Chapter 3: Evil Secrets in the Girl’s Club

The next morning, Evan had a blank slate to work with. There was nothing like a good night’s sleep to clear the mind. He wasn’t thinking about racing, Gloria’s panties, her tits, or his mother doing laundry. It was Friday, and even though he had to go to school, it had a different vibe on Friday, especially when the school year was almost over. Plus, Evan’s talk with Deana had helped him, and not just because of her idea about talking to Cindy. It was more than that. His sister had done something for him that Evan didn’t understand, but it gave him more hope.

When Evan reached the kitchen, he remembered the thing he didn’t want to think about. It wasn’t right to think about your parents having sex, but Evan wanted his beautiful stepmom to be treated like the goddess she was. His father didn’t do that, so he didn’t deserve to have sex with her. Compassion and anger were a dangerous emotional cocktail.

Candy was standing at the sink washing dishes, and Evan didn’t see his father’s car in the driveway. “Good morning, Mom,” he said and put his hands on her shoulders.

Candy said, “Good morning,” but didn’t look at him.

It wasn’t until his hands started massaging that Evan realized it had been too long since he’d touched her that way. When his mother groaned and rolled her head, he remembered why it had been so long. Last time, the energy that flowed from her into his hands made him nervous, and the sensual sway of his mom’s body frightened him. It was happening again, but Evan wasn’t nervous or frightened. He embraced it and treated Candy the way she deserved. After all, she had been his first crush.

“Mm, Evan,” Candy said, “thank you. That feels so good. You have magic hands.”

His mother’s voice snapped Evan out of the trance, and he was embarrassed by the thoughts he’d been enjoying. Normally, if his father were in the same zip code, Evan wouldn’t touch his mother that way. “It’s the least I can do considering all you do for me,” he said.

“You must want something,” she said.

“No, that’s not it, I’m just a great son.” He worked harder with his hands. “Oh, me and Deana were talking, and she wanted to know if you had pictures from when we were kids.”

“You’re still kids,” Candy said and took a long pause. “I’ll think about it.”

His mother’s tone and tightened shoulders told Evan he’d made her uncomfortable, so he let the pictures go. Had he made Candy feel like they didn’t think of her as their mother?

“Me next,” Deana said.

Evan was glad Deana showed up. It made him yank his hands away from Candy’s neck. “Oh, no,” he said. “I think your foot gets enough massages already. Mom, you know Deana makes me rub her dirty feet when I’m driving her.”

“Really,” Candy said and turned. “I wish I had someone to rub my feet. You’re a lucky girl, Deana.”

“Jeez,” he said and shivered at the thought of rubbing his mom’s feet. One side of her bathrobe bowed out, and for a second, Evan thought he saw it. Could he have actually seen the brown ring of his mother’s nipple? “It figures you’d say that. Girl’s club, I guess.”

“You’re a good brother,” Candy said and stroked his cheek.

“He’s all right, I guess, for a brother,” Deana said and chuckled.

“Whatever,” Evan said. “Come on, let’s go. or I’ll be late, and the Wicked Witch of Homeroom will burn me at the stake.” He needed to get the hell away from the vibes his mother was putting out.

Jason’s House

The bathroom door was partially open, and Jason could see Becky at the sink, brushing her teeth. Her back was to him, and her nightshirt only reached to the creases at the top of her thighs. He thought about turning away, but all that talk about Deana’s underwear made Jason stay. Becky leaned over to spit and rinse her mouth. He held his breath. Her shirt lifted, her ass pushed back, and his sister’s cheeks parted. Suddenly, where there had been nothing a second ago, Becky’s pussy appeared like a target for his penis. As she leaned in to suck some water from the tap, her pussy-lips gave up their tight seal and showed him that pink spot where he’d shove his cock into her. The moist, inner meat glistened and mocked his growing dick. Walk away, Jason told himself and continued staring. His sister had developed a beautiful, fat pussy.

Becky turned towards the toilet and pulled her shirt up to her waist. Jason held his breath. Her white ass cheeks and the even whiter gap between them made him want to shout, turn in a circle, then kneel down to kiss it, lick it and worship her ass.

His sister’s crotch pushed forward, and a stream of piss splashed into the water. That got him even more excited. It was amazing how much piss could blast out of such a skinny girl. He was glad Becky still had a thing about standing up and pissing. He had always loved to watch her pee.

