Potential - S01 E278

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Potential - S01 E278

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 278

An Impending orgasm caused Deana to imitate a crab, pushing up on her feet and hands, she thrust her pelvis high. He braced his elbows on the table and squeezed her ass with both hands, forcing her to endure the brutal lashing he was giving her clit. His sister was absolutely drooling orgasmic juices. They dribbled down into her groove, across her puckered anus and dripped on the wooden surface.

Deana pushed his face away and dropped her butt. "I want you, ah, want you inside me now."

Evan's zipper was going down as he stood. His sister's long fingers slid into his boxers, wrapped around his cock and brought the bulbous head to her opening. She looked directly into his eyes and said, "Fuck me, I want you to fuck me on the kitchen table."

He held Deana's face between his hands and pressed his forehead to hers. "I love your potty mouth." She guided him, and as if they were made to fit together, one shove was all it took, and he was deep inside his sister. He watched Deana's black eyes register the joining of their bodies. Simultaneously, tears filled their eyes, and they said, "I love you."

The arches of Deana's feet contoured to the curves of his butt and helped him test the limit of her pussy. "Ooh, Evan, you make me feel so good."

They moved as one in opposing directions. Their speed and force steadily increasing. Deana's cheeks squeaked on the table top. He grabbed her hips and yanked her back to the edge, dipped down and angled his thrust upward. She leaned back and watched his glistening flesh move in and out of her body. It didn't matter that he had seen hundreds of dicks fucking pussies in porn; the sight of his own cock sliding inside his sister's body amazed and excited him as if it were the first time he'd seen it. Deana's expression said she felt the same way he did.

Evan humped Deana until the last second, then he pulled out, shoved his dick down and they both watched the cum pelt her bald pussy mound. It slid down over her inflamed lips and dripped onto the table. That's when he consciously thought, fuck you, Dad, I just came where your plate will be when you come back and spoil everything.

The dry toast Candy ate before leaving the house had helped her churning, empty stomach, and the thirty-minute drive had been enough time for her to stem the flow of tears, but not the onslaught of doomsday scenarios bombarding her mind. John had choked her for suggestina he dive Evan more leewav, what would choked her for suggesting he give Evan more leeway, what would he do if the security footage revealed that she had allowed her stepson to do what his father explicitly forbade?

Candy stopped the fingerprint-smudged, softball-mom SUV behind a polished, black Mercedes-Benz sports coupe and wrung her hands on the steering wheel. More than likely, somewhere on her Tahoe a kid had scrawled, 'wash me' in the grime. The two vehicles spoke volumes about the choice each woman had made.

They had the same parents, grew up under the same roof, learned about life in the same bedroom, and both got pregnant as teenagers, then one crucial decision took them in contrasting directions. Candy grabbed her overnight bag off the passenger seat, turned, dangled her legs and slid out. The gravel crunched under her feet. She looked down and realized she was wearing her daughter's sneakers. An image of Gloria's face flashed before Candy's eyes. It was the day Evan had kissed Gloria in the kitchen right in front of her. It had been a diversion in case Gloria had noticed the attention he had been giving Candy, but the girl had been aflame with the hope of reciprocated love for the rest of the morning. What kind of mother would do something that might dash the girl's dreams?

Candy started toward the front porch, but an acidic, burnt smell, clinging to the hot, sticky air, halted her. Standing there in rural Mississippi, Candy felt right at home with a Gator McKlusky sized foreboding. Surely, she wouldn't end up like the guy in White Lightning, dropped off in a swamp, but the outcome of this visit with Sally had the potential to alter the course of her life as much as the choices she and her sister made as teenagers. This time, would they both end up without their daughters?

The door opened, and her sister stepped out. The moisture still trapped in Sally's thick, red hair made it appear darker and lengthened the wavy curis. The shoulders of the luxurious pool robe were damp. Candy looked into the deep void between the woman's breasts and saw the fabric that held the two halves of the bikini top together. She followed the opening down to the blue bottoms. "Did you steal that robe from one of those eight-hundred- dollar a day hotels?"

Sally ignored her diversionary small talk and extended her arms. The bag in her hand fell, and she ran like a lost child who finally spotted their mother. Her sister's plush embrace cause Candy's tears to retumed. Sally's words at her ear, "I love you," made her body convulse with sobs. "Candy, it's okay, I got you, baby, I got you."