no it's not. Had it been so long since someone touched her that the whisp of her daughter's breath made her nipples swell? "Honey, maybe now isn't the best time for this."

"Why not?" Becky asked and kissed her neck just below her earlobe. It was one of the most sensitive spots on Mary's body, and a buzz ran down her spine and triggered a frightening sensation between her legs.

Because I'm naked, she thought, but said, "Because."

Her daughter reached down and dragged her fingernails up the side of Mary's thigh, over her hip and on to her waist. At the same time, the girl's lips grazed her ear. "But Mommy, you deserve to be cuddled."

Mary didn't know if she was more shocked by her daughter's Inappropriate attention or the way her body had responded. It got hard to breathe. "No, Becky, no. She needed to give the girl her serious eyes. "Becky Ann." She turned back against her daughter, pushing the girl out of the way. "I said no." Mary's eyes betrayed her.

"But Mommy" Becky said, rolling toward her. She was stunned by Becky's brazen defiance. "You gave up everything for us, and you never get to feel good."

Becky put her leg over Mary's, and it pushed between them as the girl rolled further forward. The baby-bottom smooth skin of Becky's bald pubic mound came to rest on the front of Mary's thigh 'Becky, what has gotten into you?" The girl wasn't wearing panties under her shirt, and she had the nerve to put her crotch on her mother's leg. "You're acting so inappropriate."

The threatening tone didn't deter Becky. Her fingernails crisscrossed Mary's stomach in a downward motion. It was the right time to put her foot down and make Becky stop. "Young lady - Her daughter kissed her right on the lips. 'What on Earth has gotten into you? You're acting crazy." The word crazy played back in her mind, and she immediately regretted saying it.

"No, I'm not," Becky said and tightened her thighs, squeezing Mary's between them. "This isn't some impulse thing. I know what I'm doing. She pressed her lips onto Mary's.

The wet heat of her daughter's tongue on her lips came at the same moment as the hunching grind. The hot juices that smeared on Mary's skin made it perfectly clear how serious Becky was. She stared into Becky's eyes, pleading with her. "Stop, honey, stop."

"Don't you like it, like the way I kiss?" Becky asked and tightened her leg muscle against her mother's crotch. "You liked it last night when we were kissing."

That was it, that was the last time she remembered hearing her daughter call her, Mommy. It hadn't been a dream. "That doesn't matter and stop that."

"You mean this?" Becky asked and increased the pressure on Mary's pubic bone. "Or this?" She grabbed her mother's tit and kissed her again.

It was only a few seconds before she stopped her daughter, again, but that was too long. The girl could feel the heat and moisture emanating from her sex, and the incredible stiffness of her responding nipple and Becky knew about Elizabeth. "Honey, your brother?"

I locked the door, Mommy.

'Good," she said and grabbed her daughter's ass. Once it was firmly in her grasp and the girl's tongue was plunging in and out of her mouth, Mary admitted to her inner self that she had been watching Becky's body mature, and had started noticing more and more of herself in her little girl. This was something she wanted. Becky humped, and Mary wrapped her legs around her daughter's back, rotating her crotch upward to meet Becky's. How could something so wrong feel so right?

The next morning, Evan found himself alone in Deana's bed. The previous day of sex, sex, and more sex had worn him out. He couldn't remember the last time he'd woken up from such an undisturbed, dreamless night of sleep. The first thing that came to his rested brain was what happened with Deana in the shower. In a way, it was as if they had fallen asleep, joined each other in the same dream, then snapped out of it together without remembering the dream. There were times when he'd wake up, and his mind would be tingling with a hint of something interesting that had been happening, yet he had zero recall. Later in the day, a daja vu kind of memory thing might happen, and he would realize it wasn't a memory from real life but from a dream. Bits and pieces might come back to him. That's what was happening now. He thought of something from years ago, yet it felt like it had just happened. It had, except it was during that moment in the shower. It felt more like a vision than a dream. They were younger, both there, but on different sides of a closed door. At the time, he hadn't known Deana was there, but in the dream or vision he did, and he shared her version of what was happening as if they were sharing the same dream at the same time. Damn it.

Evan jumped out of his sister's bed and went to find her. The bathroom was empty, so he turned toward the kitchen. A big smile spread across his face when he saw Deana standing in front of the sink with her back to him. The pink towel wrapped around her body was the perfect length, exposing the sharp inward curves at the bottom of her cheeks. He snuck up behind her as he had a few weeks ago, grabbed the edges of the counter on each side of Deana's body and trapped her. "You're lucky."

The last time Evan did that, it scared Deana. She said, lucky that you scared the shit out of me? This time, Deana twisted, looking back over her shoulder, and said, "I know I am"

He used his face to shove Deana's hair aside and kissed her neck and spoke in her ear, "In the shower yesterday, I saw you a long time ago. You knew, you always knew."

Deana nodded. "So?"