The abrupt end of blasting pee was followed by a couple of short bursts. Becky stiffened, grabbed her crotch, roughly swished her hand back and forth, then shivered. After standing there frozen for a few seconds, she sucked her fingers. Had he just seen her getting off and tasting her juices?

Jason retreated to his room, where he’d have to spank his monkey, thinking about the time Becky stood like that and pissed on Paula Dunkin’s bookbag at the bus stop while everyone watched. She told him Paula deserved it for lying about her, but Jason suspected it was more fun than payback. Maybe one day he’d ask her about it.

On the way to school, Becky sat sideways on the back seat of the bus with her legs stretched across the seat. She was holding the spot for one of the older girls who got on the bus later. That was expected of her, but she didn’t resent it or any of the other things she had to do. Being someone’s Bitch had its advantages, especially when that person could help Becky fulfill fantasies and achieve her goals. She could hardly wait to talk about the teeth-brushing incident. It baffled Becky that her brother hadn’t cracked yet. She’d been turning it on lately, making sure Jason knew what she had, but always in an innocent, “Oops, did I show my ass” kind of a way. He was determined to honor his promise to their mother, but Becky knew Jason was looking at her differently. It was just a matter of time now.

At School, lunch period came quickly for Evan. All morning, his teachers reviewed for finals, and he thought about his mother and how she had responded to his hands. Was she offering to let him rub her feet? He was sorry he’d asked about the past and spoiled a perfect moment. Their mother had told him at least twice that their father didn’t want them to think about the past.

Jason waved to Evan from a table at the back of the cafeteria. Evan sat down and said, “What’s up, Dude? You awake?”

“Yeah, mostly,” Jason said. “Long night studying.”

Evan laughed. “You mean you were chatting with horny housewives all night, again?”

Jason smiled. “Something like that. Did you bring me any panties?”

“Jeez, not that again,” he said. “No panties, never any panties. Forget I mentioned panties.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Like that’s possible. You brought up your sister’s underwear, the material that touches her pussy, and you expect me to forget about it. Shit, you fucked up my mind. That’s all I could think about last night, you fucking your sister.”

“Don’t say that,” Evan said. “It’s not like that. I don’t picture her in them or think about her. It’s just a weird fetish, I guess. Maybe all those herbs I’ve been experimenting with are messing up my mind, like when jocks get on steroids and they don’t realize they’re changing. I swear I get hard all the time and for no reason.”

“Are you serious?” Jason said. “That’s called being a teenager. Hey, have you ever seen your sister’s pussy?”

“No, never,” he said.

Jason said, “Do you expect me to believe you cum in her underwear, probably squirt right on that patch where her pussy lips go, and you don’t think that’s because you wanna do her? Like you’re not imagining how it would feel to be inside Deana.”

Evan heard Jason’s words looping in his mind, and they scared him more each time they went around. “That’s what you think, what you think you would do, but only because she’s not your sister,” he said. Why the hell did Jason want him to do his sister?

“I’m just being real,” Jason said. “You must want to. I would. You’re twins, can’t you tell if she’d be into it? Deana can’t date, so you’re the only guy around. It’s you or go lesbo.”

“It’s not like we share a brain or can read minds,” Evan said. “Not that it matters anyway. She’s my sister. I wouldn’t even be able to sport wood. It just wouldn’t work.”

“That’s what would make it so good ... she’s your sister,” Jason said. “At least get a blow job.”

“I’m worried about you,” he said. “Let’s talk about something else. “Hey, I might get to race...”

After school, waiting by the car for his sister, Evan heard Rebecca’s voice pierce the air from across the parking lot. Deana’s long black hair trailed behind her on the breeze, and the gymnast, Rebecca, walked backward, talking to her.

As they approached, Deana said, “Driver, take my guest and me to the palace,” then with the back of her hand pressed to her forehead, she blew out a long swish of air. “Why have you not already opened our doors? It shall be terribly hot, and we might break a sweat.”

Evan glared at his sister but played along. “My Lady,” he said, “such a thing shall never happen again. Please spare my head from the guillotine.” They laughed and got into the car. Friday was always more fun, and he had a feeling it was going to be a great weekend.

Rebecca’s hands circled Evan’s neck, and he looked at her in the mirror. “Did you get me a big surprise yet?” she asked, her grip tightening.

He shrugged against her soft hands and said. “I’ve got a big surprise right here for you.”

“Ooh.” She giggled. “Is it bigger than a carrot but smaller than a cucumber?”

