“Mom,” he whispered and held her big toe between his thumb and index finger.
Candy jerked, and her head snapped up. Her wide eyes and stressed face quickly softened when she saw him. “Evan.”
“Mom,” he said. The grin he fought to suppress matched the one he had as a boy while giving her the first Mother’s Day present he bought with his allowance money.
“Honey, we can’t.”
“I know,” he said, “I got you something.”
“You what?” Candy asked and righted herself on the pillows so she could watch him.
The tip of Evan’s finger gently circled the underside of her toe. The tension faded, and Candy’s countenance turned. He kissed the tip of her toe and separated it from the others. “Mom, I want you to have something special from me.” He slipped the three bands over her toe, tenderly moving it down while his chin wrinkled, and his eyes blinked hard, fighting back the emotions. “It will remind you of us.” He pressed his lips to the bottom of her foot, and tears fell on her toes. “I love you.” He bowed his head to hide his embarrassment.
It was a beautiful symbol of their love, yet it felt like an ending, a sad, brokenhearted ending. Evan sobbed.
“Baby, look at me.”
He lifted his head and dragged his forearm across his face. Candy was sitting up. A trail of tears ran down her cheeks, fell to her chest, and inched toward her nipples. “Baby, come here.” She patted the spot on the bed next to her.
Evan crawled up alongside his mother without looking at her. She kissed his forehead, laid back on the pillows, and said, “Let me hold you.”
He collapsed beside her and rested his head on her chest while Candy strummed her fingers across his cheek. His tears spilled into her cleavage. “Don’t worry, honey,” she said, “It’s all going to work out. I promise.”
Their roles had reverted back, and Evan let Candy mother him the way she used to. So much for his newfound manhood and protecting Candy from his father.
Evan rolled on his back, and Candy turned on her side, looking down at him. “Want a pillow?” He shook his head. Candy said, “Thank you for letting me hold you that way. I like being your mother, too. Sometimes I need that.”
“Mmhmm.” It felt like an utter defeat.
“I still need you,” Candy said and put her hand on his chest. “Just because we can’t be together, doesn’t mean I don’t still want you and need you that way, like a man . . . my man. I do, I see you that way, even though I’m your mother.”
He put his hand on hers. “You do?”
“Of course. I’m here for you as a mother, and other times . . . you’re a man, and I need that, too. I love you both ways, but sex is, well, it’s just something we shouldn’t do.” She kissed him. He nibbled her lip and slipped his tongue into her mouth, anticipating his mother’s resistance.
Candy pulled away, sighed, roll on top of him, and pushed herself up, sitting back on her folded legs. He looked down at the woman’s pussy, resting on his stomach. It was warm and moist. She squeezed his pecks and reached for his neck, leaning forward. Her tits swung and bumped together. He slid his hands up the slopes of her thighs until his thumbs were pressed into the joining of groin and legs. Candy pushed her tit toward his face, offering him the swollen nipple. He kissed it, circled it with his tongue, and sucked it deep into his mouth. “Mmmm.” She purred and said, “This has to be our last time.”
He nodded with the nipple between his teeth, tugging playfully.
“Good, good, that’s good, our last time,” she said.
For the first time since their affair started, he was thinking about ways to fuck Candy after his father came back, and even if he was in the house. That would add another dimension to their lustful secrets. Candy’s ass rose, and he used his hold on it to slide down between her legs. She drove her fingertips through his hair. “Last time,” she mumbled, “our last time.”
He pressed his fingertips into the smooth, spongy folds, separating them. The pink, juicy inner flesh appeared. He pursed his lips and blew a pointed stream of air. His mother moaned and pulled his hair. His mouth watered with anticipation. He wanted to plunge his tongue in and make his mother cum.
There would never be a last time if Evan had his way, but just in case, he restrained himself. Every other time they made love, there had been that nervous, fearful rush because he either couldn’t believe it was happening or was afraid she might suddenly realize they shouldn’t be fucking. This time, he would do everything Miss Tonya taught him about pleasuring a woman, so Candy never forgot this day, and she’d know how much he loved her.
Evan moved out from under Candy, grabbed her hips, and flipped her on her back. She gasped and asked, “What are you doing?”
He faked confidence, smiled, and shoved Candy’s body up the bed. “If this is the last time, I want it to be special,” he said and sat with her feet in his lap. “I want you to always remember how much I love you.” He started massaging the arches of her feet. This is going to take some time, he thought.
“Honey, I’ll never forget that.” Candy’s eyes glisten while she watched him turn the ring on her toe, and purposefully kissed each one. “I love you and Deana more than there are words to tell you.” He sucked in one of his mother’s toes. She fell against the pillows. “Ah, and I’m never gonna forget this, am I?”
“Never,” he said, and went to work.
It wasn’t as loud as it had been the night in the racetrack bathroom, but only because Deana was listening from the other side of a locked door. She huffed and plodded back to the kitchen. Damn him, she thought, I tell him to stay away, and he’s in there fucking her for over an hour. She spun on her socked foot and marched back to their parent’s door. Candy was still grunting and groaning. Deana winced. What would I have done if it wasn’t locked, stop them? No, not that. What then, she asked herself?
Fuck, how could he do that? Deana rushed back to the kitchen and turned in circles. Who am I to judge? I have a girlfriend, and I’m fucking Evan, too. And two hours ago, I was ready to jump in bed with Candy. She grabbed her phone off the table.
“Hey, girlfriend,” Rebecca said. “What’s going on?”
“I was just outside my mother’s room listening to them fuck.”
“Whaaah, whaah, what? Who’s fucking, Cindy and Candy?”
“Evan, Evan is in there.”
“Lah, loo, look, look in and tell me what’s happening.”
“Stop stuttering, and no, no, I’m not gonna look.”
“Why not?” Rebecca asked.
“It’s locked, the door is locked.”
“Oh, so that’s why you’re all pissy.”
“Pissy?”
“Yeah, you sound pissed,” Rebecca said. “You mad because you can’t watch your brother’s big dick hammering in and out, ah, in, out, mm, in and out of your mother’s beautiful pussy?”
“Shut up!”
“So you’re jealous because it’s not you,” Rebecca said. “Is it Candy or Evan you want to be with?”
“No, but I told him he shouldn’t—”
“Shouldn’t ram your mother’s delicious pussy with his giant prick? You think she’s on her hands and knees taking him from behind? You wish you were under her, licking the sweetness of her lust while your brother slides in and out?”