A Step Mother’s Sin – Chapter 4: It Spins Fur

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A Step Mother’s Sin – Chapter 4: It Spins FurI returned home around 6 p.m. to find Robert in the downstairs shower. His gym clothes were strewnin front of the bathroom door indicating he had just come from a workout.My normal routinewould be to come home, change out of mywork clothes and into my night clothes,and then prepare dinner, clean up, etc.As I listened to the shower running in the downstairs bathroom, my mind raced with thoughts of whathad occurred just last night. I decided that Robert might interpret me changing into me sleeping attireas an invitation for more ‘activity between a stepmother and son’. I was certain that, above all else,that boy did not need any encouragement from me. I decided to keep my work clothes on. I felt thatmy work clothes could serve as a barrier of sorts to a repeat of the previous night’s mistakes.I was wearing a blue, sleeveless print dress with a pleated skirt that reached a few inches below myknees. While form fitting, and flattering to my petite figure, the dress was not overly revealing orinappropriate. It was a dress that I was comfortable wearing to work.Since I am on the short side, somewhere between five foot threeinches andfivefootfour inches, Isometimes struggle to be taken seriously by my six foot tall male co-workers. In an attempt to ‘levelthe playing field’ somewhat, I regularly wear heels. Today I wore dress boots that came up above mycalf and hadthree inchheels. They were not spiked heels, but they did make standing for extendedperiod of time somewhat uncomfortable.I was at the kitchen sink, cleaning up the previous night’s dishes, when I heard Robert come out ofthe bathroom and come into the kitchen. I glanced over my shoulder to see he was wearing only abath towel wrapped around his waist.“Hi beautiful,” he chirped as he walked up behind me, hugging me from behind and reaching aroundto cup my right breast. I tensed up and tried to push his hand from my breast. I certainly did not wantto resume the petting and touching that had led to my totally inappropriate behavior last night. But hewas too strong and I was not going to remove his hand without his full cooperation,“Robert, we made a bad mistake last night. I made a bad mistake last night. I take full responsibility.Not only am I the adult, I am your step mother. I should never have allowed any of that to happen. Idon’t know if you can forgive me or not…”Robert interrupted, “It was not a mistake, it was a beautiful thing. It was the most beautiful thing thathas ever happened to me. Please do not say ‘it was a mistake’. It hurts me to think you do not thinkwhat we shared was as beautiful as I do.”“Robert, it was wrong. It was i*****l. And I should not have let it happen. You are still a c***d. I shouldhave had better judgment, better self control.”“Mom, you are wrong. It was a beautiful. And I am not a c***d; I am an adult. I will be twenty in twomonths. I am old enough to vote; I am old enough to serve in the military, I am certainly old enough toknow who I want for my sexual partner; and I want you. I have for years.”The last statement sent me searching for a response. “Robert, I am flattered, and I understand yourconfusion. I am quite confused myself. But what we did, what I did last night is wrong by anymeasure.”I was standing with my back to my stepson as I spoke, ashamed. I was ashamed of my behavior andI unable to face him or look him in the eye. Robert then took my hand and turned me to face him, andsaid, “I need to show you something.”He stood back one step, and then he removed his towel, dropping it to the floor. He stood therenaked in front of me. He was obviously quite emboldened from his success last night. He had aconfident ‘don’t take no for an answer’ demeanor about him. It was strangely appealing. Since he wasmy stepson, it was also very wrong, but it was definitely appealing.“What on earth do you ‘need to show me’?”I was trying to react appropriately, whatever that would mean. But after the mistakes of last night, wasthere anything I could do going forward that would be appropriate?“Watch” he said, and his penis began to grow slowly in front of my very eyes. At first I could notbelieve what I was seeing. But standing there naked in front of me, my nineteen year old stepson wasgrowing erect, pulse by pulse, throb by throb. I had never seen a man grow hard with no physicalcontact before. I watched in silent amazement..After aboutforty fiveseconds, he was half-way erect, poking straight out, about six inches in length.