“Rebecca!” Deana slapped her friend’s arm. “Don’t encourage him. You’ll be sorry.”

Evan said, “I might get you something if you’re good.”

“Highly unlikely,” Deana said. “Come on, let’s go.”

By the time they reached Rebecca’s house, Evan had listened enough to know Deana was spending the night there. He was glad it wasn’t the other way around because he didn’t trust himself with the soft-handed, dirty-minded gymnast. “What are y’all going to do tonight,” he asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Deana said.

“Not really, I was just making conversation. Probably be boring,” he said and faked a yawn.

“We’ll probably be making out,” Rebecca said.

“Shut up, Reb.” Deana opened her door and got out. “Watch yourself. He’ll try and sneak a peek at your underwear.”

Rebecca slid forward. “If you want to see my panties, all you have to do is ask.” She lifted her skirt for a full count of three, then jumped out of the car.

“See,” Deana said, “I told you she couldn’t be good.”

Evan leaned across the car and said, “You two wouldn’t dare kiss.”

“Oh yeah,” Deana said.

When the kiss ended, Rebecca and Evan were silent. Deana looked at her brother and said, “You look like you’re catching flies. Close your mouth.”

Evan said, “Nice acting. I gotta go.” It didn’t look like acting, and the tumbler seemed as surprised as he was.

The tires squealed, and Evan was gone. Rebecca said, “Wow, you really showed him.”

Deana grinned. “That’ll give the perv something to think about.”

“Um, yeah, I bet he’ll be doing a lot more than thinking.”

Deana faced Rebecca and held her hands. “I’m sorry if I—I guess I shouldn’t have done that in your front yard.”

“No, it’s fine,” Rebecca said. “It just surprised me because I’m the one who acts out. You’re the good girl, remember.”

“Just because my father doesn’t let me wear makeup or have a boyfriend doesn’t mean I can’t be a little bad sometimes.”

“Mm, I hope so,” Rebecca said. “It’s too bad I don’t have a hot brother here for us to be bad with?”

“Rebecca, you promised,” Deana said. “If you two hook up and it doesn’t work out, it’ll mess things up.”

“And if it did work out, then you wouldn’t have me to make out with.”

“I’m gonna slap you.”

“Sorry,” Rebecca said. “If I had a brother, I’d let you fool around with him. If he looked like Evan, I might even join in.”

“‘You’re as perverted as Evan,” Deana said. “Do you think you would do something with your brother if you had one?”

“I can’t say,” Rebecca said, “but you can. Does Evan have a—”She made quotes in the air with her fingers—”good personality?” That was their idiom for a big penis.

“How should I know,” Deana said. “He’s my brother.”

“Exactly,” Rebecca said, “you live with him. You got plenty of opportunities to find out.”

“All I’m gonna say is, you wouldn’t wanna let him put it where you let Bobby James put his.”

“I didn’t want to get pregnant,” Rebecca said defensively. “Did you see it? I mean, was he hard when you saw it? I’ve seen the bulge in his pants, and I’d say he has a great personality.”

“I didn’t say I saw it!”

“Then how do you know? Don’t hold out on me, or I’ll have to find out for myself.”

“In the car, when he was rubbing my foot. I thought my foot was on his leg, but it kept growing, and it jerked.”

“OMG!” Rebecca said and shuffled her feet. “You got him hard with your foot? That must have been wild. Did you keep rubbing it?”

“I wasn’t ever rubbing it, and he might have been hard already from seeing your panties. It was after we dropped you off. I moved my foot as soon as I realized what it was,” she lied. What if Rebecca knew she listened outside the bathroom door while Evan came in her panties?

Evan reached his house in record time, still thinking about his sister and Rebecca. Something about two girls kissing, real girls, not chicks on the internet, made his blood boil. His sister and Rebecca—wow, the potential. No, not Deana, Evan thought. She’s a good girl—the worst kind, one who had no idea how gorgeous she was.

Candy was at the kitchen sink, peeling potatoes. Evan thought about going straight to the bathroom but detoured instead. “Are you making dinner?”

“Yes,” his mom said. “Why?”

Evan stood behind his mother, thinking Candy, Candy, Candy in his head. That’s how he had been thinking of her lately, like the old version of Candy. His mouth went dry. Her pants were painted on, dividing each sphere of Candy’s glorious ass. “Why not order pizza? Dad went to Atlanta for the weekend, right?” Two perfect halves of a magnificent whole, divided by a deep groove, Evan thought, feeling guilty for staring down into his mother’s ass cleavage.

