Potential - S01 E297

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Potential - S01 E297

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 297

The idea of his mother tasting herself and the cum he shot in her earlier, made Evan crazy with lust. He increased the length and speed of his strokes. Candy's orgasm made her insides jerk and squeeze. He shortened his relentless thrusts and fucked his mother through her climax. Then, she begged him to finish.

Hearing his mother ask him to cum in her ass was surreal. His balls tightened, and he pumped his seed deep in Candy's ass. It was the first time it hadrit gone in her baby hole. He collapsed on her back and spilled off to the side. His slimy cock slid free and dragged across her cheek.

"Mom, you okay?"

"Mm, Mom," she said, "I like the sound of that. I'm exhausted."

He moved so his mother could tum over, and laid his leg across her stomach, then brushed the damp strands of hair off her sweat- sheened face. "Was that alright? I didn't mean to be so rough."

"Baby," she kissed his hand and held it to her chest, "that was what I wanted."

His mother's expression changed to that of a girl about Gloria's age. He kissed her forehead and realized their roles had flip- flopped again.

When the boisterous sex abruptly ended, Deana removed her ear from the door. Her palms were sweaty and her panties a sopping mess. Her brain created a movie from her mother's demands and the resulting grunts and pained moans. She might have imagined a more violent, unwarranted pummeling than Evan actually gave Candy, but the woman she had encountered earlier in the kitchen, the one she had kissed, and the one she imagined making love to, wouldn't want to be treated like that. Candy didn't deserve that even if she were the one asking for it. Their mother was hurting, and Deana understood how emotional pain made you do things you wouldn't do otherwise. If Evan realized that, he wouldn't have done it. Deana wanted to believe that about her brother as much as she had tried to convince herself her father didn't know his cum on her body or down her throat was something she wanted. Believing a lie was easier than living with the truth.

The silence in Candy's room made Deana nervous. If one of them suddenly opened the door, it would be a mortifying end to the bizarre day she was having. It was as if she had never fully recovered from that dreamlike state Evan sent her into that morning in Gloria's bed, and what happened with Cindy later. Deana needed to talk to someone, but Cindy didn't want anyone to know, especially not Evan. Too bad Evan was the one person she most needed to tell.

Evan smelled of sex and sweat. His dick was crusted with the dry mix of his mother's ass juices and his cum. He needed a shower and had hoped their last time together would end with his mother washing him while he did the same for her. It disappointed him, but it hadn't been much of a surprise when she turned him down. Candy had lost her mind toward the end of what had been a long, slow, sensual lovemaking session. His mother had a complete personality change compared to every other time they made love. She demanded it rough, and he gave her what she asked for, but she made it more violent. It was as if she wanted to be punished for being with him. Then, once the randy fucking flamed out with the last explosive bursts of orgasm, Candy's persona shifted again. Her body was limp, and, from what Evan could perceive, she was embarrassed and regretful like a child. She kissed him, told him she loved him more than he could ever understand, and asked him to go.

He put his shorts and T-shirt on, watching Candy the whole time. She faked a smile, threw him a kiss, and went into the master bath. The sound of the lock clicking sent ice through his veins. He left his mother's room somewhat dazed and confused, and sad.

Deana's door was ajar, but Evan didn't look in until he heard his name in a tone that suggested he should keep going. "Get in here," Deana said and grabbed his arm.

"I'm going in the shower." He resisted but unless he was willing to overpower Deana he had to go.

"Damn it, Evan Deana closed the door and stood between it and him. "What if Cindy heard you?"

"Cindy?"

'I didn't mean I meant Gloria, but Cindy could have heard you from the driveway if she happened to come back. What if Gloria came home?"

'She isn't coming home tonight."

"Evan!"

"I know, you're right, I'm sorry,' he said. "It was the last time, one last time.

"I hope so," Deana said.