Chapter 24: A Trifecta

Earlier that evening, Candy was focused and determined to stop acting like a schoolgirl and resume her role as Evan’s mother. She planned on dismantling her spy equipment, then going to bed and starting the next day on a new foot. The good wife role might be over, but she was still the adult and a mother of three.

Candy’s one last look, what could it hurt, had been her undoing. The image appeared, and a torrent of serotonin and endorphins coursed through her. Deana’s firm breasts, her pink nipples, and those youthful swells of labia clinging to Evan’s manly cock, derailed the good intentions express train Candy had expected to ride into the next morning. She watched the expression on Deana’s face, then steadied the pointer ten seconds back and clicked it over and over, reliving the moment Evan erupted. The fear and exhilaration that soars when a boy shoots his sperm into your womb for the first time stays with you forever, and it changes you. Deana would be different tomorrow morning when Candy saw her. She’d be full, bubbling with joy, and apprehensive about the new relationship with her brother. Candy would have to fight the desire to hold Deana and soak in her aura.

After hours of restless, partial sleep, Candy put one hand on her belly and the other next to her in the space where Evan lay after they made love. She felt like the only person aboard a ship lost at sea. A rogue wave crashed on the deck and washed her good intentions, determination, and focus overboard. She flung the sheet aside and sat up.

When Candy reached the bottom step, ready to climb the stairs and join Evan in his bed, she heard hushed voices. The distance and the door at the top of the staircase prevented her from understanding their words, but not who was speaking. Deana and Evan were having a late-night rendezvous. Candy turned, but a groan from the mattress terminated her retreat. She couldn’t be with Evan, but there were other ways to appease the needy girl she had become. As a precocious little voyeur, Candy had mastered the art of gratification through vicarious living. The telltale sounds always aroused sneaky-peaky.

The first time it had happened, Candy didn’t know what was going on, but the night of the thunderstorm, she had learned that good things came to those who stayed quiet while waiting in fear. The squeaking floor and shadowed figure made Candy uneasy. She peeked through the layers of tangled hair that draped her face. The light outside the window silhouetted her big brother, Bobby, standing next to the bed. Maybe a typical girl would have been concerned and asked why he was staring at their sister, but Candy didn’t make a sound.

Her pulse quickened. She sensed something unusual was going on. Sally wasn’t sleeping. She had expected Bobby. Sally glanced at her, and Candy recognized the mischievous expression on her big sister’s face. Bobby turned, and butterflies fluttered in Candy’s belly. She’d seen it before in the bathroom or in her brother’s room, but not like that. Bobby’s thing was long and fat, standing straight up like it was pissed off about something. Candy wondered if Bobby was mad at Sally. Her stomach buzzed with nervous energy. Could it have been that big the night he was on the floor behind their mother, doing her doggy style?

Sally grabbed Bobby’s dick and pulled it toward her face. The top of it looked like a helmet, and he squeezed it into Sally’s mouth. The buzz in Candy’s belly flowed down to her groin. She had heard about that in school; girls whispered about such things, and mean boys said, “Suck my cock,” but none of them thought it was something that happened in real life. Candy was watching her sister give a blowjob, and that made her tiny hole wet. Candy wanted to learn everything she could about sucking dicks.

Candy’s lessons always started with hushed voices and progressed to sucking sounds, slurps, and gasps. They ended with groans, grunts, and gulping swallows. Candy wasn’t sure Bobby’s thing would fit in her mouth, but she’d be ready to try if he asked.

One night, the whispers didn’t lead to the sounds of Sally’s wet, sucking lips. Instead, Candy was jostled. She peeked. Sally was on her back, looking up at Bobby. She was naked. Bobby was also undressed, and his huge prick bobbed while he climbed on the bed. The mattress compressed, tugging Candy toward them. Her brother moved over Sally’s body and laid on top of her. Their hushed voices were replaced by short, choppy breathing while they kissed.

The moonlight illuminated Bobby’s muscled back and ass. He pushed up, and light filled the void between their bodies. Sally’s breasts spilled over to her sides. Her stomach rose and fell. Bobby’s threatening cock was pressed into the mound of red hair, slicing through it. Her sister’s knees bent. A leg rested on Candy’s hip. Her brother’s body coiled, drawing the heavy flesh club down Sally’s groin. It fell out of Candy’s view, between her sister’s spread legs. Sally reached for it, and Candy was relieved that her sister was going to protect herself from that thing. Bobby pushed up on straight arms, and Candy saw it again. Sally was tugging on it, not pushing it away.

