Five of the six fitting room doors were open. Gloria started for the one closest to her, but Darlene stopped her. “I’m gonna need your help, so why don’t we use that one,” Darlene said. “I haven’t seen anybody in a wheelchair.”
Gloria stared at the large change room in the corner. “Um.”
“What’s wrong?” Darlene asked.
“Nothing,” Gloria said, acting as if she’d be comfortable getting naked in front of the older girl. “That makes sense. I’ll need your help, too.”
Darlene followed her in, closed the door behind them and immediately kicked off her untied, Pro Keds. Gloria laid the bathing suits on a bench. There are mirrors everywhere, Gloria thought while trying not to see Darlene wiggling out of her Levis, no underwear. Gloria couldn’t believe the girl had gone commando in those jeans. Darlene dropped the pants in a pile. Gloria turned, now trying not to stare at the strawberry bush. Unfortunately, the mirror on the side wall gave her a profile view of the redhead, so she looked straight ahead. The mirror in front of her looked into the one on the back wall. Shit, the bodacious white orbs of Darlene’s ass weren’t going to be easy to ignore.
“I hope you’re not uncomfortable,” Darlene said while lifting the double trouble T-shirt. “You know, next year you’ll have to change and shower with thirty girls in gym.”
Gloria realized she had only pulled her zipper down and Darlene was naked except for the bra that her tits were overflowing. “Is that how you know my sister, gym class?” Gloria asked and shoved her pants and underwear down with feigned confidence.
Darlene nodded. “Yeah, gym.” Her bra opened like a snapping rubber band. “School stuff, too.” She shrugged the straps off her shoulders. The girl’s breasts rested on each other. Gloria swallowed hard. Giant red nipples swelled. The dark centers stiffened. “Mmm, it’s always good to get that off. It’s too small.”
Gloria hated having the biggest boobs in her class and needing a bra before everyone else, but if there were a chance her tits might turn out like Darlene’s, it would be worth what she had been through. Evan wouldn’t be able to resist them. “What about Evan, you know him?” Gloria asked and quickly got her shirt off.
“Sure,” Darlene said.
She tossed her bra and picked up a yellow bikini top. Her eyes kept moving, but Darlene stayed in her sights. The redhead’s body was unreal like one of the drawings of her mother. “You ever go out?”
“Nope,” Darlene said. “Let me help with that.”
Gloria released the strings and lifted her arms while Darlene tied a bow behind her back. When she finished, the redhead’s fingertips swept the sides of Gloria’s breasts and tucked the excess into the yellow triangles. Gloria’s heart raced, and her cheeks flushed. The fingers were gone, but their touch lingered.
Twenty minutes earlier, Gloria hadn’t spoken to Darlene; now, she was looking over Gloria’s shoulder, staring at her in the mirror. She was practically naked, and the older girl had just touched her tits. Gloria felt her nipples stiffened. She should have wanted to cover her exposed crotch or at least cross her arms, but Darlene’s mesmerizing blue eyes held Gloria captive and disarmed her defenses. She was at the redhead’s mercy, and that didn’t bother Gloria. Darlene’s hands rested on Gloria’s hips. The buzz they created reached Gloria’s toes.
“Do you like it?” The stiff points of Darlene’s nipples sliced across Gloria’s shoulder blades.
She jerked. “What?”
“The top, do you like it?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s okay.” Her cheeks flashed red with embarrassment. “What do you think?”
“Try on the bottoms,” Darlene said.
Gloria stopped staring into Darlene’s eyes and grabbed the other half of the bikini. The redhead pressed her fists into her sides and watched Gloria put on the briefs with intense interest. Gloria had the impression that Darlene was like a peach, soft on the outside with a hard core. As soon as the bottoms were on, Darlene’s hands went to Gloria’s ass, adjusting the tight material with her fingers inside the leg holes.
“You have a beautiful body,” Darlene said. “You’re gonna turn out just like your mother.”
Gloria shivered, but it wasn’t because Darlene’s hands were cold. “You know my mother?”
“Um, no, not really,” Darlene said. “I’ve seen her at Deana’s games. She’s always the best looking woman there. You’re lucky.”
“Thank you,” Gloria said and adjusted the front of the bikini by running her thumbs down the inside of the leg openings.
“Do the other girls give you a hard time?” Darlene asked.
She turned around and faced unabashed naked Darlene. The mirror hadn’t done the girl’s body justice. “Yeah, they do, they have since I was ten. The boys, too.”
“Me too,” Darlene said, “but don’t let it bother you. They’re jealous. Be proud of what you got and learn to use it to your advantage.”