“I had pork chops defrosted.” She continued rinsing a potato.

“Darn, pizza is like a thousand times better than pork chops.”

“Sorry,” she said, “too late.”

He slipped his hands under her arms and mimicked her washing motion. “Want help?”

“Sure,” she said.

It’s nothing, Evan told himself, wishing he hadn’t tried to be cute. It was just her sides. But ribs didn’t feel like that or make him tingle. He had hugged his mother thousands of times but never felt her breasts that way. They bulged out past the sides of her body and caressed his forearms. Evan knew he should have pulled his arms back but tightened his muscles instead, so they sank deeper into the soft, mysterious flesh. Wasn’t that the same as intentionally touching his mother’s tits?

“Wash up first,” Candy said, grabbing his hands and pulling them under the hot water.

It burned, but Evan didn’t pull back. Their hands intertwined, and his mother’s soapy fingers glided between his, dipping deep into the webbing. Her thumbs pushed into the curves of his palms. Evan gulped air when he realized he wasn’t breathing. Move back, just back up, back away, he told himself, but left his groin nestled against the inward slope of his mom’s lower back. His penis pulsed, growing with his guilt. The outward push of her rump contoured to his body. His throbbing balls were resting in the gap at the top of her butt. Could she feel him?

“You peel the rest of these and cut them into cubes,” she said.

Surprised by her voice, Evan gasped. “Ah, okay.”

“I have something to finish up. I’ll do the mashing after,” Candy said. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” Evan watched his mother walk towards her room, her giant breasts swishing under a thin blouse, bra-less. He was going to faint.

Later, Evan hadn’t fainted, but he had cut himself twice while peeling the potatoes. When he was done, he went straight to his room without bothering to whack off his unyielding boner. His cousin, Cindy, was into meditation. She said it made her a better race car driver, being able to clear her mind of all thoughts. Evan sat in his desk chair and took several long, calming breaths, but meditation wasn’t working. His thoughts spun like a tornado, and his emotions were the flying debris that smashed everything in its path.

He had learned to call her Mom and now thought of Candy as his mother. Why was he suddenly seeing her as Candy again? What had changed? Evan pictured Jason’s mother. She was sexy in her own way, and he wouldn’t turn her down if she wanted to have sex with him, but Evan was sure Jason didn’t massage his mother or get hard for her. It wasn’t the erection; it was the emotions, the feelings, and the powerful desires that went along with them. He had been out of his mind and could have crossed a line in the blink of an eye, a line that would have changed Evan’s life forever.

The knock startled Evan. “Come in, Gloria,” he said, spinning his chair toward the door. “What?”

Gloria stood in front of him, looking down at her feet. “Um.” She didn’t look up.

“What is it?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Dad said,” she lifted her head, “if you didn’t coddle me all the time, I’d be better at softball.”

“Oh,” he said and pulled his sister onto his lap.

Gloria laid her head on his shoulder, and she was his baby girl again. “How come he doesn’t like me?” Her breath warmed Evan’s neck.

“Don’t say that. Of course Dad likes you.” Evan moved her face in front of his and looked Gloria in the eyes. They were so blue. “He just wants you to be strong when you grow up. Don’t worry, I’m never going to stop coddling you.”

“I love you,” she said and pressed her lips against his.

When his sister finally pulled away, her cheeks were flushed. She said, “Thank you. You always make me feel better.”

What the hell was that, Evan wondered? He needed to talk to Deana. She understood these things, girl things. He went back to figuring out what to do about his mother. What if she’d felt his erection?

At Rebecca’s House, Deana and Rebecca entered the bedroom, giddy from excessive amounts of junk food and soda. Rebecca held her fingers in the air like a magician. “Shazam,” she said and pushed the button on her doorknob, “access denied.”

“Don’t rub it in,” Deana said. Would a lock make her life any better?

“Sorry,” Rebecca said.

“Hey, Reb, ya know what we talked about earlier—”

“I told you, there’s nothing to worry about,” Rebecca said, “I’ll never tell anyone you jerked your brother off with your foot.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Deana said, wishing she’d never mentioned the foot massage. Telling Rebecca had linked the incidental contact and listening outside the bathroom door in Deana’s mind. It had turned a spotlight on the thoughts she’d been having, on the truth, the true nature of her evil desires. She would burn in hell, wouldn’t she?