Sally looked at her, and for the first time, Candy was sure her sister knew she was awake. There was fear in Sally’s eyes when she whispered, “It’s okay, baby girl, it’s okay.”

Bobby aimed his dick, and Candy’s heart pounded in her chest. Sally doesn’t know what happened to their mother during the thunderstorm, Candy thought. I should stop them. Sally’s hole couldn’t have been much bigger than hers. That thing was going to break her in two. Bobby’s back arched, and the white globes of his ass rippled. Candy was scared for her sister and ashamed of herself for not saying anything. Her young pussy flooded with excitement. She wanted to see it happen.

Bobby hunched, and a wounded whimper came from Sally’s contorted face. Candy grabbed her crotch and squeezed her legs together on her hand. Sally sucked in a long breath and clawed at Bobby’s back. “Ah, finally, big brother, you’re in me.”

It wasn’t like the night Candy had to wait for a burst of lightning to catch split-second images. She was inches away from people having sex. Her body bounced in rhythm with the machine-like motion of her brother’s humping. She was watching his muscles flex with the strength that allowed him to pick her up effortlessly. He was pounding the smell of sex out of Sally’s splayed crotch. Her sister’s pained grunts and her brother’s lustful gasps twisted up Candy’s mind and guts. They were fucking right there in front of her, molding Candy’s psyche.

Why would you care if they know? Candy asked herself and grabbed her pussy. She moaned, knowing Bobby would eventually fuck her, too. She couldn’t wait to be just like her big sister.

The trip down memory lane ended. Actually, it had been more like a trip down the road to Mississippi, the one they called Bloody 98. Candy had climbed the stairs to Evan’s room while his mattress grunted under Deana’s impaled body. She turned the doorknob. Her flooded pussy leaked down her inner thighs. Nothing would be more satisfying than to burst in on them at the moment Evan started unloading his balls inside his sister’s body, but Candy restrained herself. It wasn’t the right time for that. She held the unlatched door closed.

Once the bed started thumping against the wall, Candy inched the door forward and looked through the gap with one eye. It reminded her of hiding in the closet, peeking between the slats while Sally got plowed by various boys. Deana was spread wide, pulling at her brother, demanding more. Evan held nothing back. Candy wanted to wait until Evan stiffened and pumped his orgasm into Deana, but she knew the dead silence that followed great sex, so she fled when the hammering headboard reached full volume.

At the bottom of the stairs, Candy closed her eyes. There was one final slam from the wood against the wall and a loud grunt, then nothing except their panting breaths. Candy pictured her little man’s face at the moment he finished fucking her in the kitchen. His pleasure, his lust, his love, and his life had flowed into her being.

Candy eased the hallway door closed and went to bed, lonely and sad, but she had an idea, too. It might be the only way to end this insanity, she thought.

“Have you ever felt more fresh or wonderful As when you wake By the side of that boy or girl Who has pledged their love to you?” by Cowboy Junkies

When Evan awoke, he was disappointed that Deana wasn’t there. He pressed his face into the pillow where her head had been. The scent of his sister’s hair proved the previous day hadn’t been a dream. It would have been wonderful to wake up with Deana staring into his eyes, pledging her love to him. She would have welcomed his morning erection. They could have made love again. Was there anything better than morning sex? In Evan’s imagination, the answer was no, but other than Gloria, he’d never woken up with a girl. At least Deana has enough sense to avoid getting caught in bed, he thought.

In Evan’s book of rules, sister fucking might have been worse than stepmother fucking, but the previous night with Deana made him uncomfortable about being with Candy. He didn’t love her the way he loved Deana. Sex with Candy was a tranquilizer for his conscience, but something was amiss. Maybe he was mourning the loss of his mother. He needed to talk to Deana about it.

It was late enough that Deana would have been up for a while, so Evan sent her a text: Come upstairs. Need to talk.

To Evan’s surprise, his phone beeped before a minute had passed. He smiled, expecting the stairs to start squeaking. The reply was: Can’t. On the way to the mall with Reb and Gloria.

Great, Deana and Rebecca are influencing Gloria, Evan thought. It can’t get any worse than that. His phone beeped again: We’re getting new bikinis. Reb said no excuses; you have to choose. Evan thought about that day in the school parking lot. Did he say something about bikinis? That was two lifetimes ago, before fucking his mother and his sister.