“How are you doing that?” my voice cracked slightly in obvious excitement and amazement.“I am thinking about you. I am thinking about touching you last night. I am thinking about what you didfor me last night. I am thinking about how much I want you, need you… and I am thinking about what Iam going to do to you tonight.”I was awe struck. I stared at his penis which was now about three quarters erect, and I suddenlybecame aware of my pulse in my own groin. I could feel my clitoris growing erect, and my pussystarting to leak into my panties.“Robert, we can’t…” I stammered, attempting to dissuade my stepson, but I was in a trance, watchingRobert’s erection grow pulse by pulse. It was hypnotic.He cut my weak protestoff mid-sentence, “Mom, this is the effect you have on me. If I react this wayjust thinking about you, this cannot be wrong. My body would not react this way if it was wrong” hereasoned. “Tell me that you do not have the same feelings. Tell me you are not having the samereaction right now.”I did not know what to do or say; so I simply repeated myself, “We can’t. This is wrong.” But Icontinued to stare at the amazing sight growing longer and more rigid between my stepson’s thighs.Robert approached me, his penis swinging proudly with each step he took. He knelt down directly infront of me. By now he had a full erection, he was every bit as hard and large as he was last nightwhen he ejaculatedin my mouth. He was pointing direct to the ceiling.Kneeling in front of me, he placed his hands on the outside of my calves and began to reach up undermy dress. I stopped him, held his hands, and asked, “What are you doing?”“I want to see something. If you do not react to me the way I react to you, I will agree to leave youalone. But I think I have the same effect on you that you do on me.”I stood there, frozen, unable to move, unable to think. I wanted to find the inner strength to resist, tostop this insanity. My heart was racing, and my head was spinning asI held his hands, preventingthem from moving up under my skirt.Robert said nothing. He stared up at me as his fingers squeezed into my legs, reminding me howmuch I craved his touch.I do not know why, but I released his hands and stood there eyes closed, not knowing what to do, andnot bahis firmaları understanding what was happening or why. Not really thinking I had the strength or power to doanything other than comply.He slowly ran his hand up under my dress on the outside of my thighs, hooked his fingers in thewaistband of my panties and gently pulled them to the floor. His motions were painstakingly slow;slowenough that I realized he was teasing me as he removed my underwear.As he brought them past my ankles, I stepped out one foot at a time, allowing him to remove themfully over my boots. The smooth silky material of my dress felt strange on my bare ass as I stoodthere motionless. Robert examined my panties for a brief instant; I knew my wetness in the crotchwas obvious.Robert brought my panties up to his nose and inhaled thearoma from my crotch. With a huge smilehe looked at me and said, “I love your scent, mom.”I am not sure why, but while it was embarrassing, it was also quiteexciting to watch my stepsoninhalethe aroma ofthe secretions from my vagina. I liked the fact that he found my scent appealing.Robert, still kneeling in front of me, placed his right hand under my skirt on my inner thigh and lookedup at me. I looked down at him, blushing deeply, and I understood what he wanted me to do. After amoment’s hesitation,I reluctantly spread my legs slightly, allowing his hand to move further up myinner thigh until he reached my pussy.My face felt as if it were on fire I was blushing so deeply. I understood that I was being teased. I stoodthere spreading my legs, allowing my stepson to access my more private parts. Much as he did theprevious evening, his fingers slowly opened my outer folds to reveal my excitement.But somehow tonight was different. My stepson was instructing me to stand there as he slowlytouched me. It was a demonstration of his unique control over me, and a verification that I waspowerless to resist. His assertiveness touched a deep and powerful submissive cord inside of me.Robert had stumbled upon an aspect of my psyche that permeated my inner self. I was powerless toresist astrongmale to whom I was attracted and for whom I felt affection. How did he know? What didI do to reveal my submissive side?He ran his fingers up and down my slit, paying particular attention to my now erect and sensitiveclitoris. I stood there, biting my lower lip. I would make a slight moan involuntarily every time he hisfingers contacted my clitoris.