“Stop, stop, stop it, please, stop it.”
“Are you crying?” Rebecca asked.
“No, ah, yeah, I guess.”
“Baby, I’m sorry, I was only playing, fooling around,” Rebecca said. “I didn’t realize—What happened, what’s wrong?”
“Cindy, Cindy, she’s in love with Candy and Evan’s in there.”
“Dee, you’re in love with me, aren’t you?”
“I know, I know, I am, I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do,” Rebecca said. “So tell me about it.”
As much as Deana wanted to tell someone, how could she repeat something she only heard in her head? “Reb, I guess I feel sorry for Cindy. She came to see me. She’s torn up because my mother told her it was too dangerous, and she won’t see her anymore.”
“Dangerous?”
“You know, if my father found out he would freak, cut Cindy off. He pays money for racing, and for college when she goes.”
“No doubt it would be bad to get caught,” Rebecca said, “but why would your father pay for her school?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “Things seem so crazy, confusing.”
“Dee, I’m worried about you.”
“Don’t be,” she said. “I’ll be fine once I’m with you. That’s all it is, I’m emotional. I miss you.”
“I miss you, too,” Rebecca said. “Can you come over now, spend the night?”
“Mm, let me see,” Deana said. “When my mother’s done . . . ah, fucking my brother, I’ll talk to her.”
“Oh, my, God, do you have any fuckin’ idea how that sounded?” Rebecca asked. “I swear I’m about to get off. Say it again.”
“No, I gotta go.”
“And what, keep listening to them?” Rebecca asked. “Tell me what’s happening.”
If her girlfriend had been there listening to Candy’s shouts, Rebecca would have broken through the door. “No. I have to be quiet.”
“So you are gonna listen more. You better tell me every detail while I’m fucking—”
“Bye, love you, bye.” Deana ended the call, silenced her phone and went back to sit on the floor with her ear to the door. She wanted to hear everything, even the tiny whimpers, cries of pleasure and especially the whispered declarations.
Deana bit her lower lip and held her breath to listen better.
Candy was on her stomach, and he was staring at the broad, fleshy cushions. The woman’s ass was magnificent. Evan squeezed and kissed the swells. She flexed, and a ridge formed down the center of each cheek, making her ass cleavage more glorious. He wanted to do what he had imagined in the kitchen so many times, and fuck the groove the way he had her daughter’s tits, but that wasn’t something she would remember forever.
Other than titty fucking Candy and cumming on her face, they had done everything except—Miss Tonya had warned him, “Not all girls are into that, but those that are will worship you and beg for it if you do it right.” He hoped Candy fell into the latter group.
His moist breath led the way for his lips. Candy murmured. The scent of her well-fucked pussy was infused with the animalistic smell of anal taboo if that was a thing he could actually perceive with his nose. The gap narrowed with an instinctive urge to reject his tongue, but Evan pushed on, using his hands to make room for his face. Candy jerked, and coiled, lifting her middle off the mattress. His face was stuffed deep in her ass cleavage. The tangy, sweet flavor on his tongue excited him. Candy’s body reversed, smashing her groin into the bed, so he shoved his hand under her pubic bone. She hunched and ground her crotch on it. He clamped down, pressing his fingertips into her mound and his thumb into her juicy slit. Candy bucked against the stiffness of his tongue and forced his thumb into her pussy. He tongue fucked the nerve laden inner edges of her anus while she kicked the mattress and thrashed on his hand.
Candy pushed off the headboard and shove her ass up. “Now I’m gonna make sure you never forget our last time,” she said.
Evan knelt between her legs, grabbed her hips and helped her get on her hands and knees, hoping she meant what he thought. His erection was smashed into a luscious ass-cheek sandwich. “I want it, baby, want it in the ass.”
Forever, those words would be seared on Evan’s brain, and no matter how many times he replayed them, they would always have the same impact. He shoved his cock down and forcefully dragged the head through his mother’s wetness. Lustfully, Candy moaned her approval. He circled the silky anal bud with his slick knob, gradually applying more pressure. Candy purred and changed the angle of her body. Her anus yawned its readiness, so he pushed. Heat enveloped his dick-head, and Evan stared at the cock lodged in his mother’s asshole as if it wasn’t his. Then autopilot took over.
Candy bolted upright on her knees, and he wrapped his arms around her stomach. She flung her head back, banging it on his shoulder. He humped, driving himself upward into his mother’s body. Her jostling tits bounced on his forearms. She reached over her head and grabbed his neck. He groped her crotch, slicing two fingers into the wet folds. Her stiff arousal was poking out, so he pumped his arm, grinding his mother’s clit while thrusting his groin. The head of his dick borrowed through the resistance deep inside his mother’s ass. She twisted a nipple and cried out, “Ah, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard.” Candy rocked, slamming her ass against his groin. “Fuck me in the ass.”
It felt unnatural to be so forceful, almost violent, but Evan’s body responded to his mother’s crude demands, humping against her angry backward thrusts. It was as if she wanted to be punished, and he was giving his mother what she wanted.
They fell forward together. Evan did a push-up, moved higher to change the angle, and fucked straight down into his mother’s ass. The head of his dick plowed into the front wall, then his cock turned upward, driving through her rectum. Slap, slap, slap, his groin pounded her ass cheeks.
The pillow Candy’s face was stuffed in, muffled her screams, but they were still loud and vulgar. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass.” She sucked the fingers that had been wailing on her pussy.
The idea of his mother tasting herself and the cum he shot in her earlier, made Evan crazy with lust. He increased the length and speed of his strokes. Candy’s orgasm made her insides jerk and squeeze. He shortened his relentless thrusts and fucked his mother through her climax. Then, she begged him to finish. Hearing his mother ask him to cum in her ass was surreal. His balls tightened, and he pumped his seed deep in Candy’s ass. It was the first time it hadn’t gone in her baby hole. He collapsed on her back and spilled off to the side. His slimy cock slid free and dragged across her cheek.
“Mom, you okay?”
“Mm, Mom,” she said, “I like the sound of that. I’m exhausted.”
He moved so his mother could turn over, and laid his leg across her stomach, then brushed the damp strands of hair off her sweat-sheened face. “Was that alright? I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
“Baby,” she kissed his hand and held it to her chest, “that was what I wanted.”
His mother’s expression changed to that of a girl about Gloria’s age. He kissed her forehead and realized their roles had flip-flopped again.
When the boisterous sex abruptly ended, Deana removed her ear from the door. Her palms were sweaty and her panties a sopping mess. Her brain created a movie from her mother’s demands and the resulting grunts and pained moans. She might have imagined a more violent, unwarranted pummeling than Evan actually gave Candy, but the woman she had encountered earlier in the kitchen, the one she had kissed, and the one she imagined making love to, wouldn’t want to be treated like that. Candy didn’t deserve that even if she were the one asking for it. Their mother was hurting, and Deana understood how emotional pain made you do things you wouldn’t do otherwise. If Evan realized that, he wouldn’t have done it. Deana wanted to believe that about her brother as much as she had tried to convince herself her father didn’t know his cum on her body or down her throat was something she wanted. Believing a lie was easier than living with the truth.