Evan reached for the MP3 player on his nightstand. Thanks to Cindy, he knew what he wanted to hear. After piling Deana’s pillow on top of his, Evan laid against them and selected Pale Sun, Crescent Moon by the Cowboy Junkies. His cousin never said that was her favorite group, but she listened to them a lot. So did Evan, even though he’d never admit to liking them. Crescent Moon was an album filled with beautiful, happy, sad, and meaningful lyrics. He cursed Cindy, knowing he would be more twisted up with conflicting emotions before long.

“Oh, love, it’s so hard to explain. It’ll make you forget your name. It’ll turn you upside down. It’ll make you wish that you’d never been found.”

Songs paint a picture of real life, Evan thought. If anybody was upside down, it was him. Was there any point in trying to turn his life right side up, if that was even possible? Of course, Evan had to figure it out. That was the right thing to do, wasn’t it?

On the way to the mall, Rebecca was riding shotgun; Deana and Gloria were in the back. Rebecca made a fuss, but Deana refused to make Gloria sit up front with Mrs. Stevens. It would have been weird, plus she didn’t trust her girlfriend. Rebecca would try something right behind her mother just for the fun of it. Deana didn’t trust herself, either, and it was not the way she had been acting lately. She let Evan fuck her after a firm decision had been made. Ten minutes later, she let him do her again. Then, she went to his room, asked him to fuck her again, and fell asleep in his bed. How was that being careful?

Deana looked out the side window. In her mind, she was rehearsing her explanation. At the perfect moment, she’d tell Rebecca what happened. Even though Rebecca claimed she wanted it to happen, it still felt like cheating. Why had Deana changed her mind?

Mrs. Stevens pulled up to the curb in front of the mall. Rebecca opened her door and said, “Thanks, Mom.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Stevens,” Deana and Gloria echoed from the back.

“Remember, I’m going to be at Deana’s tonight, Mom.”

“Okay, but give me a call later,” Mrs. Stevens said. “Have fun, girls.” She pulled away.

The three girls entered the mall, and Rebecca whispered, “You have to tell me.”

So much for the perfect moment, Deana thought. “Shh.” She gestured at Gloria in front of them. “Later,” Deana said, hoping Gloria would run into one of her friends and go off with them for a while.

“The mall is dead on Mondays,” Gloria said.

Rebecca agreed, and Deana thought, fat chance we’ll get any alone time.

They stopped at the map in the middle of the main corridor. “Let’s see, we could go here first,” Rebecca said, pointing at number twelve, Victoria’s Secret.

“Yeah, let’s,” Gloria said. “I bet they have—”

“No,” Deana said. It was stupid being embarrassed in front of Gloria, but her cheeks flushed. “Your mother would kill me if I brought you home with lingerie.”

The odd expression on Rebecca’s face made Deana replay her words. Is that how she saw Candy now, as Gloria’s mother?

“Look,” Rebecca said, pointing behind Deana. “It’s your friend from gym class.”

She turned around. “You mean Evan’s wet dream from Social Studies.”

“Evan’s—” Gloria saw who they were talking about. “That’s Darlene.”

“You know her?” Deana asked.

“Everybody knows her,” Gloria said. “You had gym with her?”

“Twice,” Rebecca said with a smirk.

“How do you know her?” Deana asked.

“Seen her at the ballpark.”

“The ballpark—Whose game was she there for?” Deana asked.

“Not sure. She could have been watching my games, but she never sat in the bleachers. She always stayed off at a distance, walking around. Seen her with Becky, too. They’re friends.”

“She’s waving,” Rebecca said. “Here she comes.”

Deana nodded and watched. Darlene had a unique stride. If Deana hadn’t known the redhead always walked that way, even naked in the shower room, she would have thought Darlene was trying to get everybody in the mall to notice her. The girl’s dense curls bounced on her shoulders, and her chest danced in rhythm with the swish of her hips. Darlene’s pants looked like a two-hundred-dollar pair of pre-worn jeans, but they were Levis that had been relentlessly abused by her thick thighs. From the girl’s knees to her groin, threadbare white slices expanded and contracted, revealing pale flesh. Deana knew the back was going to look like Candy’s Lee jeans, and she was already looking forward to seeing Darlene walk away. Why had she become so fascinated with her mother?