“You are very wet, mom.”I only moaned. I had nothing to say. He was correct. I was very wet.He started to slide his fingers inside of me.“Robert, please, I beg you… we shouldn’t be doing this… we can’t do this… please,we mustn’t dothis,” I panted as tears started to form in my eyes. But rather than push his hands away from me, Isquatted down ever so slightly toprovide him better access to my vagina. I knew then, as I am forcedto admit now, that my physical actions of encouragement again contradicted my words ofdiscouragement.I wanted to be touched and penetrated despite my feeble words to the contrary. I made no attempt tostop my stepson. In fact,with every action I took, I was begging him to touch me, to penetrate me, andto please me.Standing with my legs apart with boots withthree inch heels while squatting slightly to open myself uptoRobert was difficult, and I started to topple forward a bit. I reached out and balanced myself byplacing each of my hands on his shoulders as his fingers found my wet opening and entered me foryet another exploration of my womanhood.He quickly had one, then two fingers inside me. My lubrication was literally leaking out of me now,coating my inner thighs, making them slippery. His fingers found no resistance to entering my dilatedvagina. He again curled his two fingers back towards himself, deep inside me, massaging the frontwall of my uterus, deep inside me at my g-spot. I was responding just as he hoped, or perhaps knew,I would.I found myself squatting deeper and opening my legs wider, all the while begging him to stop. “Oh,baby, please, we shouldn’t be doing this…”But I did not try to actually stop him. I was squatting to accept his fingers deeply, conveying a clearsign that I wanted my stepson to finger me to orgasm.As much as I knew I should, I could not bring myself to attempt to push away or remove his hand. I donot know if it was the pleasure of his touch, or my need to submit to his instruction that kept me fromattempting to stop this assault on my pussy; probably both. I just know that I did not or could not doanything to stop, or even discourage my stepson.I was becoming so very aroused. I knew an orgasm was building up inside of me.After a few moments, I pleaded quite unconvincingly, “Robert, please. You’re going to make me cumagain. Robert, please… I can’t hold out much longer…”I was rocking my hips in a synchronized motion to the internal massage Robert was giving my vagina,continuing to steady myself by holding on to his massive shoulders, balancing myself on thethree inchheels of my boots as I squatted deeper and deeper to allow my stepson full access to my very wet,and very open pussy. I wanted his fingers to reach inside me as deep as they could. I rememberwishing that I had the good sense to remove these damn boots when I came home tonight.Iknew I shouldstop, pull away, but I simply could not. I was indeed responding to my stepson’s touchand instructions. Robert, much like his father, knew exactly how to touch me for the greatestresponse, both emotionally and physically. He seemed to sense the erotic effect his mild dominanceand humiliation would have on me. Again, he was his father’s son!After several minutes of taking me to the brink, Robert withdrew his fingers from my pussy and stoodup.I cried out in frustration, “Oh baby, I am so close… please.. don’t stop.”After insisting repeatedly that we should stop earlier, I was now begging him to continue. I was soclose, and I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. Involuntarily, I was rocking my hips n frustration,humping against the air. Shit! I needed a release.Even with my high heels, Robert still towered over me; and his erection waved a few inches under mychin. I could not deny the attraction I felt at that moment for this incredibly attractive young man – whohappened to also be my stepson.Standing in front of me, erect and rigid,Robert reached out and took my arms, placing them aroundhis neck, before reaching down, grabbing my by my waist and lifting me up. As he raised me up,hetook hold of each of my legs, pulling them apart and around him, causing me to straddle his torso.He now had his hands supporting my legs holding me in place. I was bracing myself against hisstrong shoulders with my arms around his neck. The skirt of my youwin giriş dress was pushed up around mywaist, out of his way and not interfering with his access to the bottom half of my body. I glanced downto see that Robert had another unobstructed view of my gaping pussy as he held me in this positionstraddling him.I could see the wetness of my vagina seeping out of me, revealing the degree of my arousal.As he held me, he kissed me deeply and passionately, exploring my mouth with his tongue.