Potential - Book Five
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Chapter 24
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24 - Explores a teenage boy's complex coming-of-age journey entangled with family dynamics, including incestuous encounters. The narrative delves into erotic scenarios and explores Evan’s relationships with various females. Secrets unfold as Evan navigates his desires and confronts evolving family revelations. The text describes intimate moments, emotional turmoil, all hinting at deeper family issues.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
Candy was madly in love with Cindy, and she would never stop seeing him as her son, at least in some ways. We’ll probably never have sex again, Evan thought, and that sucks. Candy’s mini-me, Gloria, Evan’s youngest lover, had been trying to get him to fuck her for a long time. Now that it had happened twice, Evan imagined his little sister would be an insatiable sexpot. She’d want to do it anywhere and everywhere, regardless of the risk. Considering what they had done at Sonic, that was going to be a problem. Evan needed help. Maybe if he told their mother about Gloria, Candy could talk to her. Mom, me and Gloria, we—No, Evan thought, that conversation wasn’t ever going to happen.
Deana, on the other hand, understood the danger and wouldn’t take chances, and Deana had enough self-control to make up for Evan’s shortage. So did their mother, and as long as the Mom version of Candy showed up they would be safe.
Evan looked around the room until he saw a pair of sweatpants that he thought would pass as clean enough. Fuck boxers, Evan thought, that’ll make it easier to beat off someplace inappropriate. Maybe Deana’s teammate will be at the creek, naked with somebody fucking her again.
What Evan saw when he entered the kitchen stopped his body, but his brain raced back in time. Candy had been sitting on the counter just like she was now. It had turned into their second time, followed by a shower and their third time.
Evan approached quietly while his mother stared down at her legs. Her thighs were pressed out on the countertop. Boiling blood roared in Evan’s ears. A woman wearing nothing but a man’s dress shirt unbuttoned down to her nipples, wasn’t the Mom version of Candy. This is all on me, Evan thought, I have to be the one with self-control, the person who keeps us from doing something dangerous. He put his hands on top of Candy’s legs. Her head rose slowly until they were looking into each other’s eyes. Her knees parted. The flaps of the shirt followed Candy’s thighs. Evan stared at the perfect triangle of strawberry hair and labia bulging under Candy’s pubic bone.
Fuck self-control, cause-and-effect, and consequences, Evan thought. We both want this, need it. The edge of the counter pressed into the base of his erection, pushing the head into the rim of the pants. His cock bowed.
Barely above a whisper, Candy said, “Evan.”
Like it had been before they finally did it, Evan expected to be rejected, and he felt like a spoiled child at the grocery store, ready to throw himself on the floor, feet kicking while he screamed for candy. “What?” He heard the desperation in his voice.
“You can’t rip the buttons off your father’s shirt this time.”
For a second Candy’s words stunned Evan, then his hands slid up her thighs, around her hips, and down to the meat of her ass. Candy undid three buttons and the shirt fell open. Evan could hear himself breathing as his hands moved to the glorious melons. His mother’s tits were soft, yet solid, and heavy. The giant nipples pressed into his palms.
Candy tugged the string and Evan’s neatly tied bow disappeared. The sweatpants slid down. His erection twitched with anticipation. Candy’s fingertips moved up and down and around the purple knob. She was barely touching it, but it made Evan tremble.
He wanted to kiss Candy, but something told him this wasn’t going to be that kind of sex. A fire of primal lust burned in his mother’s eyes. Her heels grabbed the back of his thighs. They were going to fuck, then go back to pretending they had never been lovers. Evan got two handfuls of ass and pulled her forward. They both looked down at his cock, but it was Candy who grabbed it. Evan dipped down and his mother guided the head into the inflamed wetness that hung over the edge of the counter.