Gloria mumbled, “Double Trouble,” and Deana realized her sister was reading the words on Darlene’s shirt.

“Hey, Deedee,” Darlene said as she reached them. “Rebecca, Gloria, hi.”

Deana glanced at Gloria, surprised Darlene knew her name. “Hi. How are you?”

“Great,” Darlene said. “You?”

“Good,” Deana said.

“Evan here?”

“No,” Deana said. “Rebecca’s mom dropped us off.”

“Cool,” Darlene said. “What are y’all up to?”

“New bikinis,” Gloria said.

“Yeah, bathing suits,” Deana said.

“Unbelievable, me too,” Darlene said. “That’s crazy.”

“It is,” Rebecca said.

“Where you lookin’,” Darlene asked.

“I want one of those micro thong things,” Rebecca said. “A one-piece, you know, it wraps around here then goes around here, and...”

The girls watched Rebecca’s finger move around her neck, tits, and crotch, then Darlene said, “It’d take me a week to find one of those in here.” She pointed at her rump.

Gloria huffed. “If I go home with a micro, mini, thong, anything, I’ll be coming back tomorrow with Mom to return it. Let’s go to rue21 or the Gap.”

“No, they don’t have any string things,” Rebecca said. “I looked online.”

“The two of you can go to the sexy little butt shop,” Darlene said, “and I’ll go with Gloria where they have BB and B stuff.”

Rebecca cocked her head. “What?”

“Big butts and boobs,” Darlene said.

Deana expected Gloria to reject the suggestion, but she said, “That would be good. I don’t mind. I’ll go with Darlene.”

“That’s great,” Rebecca said.

“I guess,” Deana said.

“Give me your number,” Darlene said. “I’ll text you so we can hook up after.”

The last song on the Pale Sun Crescent Moon album was nearing the end. Evan sat on the edge of his bed.

“It’s a fucked up ol’ world, but this ol’ girl, Well, she ain’t giving in”

It was fucked up, Evan thought, but he wasn’t giving in either. His father was in China, so fuck doing the right thing. He had an ample supply of supplements and lived with two women he could potentially have sex with. They had both told him their last time was the last time, but hadn’t he heard that before? Besides, later, the tumbler wanted him to stare at her ass in a bikini. Evan shivered at the thought of Deana, and Rebecca, bent over, demanding he judge their butts. Mm, that could turn into Jason’s three favorite words. There wasn’t anything for Evan to be disappointed or discouraged about.

He got up, grabbed a pair of boxers off the floor, and pulled them on. After a shower, he’d talk to Candy or his mother, depending on who he found. That was a disturbing thought. When he encountered the sexy strawberry-blonde, would he have to decide if it was Candy, his lover, or Candy, his mother? Maybe she would tell him what to do, thus proving he still had a mother. That was cause for concern. He and Deana were equals, so their interaction hadn’t been altered significantly, but Candy had been telling him what to do most of his life, and he had to obey or face the consequences. Things would be weird between them now.

Steam wavered up from the cup of coffee Candy was staring into. She watched it twist, turn, and intertwine as it rose toward her face. Inhaling hastened the ascent of the lazy white streamers. She felt the moisture on her nose and the warmth spreading up through her nostrils. The smell made her tongue wet with anticipation. She could see the reflection of her face floating on the black surface. Her touch made the image roll with the waves. It appeared her face was swimming in a tranquil brook.

Candy pursed her lips and released a puff of air. The peaceful, swaying columns of steam crashed into the sides of the mug, circled, and frantically fought to escape the scalding liquid. The ripples distorted her face. The only thing missing was ominous dark clouds overhead. Her thoughts weren’t in a tranquil brook; they were riding a cyclone as Candy tried to figure out how to get what she wanted and needed, but not what she’d have coming to her if John found out.

The sound of the shower turning on made Candy smile. She sipped her coffee and went to brush her teeth. After that, she would resolve the conflict she had created once and for all.

As they walked in the opposite direction of Darlene and Gloria, Deana asked Rebecca, “Isn’t that weird? You think I should have sent Gloria with her?”

“Yeah, it’s awesome,” Rebecca said. “Tell me what happened. I can’t believe you haven’t told me already. Why didn’t you call me? I thought you weren’t going to do it. What changed your mind? Was it—”

“Stop!” Deana held up her hand. “If you stop asking questions for a second and answer me, then I’ll tell you.”

“Sorry, I’m excited ... it finally happened for you. This is huge.”