“I love you so much, mom.””Oh god, I love you too. I love you with all my heart” I responded, half crying at the emotional intensitythat I felt at this moment. It had been so very long since I had been kissed passionately like that, anddespite the fact I knew all of this was terribly wrong, I opened my mouthto admit his exploring tongue.I sucked his tongue into my mouth, moaning passionatelySlowly, he started to lower me down slightly, and I felt the head of his erect penis bumping againstthe back of my thighs and buttocks, searching anxiously for my wet opening. Robert moved me overslightly and I now felt his penis was pulsing against the outer folds of my vagina, searching for ahome.Momentarily shocked back to reality from the pressure of his cock headmoving tothe inner folds of myvulva, I lifted myself up, bracing myself on his massive shoulders. I was struck by the panic ofknowing my boy was going to try to fuck me ‘bareback’.“No! Robert, no! We definitely cannot do that.”I was emphatic. I foundan assertive tone I had previously not been able to summon.“Relax mom. It will be fine. I promise,” he said, arching his pelvis up in another attempt to enter me.Despite my trying to hold myself up on his shoulders, his large boner was finding its waypast the firstfolds of my outer lips.I pulled up again, recoiling from Robert’s searching viper as it sought to enter me. “No, baby. I am noteven on the pill. You cannot fuck me. You just can’t.”Robert tried to calm and reassure me, “Mom, I won’t cum in you. I promise. I just want to be insideyou for a moment.”He began to lower me down again. I could feel the head of his penis searching again, only this timehe found my opening. I was so wet, so aroused and so open, that the head of his cock was slippinginside me without any resistance. My wetness was making his entrance far too easy.I pulled up again. “No baby. Not like this. Please, not like this… at least let me put in my diaphragm.”I was almost crying now. The panic and fear were evident in my every word.With the head of his penis at the very opening of my vagina, actually just inside me a bit, Robertpaused for a few seconds that seemed an eternity as I hovered over his erection. Robert then asked,“You have a diaphragm? Okay, where is it?”The constant pulsing of the head of his cock barely inside me was distinct. I wondered if he wasleaking any seminal fluid in me while we were debating this issue.“It’s in my night stand… please… it will only take a second! I promise, I will let you take me with it inplace.”I pleaded with panic in my voice as I waited for him to decide. Would he impale me on his massivetool unprotected, pumping his seed into my fertile womb? Or would he allow me to protect him, andmyself from a potential pregnancy that neither he nor I wanted, needed or could explain.After four or five seconds of silence, with the bulbous head of his penis throbbing just inside the veryopening of my core, he lifted me off and set me down.“I guess I do not need my stepbrother and son to be the same person,”Robert said with a sly smilethat revealed a confidence and cockiness which I found both unnerving and appealing. Thank God hehad the good sense to allow us this protection.I realized that by agreeing to insert my diaphragm, there was no turning back now. I was going toallow my boy to fuck his mommy. I was now fully complicit. But fucking Robert voluntarily without riskof pregnancy seemed a far better choice than being taken by him bareback with the risk ofpregnancy.I went upstairs with Robert in fast pursuit. At the top stair he grabbed me, turned me around with himstanding one step below me and kissed me deeply again. With Robert standing one step below me,we were able to kiss more comfortably, our heights were now ‘equaled’ somewhat.His penis pressing and throbbing against my vulva. Our tongues danced together, chasing each otherfrom my mouth to his, and back again. As we kissed, he reached behind me and unzipped my dressand let it fall to the floor around my ankles. I stepped out and kicked it behind me,without breaking outkiss.I stood there, naked from the waist down, wearing only a bra and boots, my panties