Chapter 7: Summer Lawn Job

The birds had started chirping, and the sun was creasing the eastern skyline when Candy got out of bed. John had come home at midnight, smelling of alcohol, and she pretended to be sound asleep and only grunted at him. If she had asked where he’d been, he would have berated her for accusing him of something when he was working hard to provide for her and his family. Candy didn’t need that. She was already beating herself up mentally.

Candy had to wash those panties, needing them to be pure and unstained by the incestuous act of adultery. She’d never gone to church as a kid but during the few years she’d taken Evan and Deana, for Sandra’s sake, Candy had heard enough to know she had already committed adultery with her son, in her mind. She could never let it happen anywhere else.

Now the hamper was empty, and her panties were in the washing machine. They’d come out like nothing had ever happened. Too bad there wasn’t a washing machine for her mind.

When Candy hopped up on the Maytag, the cool steel on her ass cheeks sent chill bumps down her thighs and up her spine. She took a long, slow breath, then pushed the start button. A second passed, and Candy jerked as the water started spraying. The vibration transferred to her skin, into her muscles, and up through her vaginal tube. Her womb tightened, and Candy’s nipples grew. She slipped a hand inside the robe and fondled her breasts. She was a weak, tired woman with a horny girl trapped inside her. She had seen her son press his face into her panties, but the girl in Candy’s mind told her it was her pussy. Evan was licking her pussy. His face was buried in her crotch, and his tongue was plunging into her body. The gears in Candy’s head cranked up the time machine, and she was suddenly in the kitchen of her family’s double-wide trailer. It was a memory Candy had barred from her present life, but it was too powerful to be forgotten.

The washing machine’s water valve snapped shut, and the Maytag jerked. Candy was knocked back to the present and nearly screamed, but the soothing chug, chug, chug of the wash cycle made her drift back.

Candy didn’t realize her big sister knew how much she liked to spy. Sally said, “Why don’t I show you how it feels? Then maybe you won’t have to peek when my boyfriend comes over.”

Candy’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I, ah, I—”

“Yeah, let me do that. I’ll show you what your fingers can’t do,” Sally said, pushing Candy’s PJs down below her hips.

Candy loved and trusted her big sister but still questioned her sanity. “Here? Right here?” she said.

Sally’s cheeks glowed, and her lips formed a crooked smile. “Why not? I’m going to eat you.”

While Candy tried to understand what was happening, Sally helped her onto the dinner table and yanked the soft, cotton pants down her legs. Candy stared at them on the floor while Sally knelt.

Her short legs were resting on Sally’s shoulders. The first kiss tickled her inner thigh, sending goosebumps across Candy’s stomach. She felt her budding nipples stiffen. The next kiss was closer, and the desire to giggle faded. Sally pressed her lips onto her crotch, and something stirred inside Candy’s body. It was deeper than her probing fingers had ever reached and felt better than Candy had imagined while secretly watching Sally get eaten out.

When Sally’s tongue forced open the smooth, plump flaps and went into her inflamed vaginal groove, Candy knew she’d been cheating herself using her fingers. The only thing that kept her from screaming was the fear of waking their mother. She squeaked and let out a long, muffled moan as she sat up enough to see what Sally was doing to her. Her sister’s blue eyes peered at her and twinkled, then she went to work. Her lips, tongue, and fingers blended into a collage of pleasure between Candy’s legs. She gasped and bit her lip. The pressure building inside wouldn’t be contained for long. It was a force greater than Candy’s limited number of years on Earth allowed her to comprehend.

Finally, with a loud squeal, Candy fell back onto the table. Her orgasm sent her legs straight out, shaking, then her heels dug into Sally’s shoulder blades. Through a fuzzy cloud, Candy saw her sister grinning from between her thighs. Sally’s face said things would be different now, and Candy believed it. An orgasm of that magnitude had the power to change things.

Evan woke up and rolled on his back without anything on his mind. Ten seconds passed, and his mother’s underwear, Candy’s reincarnation as Gloria, and Deana’s lips filled his head. He closed his eyes, but that only visualized his thoughts. His mother walking to her room after the potato peeling incident replayed in HD. That day, the traumatic event had blinded Evan to what he now saw. It wasn’t just her amazing tits swishing side to side under the blouse that he had seen. His mother’s nipples were huge, substantial bulges. Candy had gone braless back in the good ole days, but not since his father married her.