“How did you know?”

Rebecca grinned. “Your face is broadcasting, ‘I got fucked.’ Anybody can see that.”

“Shit, I hope not everybody. Gloria can’t know,” she said. “I was going to tell you as soon as we were alone. I didn’t think it would still be written on my face. Good thing I didn’t see my mother this morning.”

“How was it? Was it good ... Did you get off?”

“Shh! You’re doing it again,” Deana said. “Shouldn’t we have stayed with them? Darlene—”

“Darlene is fine. What dah ya think? She knew we were coming here, and she has something planned for your sister?”

“No, of course not, but it is weird that she’s here alone on a Monday ... to buy a bathing suit. She was friendly, too, in a strange way, you know, for Darlene.”

“Dee, we’re here on a Monday, buying bathing suits, and other than her calling you, Deedee, there isn’t anything weird about it,” Rebecca said.

“Why did she call you that?”

“Not sure,” Deana said. “Probably heard one of the girls from ball say it. She’s been at volleyball games.”

“Okay,” Rebecca said. “Now, where, when, how? Start talking!”

“You lied,” Deana said. “It hurt ... really hurt. I thought he ripped it.”

“Did you use the lube?” Rebecca asked.

“Yeah, my blood.”

“See, if I had been there, I would have lubed him up for you, but don’t worry, later I’ll kiss it and make it all better.”

“It’s okay. It killed at first, and then it was only uncomfortable until he came.”

Rebecca’s eyes bulged. “Came! You let him cum in you? Dammit, I thought only guys had dicks for brains.”

“Hey, watch it, I’m not stupid. Well, maybe a little, but I’m on the pill, and I had Plan B.”

“What the fuck.” Rebecca spun on one foot while blowing air like a leaking balloon. “How do I not know that? I thought we didn’t keep secrets anymore?”

“I know, I know, I was gonna tell you.”

“Did you forget? Oops, I forgot to tell you the most incredible thing that has happened in recent history.”

“Stop, it wasn’t like that.”

“Tell me, how did you get it? You have to see a doctor.”

“My mom, Candy, that’s why I didn’t tell you.”

“That’s crazy,” Rebecca said. “You asked your mom for the pill. You’re not even allowed to date. What did she say, ‘Sure, you wanna fuck, that’s fine?’”

“Shut up! She came to me. One of those mother things, I guess. I told her I wasn’t planning on it, but she told me to hold on to them. She’s not the same person she was three weeks ago. It’s like she knows things she shouldn’t.”

“Could she?” Rebecca asked.

“No, I don’t think that’s possible. We’ve been careful.”

“My mind is blowing up. Your whole life is upside down and spinning around. Your mother offered you birth control out of nowhere, and your brother f—”

“Shh! Don’t ever put those two words together in a sentence, especially not at the mall.”

“It’s unbelievable,” Rebecca said. “It’s hot, fuckin’ hot, and I’m wet. Let’s go to Dillard, where the beds are. Nobody will—”

“No, no, and no,” Deana said. “Let’s go find bikinis and get Gloria.”

“Okay, but we’re not done. I need details. Was it good, better than—”

“Stop! That’s why I decided not to do it, you’re jealous, and everything is fucked up.”

“No, it isn’t, and I’m not jealous,” Rebecca said. “I am happy for you. You finally know—You lost your cherry, and you look like you enjoyed it. Was it that good?”

“It’s hard to judge the first time. It was scary, and it hurt.”

“The first time? You did it more than once?”

“Yeah, can you believe that? I wasn’t gonna do it at all, then I wasn’t ever going to do it again, and then minutes later, in the shower, I did it again.”

“In the shower, you took a shower together? I thought you were being careful. Who was home?”

“Candy and Gloria, but we locked the door. They didn’t know we were in there together.”

Rebecca grabbed Deana’s arm. “In here.”

“Victoria’s Secret doesn’t have bathing suits.”

“I know, keep talking.”

“I’m not sure why I changed my mind. It’s like I lost my mind. He was massaging me, and...”

When Evan finished drying off, he grinned at his often-forgotten robe and put it on. Knowing it could be whipped open at any moment to expose his nudity added a creepy flasher vibe to his already strange mood.

Deana wasn’t home, but Evan went into her room and closed the door. It looked the same as always, but it felt different. Was that because they were lovers now or because he was secretly snooping around in her private space?