“Maybe before you end my life,” Rebecca said, “you can finish what you started out front?”

Rebecca stepped forward. Their toes touched, and so did their chests. Deana’s nipples sparkled with sensation. She looked into her best friend’s big, green eyes. Rebecca’s lips quivered, and so did Deana’s. She pressed her lips to Rebecca’s, closed her eyes, and tilted her head. Her tongue darted out tentatively, and Rebecca’s mouth opened. She dove in, plunging her tongue inside another girl’s mouth. It was more exciting than kissing a boy, not that Deana knew much about that.

Rebecca’s hands clamped down on Deana’s butt, shooting a bolt of electricity into her crotch. Their passion flared, and she grabbed Rebecca’s firm athletic ass and forced their groins together. Rebecca moaned into her mouth and sucked her tongue hard while inching backward, pulling Deana along. The kiss broke and Rebecca sat on the bed, looking up at Deana.

“I’m sorry, Rebecca, I, ah, I got—”

“Shh, don’t say anything,” Rebecca said, hooking her ankles behind Deana’s calves. Something had changed between them, Deana saw it in Rebecca’s eyes. She combed her fingers through Rebecca’s hair and stared. It was a defining moment, a point of no return, and it was terrifying.

Deana inhaled sharply when Rebecca’s lips touched her stomach. The tongue circling her belly button caused goosebumps to race down her legs. “Rebecca,” she said, “what are you doing?”

Rebecca looked up and said, “Let me.”

Deana had never felt so alive or alert. Her senses crackled, and her body buzzed. Rebecca willfully stared into her eyes, tracing the top edge of her sweatpants with an index finger. Deana’s stomach tightened, and she whispered, “Reb.”

“It’s okay,” Rebecca said.

It wasn’t okay, Deana was pretty sure about that, but she didn’t have the power nor desire to make it stop. Rebecca’s eyes were demanding yet passionately loving, and Deana knew she’d let her BFF do whatever she wanted, no matter how terrifying it was. The hands holding Deana’s shirt halfway up were her own hands, and without permission, they lifted the shirt up over her head. Her pink, cotton-puff nipple sacks swelled and pulsated.

Rebecca leaned forward, and Deana stared at the top of her head. Wet lips pressed against that space between her sweatpants and belly button. It was flesh that had never felt such sensitive warmth. The hot, wet tip of Rebecca’s tongue was moving down, down and further down. It had only dropped a short distance, but in Deana’s mind, it took a lifetime to reach the top of her pants. “Ah ... Rebecca.”

The drawstring around Deana’s waist tightened on her hip bones, cutting in. Then it seemed to vibrate into her groin as the bow unraveled. The coolness of the room’s air slapped her on the ass and rushed between Deana’s legs. She realized moisture from her pussy had seeped down her inner thighs. Rebecca’s hands tightened, and her fingers dug into the fleshy cushions of her ass. Deana couldn’t do this, couldn’t let it happen. She had to push her friend’s head away from the slippery mess between her legs. “What, ah, what are you—”

Rebecca’s stare silenced Deana. Then, without thought, she pulled a foot out of the pants bunched around her ankles and widened her stance to make room for the pint-sized gymnast, who was sliding down off the bed. It was a nasty way for a young lady to present herself, spread open, vulnerable, and exposed. Shame and embarrassment should have demanded Deana stop it from happening, but a puff of air from Rebecca’s mouth pushed Deana into another realm where her father’s voice couldn’t be heard.

A million sparks tingled just inside her pussy lips and spread up into her body deeper than her fingers had ever reached. Deana panted, feeling each taunting breath her friend released. Rebecca’s eyes had never been as big or as green as they were now, staring up from below the black bush of pubic hair. Her long lashes blinked slowly, and then it happened. Nothing Deana had ever done to herself felt so wonderful. The same sensual tongue that had probed her mouth and danced with her own tongue was licking her inflamed labia.

“Ahhh, oh sheeit,” she gasped. Nobody had ever touched her ass the way Rebecca was fondling it. Fingernails raked down her cheeks, following the curves down to her inner thighs. “Oh, God.” Deana closed her eyes and threw her head back, unable to comprehend what was happening between her legs. The probing, snaking motion of Rebecca’s tongue at the mouth of her pussy ripped her mind apart. Her body was out of her control. Deana’s hands pawed at her own tits, twisting their silky crowns. “Oh, oh, oh, God,” she cried out.