She had taken his hands under the hot water, knowing his arms were rubbing the overflow of her breasts. He pressed his erection against her back, and her nipples had stiffened. Then, he’d gone into Candy’s room—violating his father’s rule and her privacy—to look at his mother’s pussy, bursting from those red panties. Those fuckin’ red panties were in his laundry hamper, and he came in them!

Evan told himself that there could be an explanation for not wearing a bra. Maybe they were all in the laundry? Indeed, there was a better chance of that than his mother trying to get him excited. The red panties in his hamper? Well, it was, after all, designed for dirty clothes. Evan might not be able to explain it to his satisfaction, but surely it could be explained in bunches of ways that didn’t include his mother wanting him to taste her pussy juices and come in her underwear. Damn it, Evan thought, why didn’t I at least rinse them out?

Evan took a few minutes to review the events of the last month. He had already been horny and lonely without Stacey when he had kissed Deana. That had opened the closet in his mind where he’d hidden those embarrassing puberty-induced feelings. Then, his subconscious mind saw Gloria turning into a clone of the babysitter, his Candy. That was a catalyst to rejuvenate his crush and make him misinterpret everything his mother did.

On top of that, he’d felt up Rebecca’s ass, saw her pussy, and made out with his sister in front of her. Plus, Deana made out with Rebecca, and Gloria’s best friend sat on another girl’s face at the ballpark. No wonder Evan’s mind was all messed up. He needed someone to talk to and give a blow-by-blow account of the past month. They could tell him if he had grounds for his suspicion or if it was all in his head.

In the absence of wise counsel, Evan thought ignorance was his best course of action. He would act like everything was normal until it was proven otherwise. Maybe Deana or his mother would come right out and ask for sex. Then he’d know, but he’d also have to choose between doing the right thing and sex. Tough decision, Evan mused as he got out of bed. He had to go do Miss Tonya’s yard work, and tonight was race night. “Mm, do Miss Tonya,” Evan whispered. That would never happen, but thinking about it and Cindy racing was enough to make Evan forget about everything else. Being a teenager was wonderful.

Evan took the long way through their neighborhood to get to Miss Tonya’s house. Everything was as he remembered it, so he ruled out being picked up by aliens and dropped off on another planet. He had been horrified to find the empty hamper, but his mother seemed normal. There was no way she could have found his jizz in her panties and acted normal, so Evan relaxed and kissed her goodbye. Everything was just the way it was supposed to be.

When he parked in front of Miss Tonya’s house, Evan decided to mow the lawn first, then get involved with all the planting stuff she’d mentioned. Mowing a lawn was the perfect brainless activity for him. Walk back and forth, make straight lines, and enjoy a sense of accomplishment at the end.

On Miss Tonya’s front porch, when Evan was ready to ring the bell, it felt like the first time he had to sell raffle tickets for baseball. Was he actually nervous? He pushed the button and waited long enough to think nobody was home. Had he messed up and come too early or on the wrong day? While deciding whether or not to ring again, Evan saw movement through the translucent window. The door opened quickly, and crisp air and rock ‘n’ roll rushed out. Was Miss Tonya actually listening to Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love?

“Hi, Evan,” Miss Tonya said.

The softball mom was wearing a well-worn, loose-fitting sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off and the neck hole opened with a cut down the front. The smell of tanning lotion and her rosy face suggested Miss Tonya had been lying in the sun, but the slope and free movement of her tits said to Evan, No bikini top. He looked down at her bare feet, then followed her shiny, reddened flesh up to her jean shorts. They had been butchered and worn out like Becky’s. However, Miss Tonya’s shorts were loose enough to be pulled on without opening them. Could she have been tanning in the nude?

“I didn’t expect you so early during summer vacation. Jayda is in bed still,” Miss Tonya said.

Evan tried to look anywhere else, but his eyes kept going back to her chest. Miss Tonya had more breasts than she let be seen at the ball field, but based on how they hung and the placement of those bumps, he assumed they were “ski-Jump” tits. Could those really be her nipples holding up that sweatshirt, Evan wondered.

“Oh, then she probably doesn’t want me to mow the grass,” Evan said. For a few seconds, his porn brain painted pictures of his mom’s best friend sunbathing nude while Jayda was in the house going down on some girl.

“You do whatever you need to do. You’re the one working,” Miss Tonya said. “She’ll get over it.”