having beendiscarded in the kitchen, and my dress on the landing at the top of the stairs.Robert reached behind me toremove my bra. He was monetarily puzzled by the fact that there wasno clasp in the back. Quickly, he realized the clasp was in the front, between my breasts. He wasvery adroit and he released the front clasp with one hand. My boy had obviously practiced this ‘onehanded move’ many times before. It did bother me that my stepson was far more experienced than Iwas.Robert stepped back, slowly and seductively pulled both cups apart, freeing my breasts and exposingmy very erect nipples. I realized this was the first time he had actually seen my breasts exposed. Infact, since he was not my biological son and I had not nursed him as a baby, this was actually the firsttimein his life he had seen my breasts bared.It struck me as bizarre that I hadingested his semen, he had sucked on my clitoris, and fingered me toorgasm, but he had never before seen my breasts exposed.Robert brought his head to my tiny size 34B cup breast and took my nipple into his mouth. Hereached between my legs to gently tease my erect clitoris while he sucks my nipple. I held his head tomy breast, moaning at the intense pleasure my stepson was giving to his mommy.After a minute or two, he released me to retrieve my diaphragm. I stopped and sat on the bed andstarted to remove my boots. Robert stopped me, “Mom, you look so very sexy with the boots on,please don’t take them off.”I smiled to myself, and thought ‘why not?’Looking at Robert as coyly as I could, I said, “Okay, baby, if that’s how you want me to, I will leavethem on for you.”I got up and caught my image in the mirror. I was taken by a very sexy looking woman, naked exceptfor her high heel boots, the only vestige of modesty being the thin, very blond, almost transparentwisps of fine pubic hair covering her pussy. I still looked good at age thirty nine.Many people have told me that I look a great deal like Reese Witherspoon. Honestly, I could see theresemblance. Yes, even I had to admit I was a sexy sight indeed.I perabet went to my night stand and retrieve my diaphragm, which I filled to the brim with spermicidal jellybefore squatting down to insert it in place. Robert was mesmerized by my preparations. His erectionarched noticeably as I held my vagina open with my left hand and inserted the folded diaphragm withmy right. I assume he had never seen a woman insert one before.With my diaphragm safely in place, protecting my fertile womb from an invasion by Roberts sperm, Ilay back on my bed as Robert approached me. Iresigned myself to accepting him without furtherprotestations.He approached me, pushing my legs back so my heels were touching my ass, and he slowly spreadmy knees and climbed between my legs, his penis bobbing impatiently in anticipation of finding itshome. The head of his penis had no trouble finds my opening this time, all of the petting and touchinghad my vagina open and ready, and my own wetness and the spermicidal jelly allowed him to slideright in. His girth was more than I was used to, but in my highly aroused state, I could accommodatethe thickness. But his length took a little bit of work.“Oh baby, you are a very big man. I am not used to anyone your size,” I cautioned. “You arestretching me. Please be gentle, go slowly. You don’t want to hurt me.”Realizing that I had agreed to allow my stepson to enter me, I gave up all thought of resisting. Iwrapped my legs around him, my heals propped against his firm ass, allowing him full access to myvagina.He slowed down a bit and took a dozen or more slow strokes, going a bit deeper each time until I hadall of him inside me. I was very, very full; fuller than I had ever been before. And I was very aroused.While I knew this was wrong in many ways, I could not deny the incredible response I had to mystepson’s advances and attention.With my legs straddling his torso, Robert began fucking me slowly and deeply. He would pull all theway out before plunging in slowly and fully. He fucked me like this for several minutes, bringing me tothe edge but not pushing me over.Robertthen raised my legs over his shoulders. My ass was now high in the air and my ankles were upnext to Robert’s ears. No one had ever fucked me in this position before.In this position he had me totally exposed and totally vulnerable. He looked down, watching his penisenter and withdraw from me with obvious admiration and pride. The head of his penis was striking myg-spot with each deep thrust, driving me closer and closer to orgasm.My moans grew louder and my breathing quickened. I knew I was going to cum, something I seldomdid during intercourse, or any other time for that matter.