Potential - Book Five
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Chapter 25
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 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
Evan loved making his mother cum more than sticking his dick in her. As soon as he moved over Candy’s body, she wrapped her legs and arms around him. When his tongue was inside Candy’s mouth, Evan felt weird about his mother tasting her own pussy. How would he like kissing Candy after cumming in her mouth? Candy sucked his tongue and licked Evan’s lips, and he knew his mother liked it. He had kissed her after blowing a load on Candy’s face, and it was great.
After a few minutes in each other’s arms, Candy shoved Evan off and said, “Okay, this time I’m getting up and going straight to my room. I’m not looking back and you can’t watch me. Got it?”
Evan started laughing because Candy sounded as silly with love as he felt. “Yes, ma’am, but momma, it’s so hard not to stare at that honky tonk badonkadonk.”
Candy jumped up and shook her fist at him. “Stay.”
“Okay, but that doesn’t mean you ain’t got it going on like Donkey Kong. There oughta be a law, get the sheriff on the phone. Oh lord have mercy, I hate to see ya go, but love watching you walk away.”
His mother tried, but she couldn’t get the smile off her face as she walked backward out of the room. The joyous, cute, sexy teenager version of Candy was back, and that filled Evan with wonderful joy. Later, when the babysitter was back in the cage his father locked her up in years ago, Evan knew he’d be more upset than yesterday. It had happened every day this week, Evan’s sadness had increased his anger and his awareness. How could he have never seen all of the things that were wrong in their house when his father was there?
Evan laid with his face in a pillow, inhaling the cute girl version of Candy. What would Gloria think about him fucking her mother in her bed?
Darlene used a hand to shade her eyes so she could watch Gloria reposition herself on the lounge chair next to hers. When the little blonde got on her hands and knees, ready to lay face down, Darlene said, “Wait, stay like that.”
“What for?” Gloria asked.
“That position ... on your hands and knees—Sorry,” Darlene said. “You do that in front of Evan and you’re gonna get fucked ... hard from behind. You can lay down now.”
Gloria’s grin only lasted a second before she sighed and finished laying down with her head turned toward Darlene. “Would you like to watch him do it?”
Darlene nodded as she started to flip herself over. “I’m too white for this sunbathing. My tits are sizzling like bacon.”
“Hey,” Gloria picked her head up, “my turn. Doggy style.”
“Ruff, ruff.” Darlene wagged her butt and pushed it back, mimicking getting fucked before laying down. “You know how much I like doggy ... style.”
After a minute of silence, Darlene said, “Hello, what are you thinking about?”
“My brother ... fucking you.”
“I’d never do that to you, and if he—”
“I want him to,” Gloria said.
Darlene sat up and turned sideways on the chair with her feet on the concrete and put her elbows on her knees, leaning forward. “Look at me.”
“I’d watch him do it.”
Darlene made a fist. “Don’t make me beat it out of you.”
“What?”
“Whatever it is that’s been on your mind all day.”
“It’s not fair,” Gloria said. “I’m here in naked paradise, with you, safe, and my brother has to be there by himself. He doesn’t know where we are or what’s going on.”
“It isn’t fair,” Darlene said. “But what can you do about it? He can’t know.”
“I know, I know, but I just wish I knew how he’s doing.”
“You will. I’ll see him at Style’s house, and I’ll find out for you.”
“You’re gonna leave...” Gloria trailed off, but the word me was written on her face.
Darlene caressed Gloria’s cheek and lifted her chin so their eyes met. “Never.”
“Thank you.” Gloria got on her knees between Darlene’s thighs and let her sister hold her. “I feel like a baby.”
Darlene lifted Gloria to her feet. “Come on.”
A couple of minutes later the two naked girls were curled up under the covers in bed. Darlene was holding Gloria, stroking her hair, and whispering, “It’s okay, baby, I got you.”
As Evan approached Cindy’s, his anxiety surpassed his anticipation, but not for the reason Evan thought. It wasn’t because Cindy most likely knew he had fucked her lover all afternoon yesterday. Or, that Cindy needed an answer, yes or no, would Evan race Dale’s car on Saturday? Those were the things Evan had been thinking about during the drive. Back and forth, yes, no, while telling himself absolutely, he had to do it. Fuck Dad, I won’t let him ruin this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me.
During those bouts of mental masturbation, Evan kept picturing Candy naked, walking out of Gloria’s room. After two hours of lovemaking, Evan didn’t want his mother to leave, and once she had gone, a renewed wave of sadness washed over him. Candy was his father’s wife and Cindy’s lover, and the girl Candy reminded Evan of was his stepsister. He was in love with both of them and couldn’t have either of them the way he wanted.
For an hour Evan had stayed on Gloria’s bed, feeling more alone than before coming downstairs to be with Candy. Yes, he missed Deana, but it was more than that. There was something inside Evan, teetering on the edge between a feeling and a thought. It had been there, but was impossible to detect until Deana was out of Evan’s sight for a couple of days. Now, it seemed as if a nudge would make it tumble into his brain where Evan could understand what was happening.
Aunt Julia and Uncle JC’s cars weren’t in the driveway, as expected on a Thursday afternoon, but Cindy’s Z28 was parked in front of the race shop at the end of the long driveway. The roll-up doors were closed, so Evan slowed as he passed the house, looking toward the back porch. His cousin waved as she rose from the porch steps.