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 fanned 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.”
Evan’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. What was there to say? She was right.
“Evan, you didn’t do anything wrong.” She reached for him, but her hands stopped and
hung awkwardly between them. “We can’t stand here like this. One of the girls might come
home. We’ll talk later, okay?”
Candy didn’t wait for a response; she started walking toward her room. Evan stood there
for a minute, then he turned in a circle, thinking about what his father always said before a trip,
“You’re the man of the house while I’m gone. You take care of the women.”
Deana adjusted her bikini bottoms, turned and pushed her butt back; then she pulled up
the sundress she borrowed from Rebecca, and said, “Mom, do you think I need a new bathing
suit?”
Rebecca smiled and said, “Mm, you’ll either get money for a new one, or you’ll make her
jealous.”
Deana faked a chuckle, thinking about Candy’s butt in those jeans. Part of her hoped her
mother would be envious. “Yeah, right, you have never seen Candy in tight jeans.”
“Candy?” Rebecca said.
“Oops, you know what I meant.”
“I like Candy,” Rebecca said, “it’s a sexy name that fits her.”
“I agree, but my father—I better not get in the habit of using the babysitter’s name.”
Rebecca looked at her funny then finally said, “Come on, my mom will drive you home. I’m
going back to bed. You wore me out.”
“Me!”
Rebecca giggled and ran out of the room. “Come on.”
Evan’s body was still buzzing with post orgasm jitters when he reached the hallway outside
his sister’s rooms. He stopped and stared at Deana’s empty bed. The only sound was his
breathing and a groan from the floorboards. It was good that Deana wasn’t home. That meant
he could get some sleep before telling her about the fight. He whispered, “I just had sex with
mom in the kitchen.” Jeez, I won’t be saying that out loud again.
When Evan reached his room, he undressed and threw his shorts at the wall the same way
he had thrown his towel the night he didn’t get to have Candy. He got in bed and stared at the
ceiling, thinking about Candy, the babysitter, his first true love, and his stepmother.
Candy, the babysitter, had become the person Evan most associated with as a mother
figure. Could he live without a mother, again? He imagined his hands on her tits, his lips on her
neck, and the fire between her legs, and wondered, did it have to be one or the other, Mom
or Candy? Couldn’t he love her both ways? He could slide seamlessly from role to role, son to
lover and back. Why not, she had been his true love, first. Hadn’t she?
He loved Candy, and he loved Deana and Gloria. “Oh, fuck me, I’m fucked,” Evan said and
closed his eyes.
When Deana got home, she was surprised to see Evan’s car. He was supposed to be at
Jason’s. It made her uneasy. She wouldn’t be able to show Candy her ass if he was there. That
was what she wanted to do, wasn’t it? She wanted to let her mother know that she had ass,
too. It was stupid being envious of her mother’s body, and it was worse being jealous about a
secret affair that Candy and Evan might be having. It was most likely just her wild imagination.
Deana huffed, frustrated with her feelings. It was ridiculous thinking about Evan and Candy
together. And if they were fucking, she should be happy for both of them, especially now that
she wasn’t going to have sex with Evan.
Grow up, Deana told herself, then she dropped her overnight bag on the kitchen floor and
headed to Candy’s room.
The bedroom door was closed, so Deana did her usual rap-tap-tap, then listened. When
she heard, “Come in,” she opened the door, ready to impress her mother with what Rebecca
referred to as an ass to die for. “Ma—” Her mother’s tits silenced her.
Candy was standing there in one of her father’s shirts. Deana gasped, trying to apologize
and retreat. Her mother’s chest appeared bigger without a bra. Her breasts didn’t hang like
Deana’s thought they might. They rested on her body, swelled at the bottom of each globe
and bulged at her sides, holding the shirt open. Her nipples were huge.
After what seemed like minutes, Candy finally crossed her arms and said, “Dee, I said one
minute.”
“So…sorry, I thought you said come in. I’m sorry. I’ll go.” She started backing up.
“Did you need something?”
“Um, yeah, but it can wait.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, yes, it’s nothing.” Deana pulled the door shut as she left the room, then she stood
there replaying the scene in her head. Did one minute sound anything like come in?
When Deana reached the kitchen, she dropped mindlessly onto a chair. She knew Candy
had a nice body, but that wasn’t nice, it was fucking hot. Her mom’s stomach was flat, and
there were grooves cut down each side of her perfectly trimmed bush, which was more
strawberry than the hair on her head. Those plump swells of labia bulging between her
thighs—Stop, Deana told herself, it’s wrong thinking about her body that way. Damn it, that
woman is a sex goddess.
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