“Baby, you are going to make your mommy cum again tonight… baby, fuck me… faster!”With my feet high over his shoulders, Robert gave me everything he had, which was all I could take,with every pounding thrust. With each thrust, I felt his balls slap against my upturned ass, and histhighs made a loud smacking sound against me. I was moaning loudly now, encouraging him to fuckme hard, to drive me to orgasm.”Oh god, baby… fuck me… fuck me hard… you’re going to make me cum!” I was almost screamingnow as I felt my orgasm approaching.I spread myself as wide as I could, taking all of him. I came, and I came. My orgasm, my upwardmovements to meet each of his thrusts, and my incoherent moans pushed Robert over the edge aswell. He buried himself deep in my womb and my baby released his seed inside me.I lay there, pinned underneath my stepson, panting, relishing the after flow of my orgasm, as I feltRobert’s large penis pulsing deep in me as he spurted time and time again.Now some women claim they can feel the semen itself hitting their vagina walls. I could not. ButRobert’s constant pushing as deep as he could and the definite throbbing of his cock inside me leftme no doubt that he was filling me with ropes and ropes of his cum. I lay there, my feet and my asshigh in the air accepting every bit of my stepson’s warm seed. We had crossed the final barrier, or soI thought. Neither of us said anything as we remained coupled together, panting, trying to recover ourcomposure and breath.”Robert, would you take my boots off for me? They are a bit uncomfortable.”He smiled and took hold of one leg, unzipped the boot and slowly pulled it from my leg, all the whilewe remained coupled with Robert’s cockdeep inside of me. I felt his cock actually throb and thickenas he performed this task. He was growing larger inside my as he wrestled to pull my boot off. Hethen repeated the exercise on my other leg, tossing the boots on the floor.I do not know why, but to me, this act was one of the sexiest moments I have ever experienced in mylife. It is hard to explain, I am not sure I fully understand it myself. But having my stepson removingmy boots, one at a time, while we laid coupled together, my legs over his shoulders, my ass high inthe air while his large firm penis continued to pulse deep inside of me, continued to drain the lastdrops of his seed into me, was an initmacy, closeness, tenderness between my stepson andme that Iwill always cherish. I have never been more content, more fulfilled or happier than I was lying there,coupled withRobert as he removed my boots after giving me one of the greatest orgasms of my life!Robert leaned forward and kissed me, more gentle and loving than passionate; and then he slowlywithdrew from me. I could feel my vagina spasm as he did, trying to adjust to the absence of his penisthat was stretching it so fully only moments before.My pussy seemed strangely empty, and started a series of contractions that felt to me that it waslooking for something to hold on to. Robert stared at my gaping pussy momentarily, watching thewhite globs of his semen trickle out of my opening and down the crack of my ass for a moment. I feltso very exposed, but also very sexy and desirable.”Baby, you made me cum so hard. Thank you.”Robert rolled on his back next to me, and then pulled me close, and we cuddled silently, my headresting on his chest, listening to his heart racing until I fell asleep.I was awakened several hours later with Robert fondling my pussy. Having awakened with anerection, Robert was looking for a place to put it. As he inserted a finger into my pussy he said withamazement, “My god, you are still wet, Mom”.“Baby, that’s you. That’s your semen you left in me earlier” I explained.He seemed to like that thought and climbed on top of me, gliding into me easily this time, his path stillwell lubricated from his previous visit. This time, there was less passion and it was slower and moregentle. Although I did not climax this second time, this gentle love making was just as enjoyable, as Itook my stepson’s ejaculation deep inside me for the second time in one evening, knowing mydiaphragm was still secure.I had moved past the horror of what I was doing temporarily, blocking the guilt for this brief moment,savoring the experience as I allowed my stepson to fuck me again.

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