Just for fun, Evan threw out, “We could always start with that massage you wanted.”

Miss Tonya pushed her thumbs in her pockets, and a gap opened; the shorts dipped low enough that Evan could have seen a tan line or panties if there were any. She smiled like she wasn’t one of the softball moms and said, “I might need you to rub me in places you wouldn’t be comfortable touching your mother.”

There wasn’t a good way to respond. If he said, “I’ll touch you anywhere you want,” and Miss Tonya was joking, then he sounded like a pervert, trying to get in her pants. If she wasn’t kidding, and he laughed it off, Miss Tonya would be embarrassed, and he’d never get to massage her. Fuck it, Evan thought, I’m on planet Horny Women anyway. “Can’t imagine that.” Touche`, Evan thought, that could be taken many ways, and she’d have to make the first decisive move.

“Interesting,” Miss Tonya said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Did she just say I might get to put my hands on her naked body, then fuck her? Evan said, “Okay,” but he might as well have said, “Daha.”

“Why don’t you start in the backyard. The lawnmower is in the shed. I’ll bring some sweet tea out for you,” she said. “When you finish, we’ll discuss the other thing.”

Was the other thing the sex they were going to have or the plants? Evan kept his mouth shut and walked around the house.

The backyard had a privacy fence down both sides and woods across the back. A lounge chair, towel, and book were in the middle of the lawn. Evan processed all the information and decided that unless Miss Tonya had taken her bikini off and thrown those shorts on before she reached the door, she had to be lying there naked when he rang. But Jayda was home. Nobody’s mother gets naked in the backyard when their kid could see them. Whose mother actually got naked at all in the backyard? Damn, porn brain!

Evan got the mower out of the shed. The whoosh of the backdoor made him look. Miss Tonya walked over to the chair, folded it up, then bent at the waist, reaching for the book. The loose bottom of her shirt gave him a perfect view of the elongated, cone-shaped tits swinging under her body. It would be embarrassing if she caught him staring, but Evan couldn’t turn away. When she straightened up, Miss Tonya’s ample ass cheeks swallowed her shorts, and he was seeing one of the softball moms’ butts like it should never be seen. She’s older than my mother, Evan told himself, but that only made him want Miss Tonya more.

“Evan, I put a glass of tea on the table in the screen room,” she said. “I’ll be inside if you need anything.”

She’s mom’s best friend, not one of the MILFs Jason chats with online, Evan reminded himself, and said, “Okay.”

After mowing the backyard, Evan did the front, put the mower in the shed, and got the weed whacker out. He checked his watch, hoping to finish the lawn and put off the landscaping or whatever Miss Tonya wanted until tomorrow or Monday. That way, he could get home, shower, and head to Jason’s without seeing his father. Out of sight, out of mind, Evan hoped. It would suck if he got a direct order not to go. If his father started asking him a bunch of questions, he’d get nervous and blow it.

Later, Evan looked over his work and felt a sense of pride. Miss Tonya’s yard looked great. Perfectly straight rows, the edging was just right, and there wasn’t a speck of debris on the sidewalks or driveway. He had even pulled weeds from around the shrubs across the front of her house without being asked.

Evan walked over to the garden hose hanging on the back of the house, picked up the end of it, and studied the brass nozzle before opening the faucet. He wanted to rinse his hands and wipe his face, not soak his clothes and sneakers. Then he could talk to Miss Tonya about that other thing. If the other thing turned out to be sex, his love for racing would be put to the test. There was no way he had time to fuck his mother’s best friend and get home before his father. It was a ridiculous fantasy, but it was a nice distraction from those red panties. He’d done well all day not to think about it, but the closer he got to returning to his house, the more nervous he was. Even teenage denial had a hard time overlooking something as bizarre as Candy’s underwear, only her underwear, in his hamper.

“Evan,” Miss Tonya said as he unscrewed the sprayer.

“Oh, hi, I was just going to rinse off and come knock,” he said. “I finished the yard, and I’m ready to hear about the other stuff.”

The screen door slapped the wood frame, and Miss Tonya stepped out of the shadow. Evan tried to swallow but only croaked. His throat had already been dry, but now nothing would go down. He’d need to wet his mouth before trying to talk. Once the sun was on her, he could tell Miss Tonya’s hair was wet and pulled back on her head. A white T-shirt had replaced her sweatshirt. Man, it’s tight, Evan thought. Her eyes seemed bigger and prettier when her hair was off her forehead. He tried to focus on them. She was walking toward him seductively or gingerly because her feet were bare; Evan wasn’t sure.