Deana didn’t want to climax on her friend’s face, or inside her mouth, but she rocked, dipped, and ground her cunt on the lashing tongue, searching for release. Should she warn Rebecca when it was coming, give her a chance to get out of the way? Deana thought she should, but instead, she begged, “Oh, yes, yes, make me cum...”

Rebecca’s hands squeezed Deana’s ass with incredible force, pulling her face up into Deana’s pussy, ramming her tongue deep inside. Deana had never been so removed from reality, and she never wanted to come back. Nothing existed except her pussy, Rebecca’s mouth, and the orgasm that threatened to knock her off her feet. It exploded violently, shaking her from head to toe, then her toes curled, and Deana fell forward onto the bed. Her body coiled up into a ball, and she wept.

The warm, softness of Rebecca’s naked body wrapped around Deana like a blanket. She kissed Deana’s ear. “Didn’t you like it?”

Deana said, “I did.”

“So did I,” Rebecca said and kissed the back of her neck.

“Have you, um, have you ever done that before?”

“Oh, about a million times,” Rebecca said, “in my fantasies.”

“I swear, I’ve never ... I can’t even move,” Deana said. “I don’t think I’ve ever gone off like that. I was gonna kill you, but you killed me.”

Rebecca said, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a chance to kill me.”

At Home, Evan blew out a long breath and considered calling Jason, again. He’d tried working out, watching TV, and listening to music, but still, Evan couldn’t get what happened at the kitchen sink out of his mind. Since then, his mom had seemed quiet and distant, but that could have been his guilty imagination. Had she sensed how aroused he was while she washed his hands, or even been caught up in that special moment like he had? He had to talk to his mother, or he wouldn’t be able to sleep. Go say goodnight, Evan told himself, then you’ll know if she was upset. He always did.

The clock on the microwave was the only light in the kitchen, and the refrigerator’s hum was the only sound. Evan turned back, stopped, then went on. He had to know, had to see her at least, say goodnight, and see if his mother was upset. He had touched her breasts on purpose.

When Evan reached the bedroom door, he heard his dad’s harsh voice in his mind, “Always knock.” The bedroom door was ajar, and light leaked out into the hallway. He held his fist up, ready to knock, then his face inched toward the crack. The nightstand lamp made Evan squint. He blinked hard and nudged the door, thinking Candy was asleep. Then why was he opening her door?

Evan’s footfall was silenced by the plush carpet, but not the pounding of his heart. It was all he could hear, the thump, thump, thumping in his ears. Breathe, you have to breathe, he thought and took two more steps. Why wasn’t his mother under the covers?

Three more steps, and he was at the edge of her bed, staring at the bare feet that hung off the mattress. They were pretty, and Evan wanted to touch them, massage them like she wanted him to. The purple robe was one he’d never seen before. It was like Deana’s towels, too short. The end laid along the cusp of her butt cheeks. His mother’s shapely calves, thighs, and the curvature of her ass under that sheer material gave him a hot flash. He tried to swallow, but his throat stuck to itself. The truest test of character had been set before him. What kind of person was he?

None of the excuses Evan had fabricated could exonerate him now. He was kneeling at the foot of his parent’s bed. His eyes followed those sexy legs to where the thickness of her thighs spread out against the mattress, then he looked between them. There was a narrow slice of red fabric that swelled with what Evan knew was his mother’s pussy. He gulped air, and a squeak escaped from deep in his throat. None of the porn Evan had seen affected his teenage mind the way this voyeuristic act was. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from what was under that thin layer of material. He wanted to touch it, needed to touch it and taste it. His penis was painfully stiff. He grabbed it and realized his cock was out, completely visible, and being stroked by his hand. It didn’t matter that his mother was sleeping. His dick was in plain view in her presence. In Evan’s mind, they might as well have been fucking, so would it be any worse if he came on her floor?

Evan walked backward without taking his eyes off his mother, closed the door, and rushed to the kitchen. Candy was so beautiful. He’d always known that but never let his mind go to the places it had just been. Why now?

In the kitchen, the refrigerator was quiet while Evan waited for some sign that his mom had woken up. He rested his chin on his fists with his elbows on his thighs. Candy couldn’t have known he was there, or she would have said something immediately. He hadn’t touched her or shot a load, but Evan failed the test because he’d done terrible things to his mother in Evan’s mind.