Gloria couldn’t imagine anybody giving Darlene a hard time. She could be scary, but Gloria didn’t think she’d ever had to be afraid of this senior. Gloria didn’t understand why, but they were making a connection. “I might need your help with that, but I learn fast,” Gloria said.
“Good. You wanna try a different one on?”
“Yes,” she said and got naked again. This time, Gloria’s confidence was genuine, and she wanted Darlene to stare at her.
When Evan and Candy reached the bathroom, he looked at her with a questioning expression. That was when he noticed what was on the front of his mother’s shirt. They were words his father should have paid attention to, Needs Constant Attention. He smirked and locked the bathroom door behind them.
Candy backed up to the counter and lifted her shirt to her waist. “Take them off for me,” she said.
“Um, ah.” Evan wondered if his mother knew how special those panties were to him. “Okay.” He placed his hands on Candy’s sides and inched them down toward the sexy red panties. The act of removing a woman’s underwear ranked one boner above watching her put them back on. He reached around his mother and tucked his index fingers in the top of her panties. As his hands rounded Candy’s hips, he looked into her eyes and eased the front of her underwear down. She smiled and gripped the edge of the counter. Evan reminded himself not to rush. His fingers combed through the strawberry pubic hair. Candy turned one knee out, expanding the gap between her legs. He grasped her crotch forcefully. His middle finger slipped into her deep groove. His mother was dripping, and her clit was bloated.
“Aaah, Evan, I want you inside me.”
Evan pushed the silky garment down the short, thick legs. His mother stepped out of them. He picked them up. They were warm and moist, and he considered boldly pressing them on his face while she watched, but tossed them at the hamper instead. Candy sat on the edge of the counter. He stared between her thighs. Deana was right; it was darker than the hair on her head. The neatly trimmed triangle pointed to the plump, bald pussy lips between her parted legs. He stepped forward. His mother’s knees rose as she leaned back. The arches of her feet found the tops of his hip bones. Her knees fell outward. She grabbed his erection. He dipped down, and Candy lined the purple knob up with her pussy. The hot, slippery mouth of his mother’s pussy made Evan jerk.
It was magic every time his cock plunged inside Candy’s body. Her pussy tube was filled with a billion fingertips. They grabbed onto his flesh and demanded he give the woman everything he had to offer. With a grunt, he stuffed every bit of his cock into his babysitter, his mommy, and his Candy.
“Aaah, fuck, oh, Evan.” She clutched his shoulders. “It’s wonderful. You have the most incredible dick and the way you use it on me…oh, yeah.”
The praise switched on Evan’s autopilot. He had one purpose, to fuck his mother’s pussy and fill her with cum. Candy dug her heels into his butt and helped him slam her with incredible force. Her massive tits rose and fell, swinging out and crashing together. He forced his hands under her butt and pulled her forward. Candy wrapped her arms and legs around him. He picked his mother up by her ass and bounced her on his rigid cock.
Candy huffed and groaned in his ear. “Ah, ah, ah, nobody…haaah, nobody has ever made me feel so good.”
They both gasped when Evan’s orgasm burst inside Candy’s body. She crushed him with her arms and legs while he squirted semen deep inside her body. Evan imagined his sperm breaching whatever birth control she was using to prevent him from making a baby in her. Hadn’t that been a childhood fantasy of his?
Evan set his mother on the counter and pulled his waning erection out of her. “Oh, Mom.” Her lips trembled when they kissed.
Candy’s fingers raked through his hair and squeezed his neck. A tingle ran down his spine. “I love you,” he said.
She pressed her finger to his lips. “You’re wonderful, a dream come true.”
“I’ve always loved you this way.”
“I know,” Candy said. “Your mother told me you would. I’ve always loved you, too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, she knew things, many things that I couldn’t see.” Candy got on her feet, wobbled and put her arms around him. He held her until she finally said, “Honey, I have a lot to do. I need to go.”
He wanted her to stay, but Evan said, “Okay,” and watched her with the amazement of the boy seeing his first naked woman. She put her shirt and those damn red panties in the hamper and started toward the door.
“Um, Mom, you—”
“Yup,” she said with a triumphant grin, “I’m going to walk through the house just like this. I’ll see you later.”
Evan stared at the unreal ass until it vanished around the corner by Deana’s room, then he sat on the toilet lid. Who was that lady? It was like waking up from a dream about his mother and finding Gloria next to him. It should have made Evan sad that he didn’t have a mother, again, but Candy had never honestly felt like the woman who gave birth to him. As a boy, when he needed a mother’s love and protection, the babysitter filled that role, but Evan always thought if he had been old enough for Candy before his father got her, they would have been lovers years ago. Their lives would have taken the alternate ending on the DVD. Did Candy see it the same way?
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