“Okay, I’ll show you,” she said and talked the whole time she approached. “I’ll point it out and then we can talk dollars. I’ll pay you for today now, of course. You did a nice job. It looks great. Your mom was right, you do great work. You pay attention to detail.”

Evan wanted to say, she said that, but Miss Tonya had stopped right in front of him, and his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. The softball mom’s tits were as big as he’d thought earlier, and she seriously wasn’t wearing a bra. Just a white T-shirt tucked into her pants. It was pulled down tight, but the lumps on top of her breasts still turned up. Big, firm, ski-jump tits on a woman older than my mother, he thought. Was Miss Tonya in on it with Candy? Both of them were trying to make him insane with their braless trickery.

“Ah, thank you,” he said. “I’m just going to rinse my hands.”

Miss Tonya said, “Good,” and stared at his hands, waiting.

The nozzle hissed, sputtered, and spurted out varying streams in different directions. It was one of those stupid sprayers that started out in a wide mist, then went to a stream after you unscrewed it far enough. This one was defective, and water squirted out from under the thing Evan was unscrewing. Before Evan could make a correction, water, sweat, and dirt got in his eyes. They burned, and he closed them hard, working faster with his arms straightened out to get the rogue streams away from him. He said, “Shit,” then remembered a parent was standing next to him. “Shoot, I meant shoot.”

While Evan was wiping his face on his arm, he could hear Miss Tonya chuckling. “That thing is messed up,” she said. “You have to know how to work it.”

Great, now you tell me, Evan thought, feeling stupid and embarrassed. He opened his eyes. They still stung, but he could see the water pelting the thick centipede grass. His wet shirt clung to his chest. “Sorry.” He turned, and the woman was smiling like a middle school girl who had pulled a good one on him. Though nothing else resembled a middle school girl.

“No problem,” she said. “I should have warned you.”

All his fantasies of being a porn star, being the big man who could handle a woman, evaporated with the water on his face. He was suddenly terrified like a little boy in a strip club. Miss Tonya had gotten just as wet. The white T-shirt was clinging to her chest. It was translucent, and her brown nipples were still growing under it. They were turned up, pushing into the wet fabric, reaching for him. They were like small baby bottle nipples, and Evan was a baby, his parched lips trying to separate. “I, ah, I got you wet. I’m so sorry, I just—”

“It’s only water. I’m not going to melt,” she said. “I’m not that sweet.” Miss Tonya didn’t bother crossing her arms over her chest like most girls would do when their headlights came on in public.

There was no explanation other than his mother’s best friend wanted him to see through her shirt. Evan knew that. Shouldn’t he make the next move, say something that led to them fucking right there on the ground? If she were a high school girl, he’d know what to say, but she was a woman, a grown woman who could tell his mother he’d asked her to have sex with him. Evan didn’t say anything or make the next move. Instead, he tried to look anywhere other than at Miss Tonya’s tits.

“Let me show you what I want,” she said and turned away from him. “They’re delivering the shrubs Monday.”

Evan turned off the water and followed her around like a puppy dog, knowing he’d regret this day for the rest of his life. A thirty-something divorcee had offered him sex, and he didn’t have the balls to make a move. He’d better do well at racing because all his fantasies of grandeur were gone. He’d never mention this to Jason or anybody.

Besides the speakers’ music, Evan’s car was quiet. Jason seemed to have something on his mind, and Evan was relieved. When Jason first heard about the job at Miss Tonya’s, he’d said, “Really, she’s hot, and I heard she’s into young guys. I’d do her.”

Evan didn’t know where Jason heard that, and he’d ignored it and forgotten about it until after he left—No, he ran away from Miss Tonya’s house. Jason seemed to have forgotten about the job, which was fine with Evan.

The quiet drive on I-10 gave Evan time to think about racing Dale’s car. Tonight, he’d get to see it run. He’d seen it many times before, but truthfully, he never paid much attention to that division. Now, it was the most important division, except Cindy’s. It was almost impossible to believe it was going to happen, he was going to drive a race car at the Deep South Speedway in an actual race.

That is if nothing changed between now and then.