Holy fuck, Evan thought, I’m about to fuck my mother. He was as nervous and excited as every other time before. Candy’s legs tightened, pulling him in. Their eyes met and Evan shoved upward as he yanked Candy off the counter. His flesh pierced through his mother’s body, and it changed something. Candy felt it too; Evan saw it in her eyes. The love they shared, and the way his mother looked at him were different when they fucked, but there was something else about this time that made it different. It was still the most wonderful thing Evan had ever felt, but the dynamics of their relationship had changed. They weren’t just connected physically, fucking as a coping mechanism. His mother needed him now as much as Evan needed her. They had joined forces, fighting for freedom.
“Oh, Mom, Mom.”
“Mm, Evan, honey, it feels so good. You make me feel so good.” Her lips touched his and Evan pushed his tongue into her mouth. Kissing Candy made fucking her so much better. “Table, ah, honey, put me on the table.”
Thank god, Evan thought. Bouncing Candy was a lot of work, but Evan maintained a rhythm while carrying her the extra distance so he could fuck Candy right where his father’s plate would sit later. Evan wasn’t going to miss dinner afterall.
Candy’s skin squeaked against the wood each time Evan thrust into his mother. It was insanity, but he went as deep as possible, hoping he could cum so hard it would somehow get his mother pregnant even on birth control. A baby, Evan thought, that’s what we need.
“Ah, ah, yes, yes, please, please honey, give it to me, give it to me.”
The desperation in his mother’s pleading voice made Evan one with Candy. She closed her eyes as her body arched. Whatever happened inside his mother when she climaxed made Evan feel like a soft, hot fist had tightened around his cock. Candy’s legs wrapped around his waist as Evan buried himself in her. Her arms and legs crushed Evan as his seed poured deep inside Candy’s body.
They were both so engrossed in the lovemaking and orgasms that John could have walked into the house and neither of them would have noticed. That was exactly why Evan had made the rules. He knew once they started doing it, they’d never stop, and that was too dangerous.
With Candy’s arms still clinging to him, Evan lifted her and sat in his father’s chair. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and kissed it. “Mmmm, thank you, thank you for making me feel so special and loved.”
“You are special,” Evan said and gently kissed Candy. “Every time I think I can’t love you more, you make me love you more. That sounded crazy, didn’t it?”
“No, not at all,” Candy said. “I feel the same way.”
“Good.”
“We should take a shower.”
Of course we should, Evan thought, that’s what we did last time. “I’ll carry you.”
“No, not in there ... in your bathroom. I’ll go get some clothes ... in case.”
Evan knew what ‘in case’ meant, and it scared him, but not enough. “I’ll get the water hot.”
In her bedroom, Candy stood in front of the mirror. The mature, adult, sane person inside Candy scolded her for doing something so stupid and dangerous and told her what she was about to do was worse. The glowing little girl staring back, laughed at the naked woman who had been playing a role for years. That show is canceled, Candy thought, it’s time to be myself.
Candy grabbed some clothes, started the camera program, and shut off the monitor. Just in case, she thought. Was there a plausible excuse if John saw her walking naked through the kitchen? Absolutely not, but that’s what Candy did.
Evan sat on the bathroom counter, waiting and hoping his mother hadn’t come to her senses. His father wouldn’t be home for a few hours, normally. Some days he went to a client meeting after work. That, Evan suspected, was an excuse for going out drinking with his friends. Either way, as long as he didn’t come home early, Evan planned on making love to Candy again, and maybe again after that, and as many times as his body would allow.
Candy walked in, turned around, and closed the door. God, Evan thought, from the front or the rear, his mother had the most amazing body. “You’re incredible.”
“Thank you,” Candy said. “You didn’t start the water.”
I wasn’t sure you were coming, Evan thought. “I didn’t know how long you would be. I’d hate to have it run out before we finish.”
Candy placed her hands on Evan’s shoulders. Her touch was as tender as her expression. She ran her fingertips down his arms and held Evan’s hands. “Come on.” She tugged and Evan stood in front of his mother. Her chest pressed against him as her hands slipped around his waist. Evan shivered when Candy kissed his neck.