Evan opened his sister’s underwear drawer and stared at the collage of panties, then he ran his fingers over them, feeling the different textures. He wished he could watch Deana put a pair on. There was something special about watching a girl put her panties back on after sex.

It wouldn’t be the same without the smell of Deana’s pussy, so Evan rejected the idea that popped into his mind and walked toward the bed. His heavy cock bounced from thigh to thigh. He sat and looked at the pillow Deana’s head would be on if she was there sleeping. His thoughts and emotions were confusing. He loved Deana the same way he always had like she was a part of him, and he would protect her and do anything to make her happy.

Evan picked up his sister’s pillow and pressed it to his face. Deana’s scent made his chest tightened with another type of love. It was the kind that made him want to hold and squeeze her and satisfy Deana’s every need. He wanted to make love to her and profess his love over and over.

The flaps of Evan’s robe parted for his rising cock. Without a thought, he stuffed Deana’s pillow into his groin. The offensive act sent a surge of lust through him. Evan asked himself, where did that come from? It wasn’t from the place his love came from. He wondered if everyone was born bad, but parents and teachers trained them to do the right thing, and that made them think they were good kids, trying not to turn bad. If that were true, then why did some stay bad and not others?

Maybe if Evan were older or had children, he might have felt different, but other than the potential of getting caught, he couldn’t come up with a single reason not to keep having sex with Deana. His only regret was that they waited so long to start. What had caused him to embrace the dark side of his personality?

Evan wondered if Pandora was someone’s sister, and opening her box was a metaphor for fucking her.

The sound of a chair sliding back from the table alerted Evan that his mother was in the kitchen. He paused in the living room until he heard her mug clunk against the bottom of the sink and the water turn on, then he moved quickly in stealth mode.

The woman’s hands were under a stream of steaming water, squeezing a sponge. Evan wondered if she would be his mother or Candy. Her attire gave him hope. Her feet were bare, and her thick legs were exposed all the way up to where the tight shirt cradled her rump. Maybe it was a short dress. Evan wasn’t sure, but it was sleeveless, and he didn’t see the outline of a bra strap.

He grabbed his mother’s shoulders. She didn’t do one of Deana’s pitiful fear dances; she didn’t even flinch. His mother had been expecting him. He squeezed the tops of her shoulders and waited for her to say something, but she remained silent and rinsed her hands. He worked inward toward her neck, ready to kiss it. His mother’s arms rose, and she reached back over her shoulders. Evan didn’t know what to expect until she was caressing his cheeks.

Evan kissed her palms and massaged the muscles under her arms. The night he helped his mother peel potatoes, his forearms had pressed into the overflow of her globes through clothing, and it terrified him. Now, Evan’s fingertips slid into the armholes and found his mother’s bulging breast meat. Oh, how things had changed. His only fear was that his mother would make him stop. She touched his lips, and he sucked her finger.

The sides of his mother’s breasts filled his palms. The material shifted and stretched, and Evan handled her tits with confidence, pinching and twisting the giant nipples. She dropped her arms. He felt her biceps tighten on his wrists, but he kept going. The giant orbs moved, swished, squished, and resisted in ways that thrilled him.

The woman’s purring groans sounded her approval, but Evan felt a sense of urgency. His mother had promised they weren’t going to do it anymore. He used his lips and teeth on her neck while freeing one of his hands from the shirt. Her throat was salty-sweet. He could feel her pulsing jugular vein under his tongue. His mother sighed and shivered.

His cock was rigid. He shoved it against Candy’s back. He had never thought of his dick as a muscle, but the more he fucked, the stronger it got. He felt like he could ram it into his mother’s pussy and lift her off the floor with it.

When Evan grabbed her crotch, the silky material soaked through under the press of his fingers. He pulled her back and shoved his groin forward. His mother clutched the edge of the sink, braced herself, and pushed back. His cock seemed hard enough to shove through the panties, but Evan groped her pussy, trying to get them out of the way. He had to be inside her before she realized they weren’t supposed to fuck again. He frantically stabbed his cock head between her thighs. It plunged into the slippery groove. He trapped it under his fingers, crushing it into the fat folds of hot pussy. Once it was at the door, he dipped down and—

“Ah, Evan.” She struggled against the press of his body.

The inevitable was happening. Evan relaxed his hold. She turned around and looked into his eyes. “Mmah—” He hadn’t said the word mom in days, and it stuck in his throat.