Evan wouldn’t let himself think about that, so he shifted his thoughts to the exchange with Deana before he left for Jason’s house. He felt terrible about lying to Deana and worse about not including her in his plan. She’d be excited with him, and he wanted that, but there was no way he could make her a co-conspirator. Besides, Evan was keeping his distance until that whole kissing thing was far enough behind them, or he was having sex with Rebecca or anyone other than Deana or Candy. He’d enjoyed kissing Deana too much and would do it again if she initiated it. That’s why Evan would have made up an excuse even if he wasn’t going to the races tonight. He couldn’t have done what she wanted anyway.

Deana grabbed her phone and sat on the end of her bed. She fanned her legs, opening and closing them, and blew out a long breath. Evan had come home, showered and rushed off to Jason’s house. It was apparent to Deana he was up to something, and their mother probably picked up on it, too, but Candy didn’t say anything. Deana highlighted Rebecca’s number, pressed the call button, and then fell back on the bed.

“Hi,” Rebecca said. “Want me to come over?”

Deana used her feet to push her body up the bed. “No,” she said and kicked a stuffed animal off the bed.

Rebecca said, “Wanna come here?”

Deana bent her knees, pulling her feet up close to her butt, and let them flop out to the sides. Her shorts tightened over her mound and between her legs. The feeling was strange, confusing, and erotic. Her pussy hadn’t been entirely bald since she was young, and now she felt stupid for shaving it. Nothing was going to happen with Evan. Her brother would never let it happen, and truthfully, she wouldn’t either. So why had she shaved her pussy?

Each time she had carefully stroked the steel blade over her swollen lips, in Deana’s hidden thoughts, she imagined being with Evan, knowing she was bald under her sweats. She had expected him to stay home and teach her to kick box. He had been promising, but Evan left. Now, even though her brother wouldn’t have seen it, and she wouldn’t have told him, Deana was disappointed. Obviously, she had issues.

“Well,” Rebecca said, “you wanna?”

“No,” Deana said and reached for a pillow to stuff under her head. She put a hand in her shorts. She hadn’t even put on panties.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nah-thing,” she said.

“Don’t nah-thing me,” Rebecca said. “You sound funny, so tell me. We don’t have secrets.”

Deana thought about telling her best friend the one thing she planned to take to her grave. It would be relieving to say the words out loud, but nobody could know. It was worse than the things she imagined doing with Evan, and she couldn’t even confess that. “Rebecca, you promise not to tell anyone?”

“You know better than to worry about that,” Rebecca said.

“I shaved my pussy!”

“Your what?” Rebecca said. “You hate that word.”

Deana held the phone with her shoulder and shoved both hands in her shorts. “My pussy is bald. It feels so weird.” She spread herself and slid her middle finger through the wet groove, remembering Evan’s strong hands massaging her ass so close to her crotch that she wanted to scream, “Do it, touch me.”

“Deana!”

“Sorry, I’m horny, out of my mind horny, and it feels crazy good,” she said. “Oh, and it’s cunt that I hate. Pussy’s okay. My bald pussy, pussy, pussy feels so good.”

“I’m coming over!”

Deana stared at the call-end message. She didn’t want to let Rebecca come over, but she needed her. She was worried about what would happen when she saw her BFF for the first time since the last day of school. That was the day they kissed in front of Evan and the day she knew Evan wanted her, too.

The knock at the front door came sooner than Deana anticipated, and she didn’t feel prepared. Rebecca would want to see, and now that she was outside the door, Deana was embarrassed. She filled her lungs slowly, then blew it all out in one rush of air. Her mother was home, and her father could be home anytime.

When Deana opened the front door, Rebecca pushed past her and looked around the living room and in the kitchen. “Where’s Evan?”

“He’s not here,” she said.

“Your mom?” Rebecca asked and started herding Deana backward toward her room.

“Probably in her room,” Deana said. “Take it easy.”

“Just get in here. I gotta see, let me see your bald kitty.” Rebecca closed Deana’s door and practically shoved her toward the bed.

Deana smiled nervously but felt better now that Rebecca was there. All those warm, passionate, loving feelings they shared changed the atmosphere, and they had changed Deana, too. She wasn’t lonely, sad, or disappointed anymore. “Okay, here goes,” she said and started a side-to-side shimmy. Her shorts inched down, and Deana shrugged her shoulders and tilted her head shyly. “Don’t laugh.”

“Don’t tease,” Rebecca said.

