“I can be concerned too, can’t I?” He saw her tit swish back to the right. “I’ve never seen you working out at midnight before. Did I do something?”
“I don’t know, did you?”
A woman in a man’s shirt was very sexy, and Evan remembered that Candy when she was their babysitter, used to wear men’s shirts. Fuck, he felt vulnerable and angry.
“Honey,” she said, and put her hands on his waist, “you can tell me anything. I’m here for you.”
“I, ah, I know that.” He wanted a hug, but he was wearing a fuckin’ towel.
“Go ahead then,” she said.
“Mom,” he said, hoping the title would turn her back into his mother, then he could lie. “I guess, maybe—” There was no reason to lie to his babysitter, Candy always had his back. He put his arms around her. At least I’m too emotional to get a hard on, he thought.
“Baby, it’s okay to tell me,” she said and laid her head on his shoulder. “I know you’ve been keeping a secret, but it’s all right, I’m not mad.”
Evan should have backed away, told his mother a lie, then gone upstairs and cut off his dick, but her soft hands were on his naked skin, caressing his lower back. He held on and pressed his nose into her hair. The pleasant scent made him tremble. “I’ve got a chance to drive in a race. It’s a once in a lifetime shot.”
Candy tilted her head back but didn’t allow their bodies to separate. “You did well tonight, didn’t you?”
He knew she already had the answer. “You know?”
“Of course,” she said.
“You mad?”
“No, Honey, I’m not mad,” she said.
“How did you find out?”
“That’s not important,” she said. “You disappointed me by not coming to me. Did you forget how much I love you?”
His mother’s eyes were glistening. “No, I didn’t. I’m sorry. I, um, you know how dad is, and I—”
“Let me worry about him,” she said.
“But Mom, he already told me I couldn’t.”
“Shh, I’ll handle it, don’t worry.”
“Thanks, thank you.”
The hug should have been reinforced for a few seconds, then ended with an acknowledgment of their love and his appreciation, but neither of them yielded. Evan knew it had become an inappropriate embrace, but he didn’t want to let her go, and her expression suggested she wouldn’t release him, anyway. One of his hands floated up, seemingly against his will, and stopped on the back of her neck. Her fingers clutched and released his sides. It gave him goosebumps. He started massaging her neck, and her head fell forward. Her breath moistened his skin. Please kiss it, please, then I’ll know for sure.
She looked up at him. The mouth that he had stared at with burning desire and fantasies of how good it would be to kiss was right there. His lips were moving towards hers and his eyes closed. Their lips touched together and remained motionless. He knew he should open his eyes and see his mother’s shock and horror, then it would be over, but he didn’t. Now, he had to make a choice, laugh and move away or risk changing everything he knew.
The same fevered passion he felt when kissing Becky, Jayda and Deana was instantaneous, but experiencing it with his mother blew his brain apart. Evan couldn’t see reality, cause-and-effect or consequences. He wanted her, had to have her like a spoiled child has to have grocery store candy. He would throw himself on the floor and thrash his arms and legs if he was denied his Candy.
Both of his hands were on the small of her back, kneading and pulling her forward in rhythm. Candy’s bodacious butt was within his reach, and he wanted to grab hold of it. It would overflow his hands, and his fingers would sink into the gouge between the two perfect halves. He would finally know how deep that valley was and he’d lift her, pull her into the thrusts of his groin. His lust was primal, and it demanded he shove his cock—
“Evan.”
He was breathing hard and fast like that day he wanted to get a home run for Candy. The third base coach signaled him to stop, but he saw her in the bleachers and didn’t slow down. His lungs were burning, and his legs were pumping. He turned the corner and pushed harder. Candy was screaming and cheering for him. He dove, bounced and slid through the dirt. The ball sliced the air above his head and whacked into the catcher’s glove. He knew he was out and this time he thought he might cry. “Mom, it’s—”
The air that swept over his bare ass jolted him. He stepped back. Instinct and training demanded that he cover it up, hide it quickly and beg forgiveness, then be filled with shame, but they both stood there staring at the erect cock. “Mom, oh, God, I’m sorry.”
Still staring at his erection, she said,”No, I’m sorry, this is my fault.”
He couldn’t get his eyes off the giant projectiles under her sweatshirt. So what if his father killed him, he wanted this more than anything. His hands were trembling. He was going to touch her tits, feel how heavy they were and take those plump nipples between his fingers and pinch them.
“Baby, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.” She picked up his towel. Her hand grazed his cock in the process of wrapping it around his waist. The sensation on his stretched skin lingered.
Evan wanted to throw himself on the floor kicking and screaming. “But, but I—”
“I know.” She held his hands. “Honey, this can’t happen. It would change everything. We—”
Deana’s door opened, and she squeaked with surprise. “Yikes!” His heart stopped. “You trying to give me a heart attack.”
His mother crossed her arms over her engorged nipples and said, “Go,” then she pointed at his door. “Don’t let it happen again.”
He tried to look guilty. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry,” Candy said, “didn’t mean to spook you.”
Deana lifted her brow. “Towel, again?”
“Yeah, that too, but he never let me know when he was coming home,” Candy said. “I was worried.”
“I gotta pee.”
“Deana.”
“Sorry, Mom,” Deana said. “I need to go to the little girl’s room.”
Upstairs, Evan through his towel at the wall and his unrelenting stiffness swung side-to-side. He knew his mother wouldn’t—couldn’t possibly chance coming to his room, but he stood there facing the door, hoping.
After peeing, Deana returned to her room, suspicious. It could have been something she had seen thousands of times, Evan staring at their mother, but the look on his face was strange, and their mother seemed frightened, not angry. If that bothered me, how will I feel after it happens? She kicked a stuffed animal across the room.
Evan blew out through tight lips. There was a limit to how many highs and lows he could tolerate, and it had been exceeded. He collapsed on his bed with his mother’s words playing, “Baby, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.” Shouldn’t have what, been there, kissed him or touched his dick?
He buried his face in the pillow and cried. Candy always came and made everything better. She always knew what to say and how to hold him and handle his father, protect him from his father. Evan was older now than Candy had been back when she had taken up for them. He flipped the wet side of his pillow down and fell back into it. Everything had gone wrong, fuckin’ nine-eleven wrong.
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