“Me ... tease?” Deana rotated her hips and pushed her groin forward. Her shorts dipped another inch.

“I swear,” Rebecca threatened, “I’ll rip your clothes off.”

She knew the little gymnast could easily overpower her, so Deana picked up the pace. “Here it comes.” She arched backward to the brink of toppling over. The air was crisp on her hairless pubic mound. She shoved her shorts over the bulges of her hips, and air rushed across her sensitive labia. It tingled at first, but seeing Rebecca step forward made her lips pulsate.

“OMG!” Rebecca said. “Wow, I didn’t think it could get any sexier, but wow! Can I, um, pet your kitty?”

Deana took one step closer, and a magnetic force pulled her two more. She held Rebecca’s hand and moved it to her stomach, then gave it the gentlest nudge, and Rebecca continued onward. “It feels even better when you touch it,” Deana said and gasped. Rebecca’s palm cupped her mound, and her fingers wrapped around her pubic bone.

“It’s amazing,” Rebecca said. “So smooth, like a baby’s butt.”

“When have you ever touched a baby’s butt?”

“It’s an expression,” Rebecca said.

Rebecca’s words had been long, drawn out, and breathy. Deana felt them on her cheek, and now three fingers were reaching between her legs. They grasped her inflamed flesh, pressed into it, squeezed moisture from her inner labia, and a finger slipped inside her groove. “Ahh, oh, Reb, my mom ... Mmm.”

“Dee, my god, you’re on fire. You’re soaked.”

Her friend’s hand rotated. The heel shoved into the cushion of Deana’s mound while fingers sliced through the valley between her pussy lips, grinding over her clit. “My mom,” Deana mumbled.

Deana hadn’t realized until now how much she missed Rebecca and how much she wanted her, but this wasn’t the time or place. “My father might come...”

“Don’t worry,” Rebecca said, backing Deana up until she fell onto the bed. “This isn’t going to take long.”

It was dangerous and stupid, but Rebecca’s hands were lifting Deana’s legs all the way up and pushing them apart. Her hands moved down each inner thigh until Deana was spread wide open. Rebecca squeezed her pussy as she went to her knees. She looked down her body at Rebecca’s face between her splayed legs. It was an obscene, nasty position for a young lady to be in, and it excited Deana. She was going to get her pussy eaten out by another girl right in her father’s house, and that felt good to think about, but it was terrifying, too.

Rebecca blew a long, slow stream of air over her lips, and Deana almost screamed. Hands were on her ass cheeks, pushing her crotch higher. “I still can’t believe how beautiful it is ... beautiful you are,” Rebecca said and kissed Deana’s slit where it cut across her pubic bone. “I’ve wanted to do this since the last time I did this.”

The hot tongue darting out and punching the nub of her clit made Deana blind, deaf, and dumb. It might have been an orgasm, and if she was alone using her finger, Deana might have been satisfied. Rebecca used her thumbs to spread her pussy open. The air spiked her burning, pink flesh, then Rebecca covered it with her mouth. Her tongue drilled up into Deana’s pussy hole and plunged deep, deep, and deeper than she thought it could go. Another orgasm might have rolled through her body, but it may have been a continuation of the first one.

“Damn it, you taste so good,” Rebecca said. “I love making you cum. Cum for me again. Cum all over my face, in my mouth.”

Deana was holding her legs behind her knees, pulling them, and rocking her body. It was hard to distinguish tongue from lips, nose, or chin. All of Rebecca’s face was in her spread cunt. If she was licking her butt-hole, then Rebecca’s nose was smashing her clit, and if her tongue was ramming into Deana’s pussy, then her upper lip was getting it. At no time did Rebecca let up, no matter how much Deana begged her to stop. Orgasm after orgasm pounded her senses, and she had no idea how much noise she was making or how much time was passing.

Candy took her hand out from under her shirt, and took the other one out of her pants, then backed away from Deana’s door. She couldn’t bear to listen anymore and hurried to her room.

When Candy was completely naked, she brought up the image of the driveway and sat in her chair. She wasn’t surprised about Deana and Rebecca, and it didn’t upset her. What kind of mother did that make her? She was letting her daughter have sex with another girl. A normal mother wouldn’t let that happen.

Candy wasn’t a normal mother or normal in any other way. What a hypocrite she’d be to stop them. She had grown up with Sally, doing the same thing, except with her sister. At least Rebecca wasn’t Deana’s sister.