I knew my scent was obvious. Bryan had to smell my arousal; I could smell my own scent.
I wanted to touch him, take him into my mouth, lay back and let him enter me.
But I knew I could not do that. I knew that while watching my stepson masturbate was terribly wrong, and taking his erection into my hand to clean off he globs of semen was far over the line, I had not actually committed a sin.
I had not actually engaged in sexual activity with my stepson. I had watched him jack off, and the sight had aroused me more than I can describe; but I had not lost my soul, yet.
"Bryan, we better get some sleep. We have a full day of driving tomorrow. Albuquerque is still a long way off." I tried to sound normal and casual, pretending nothing had changed between us as I released his rigid cock.
I climbed into the other bed and turned off the lights. Bryan remained on top of his covers, lying there silently for the moment.
With the light from the parking lot steaming through the motel curtains to our room, I could see Bryan's silhouette lying on top of his bed. His penis was still erect as he lay there, his chest still heaving as he recovered from his 'self induced orgasm'.
God, I was so aroused. I needed to touch myself...I needed to cum...I needed a release...I started to slowly masturbate under the covers...
I lay on my back and pulled the covers up. Silently my fingers found my clitoris. In the dark silence of the room, I began slowly rubbing small circles on my erect and sensitive nubbins. I needed a release. If I could keep from moaning, I felt that I could achieve my orgasm without Bryan detecting what I was doing.
After just a minute or two, I heard Bryan stir. He got up and approached my bed. I froze, not sure what he was doing, not sure how to react.
Bryan started to climb into bed with me. The room was dark, but I could see his silhouette against the glow of the parking lot lights through the curtains covering the window. He was still naked. His semi-erect penis swayed boldly in front of him as he approached me. "Baby, what are you doing?" I asked with a slight panic in my voice.
"I want to be close to you. I want to hold you and cuddle with you before we go to sleep," he replied as he climbed under the covers.
"Oh baby, that is not a good idea. We have already done things we probably should not have done. We are asking for trouble if we sleep in the same bed." My voice did not seem convincing to even me. I was trying to be good; but I knew this was a very dangerous moment. My heart pounded in my chest with fear and excitement.
"I just want to hold you for a moment. I will go back to my own bed before we fall asleep." It sounded innocent, but we both knew it was not. My fingers were still touching my clitoris, but my movements had stopped as I processed what was happening. I said nothing.
I was still wearing my t-shirt, but nothing else.
Bryan's naked form slid under the covers next to me. Not sure what to do, or how to react, I slowly turned on my side, placing my back towards my stepson. Bryan moved in to spoon me, draping his arm around me. He pulled me close; I could feel his penis begin to throb to life against my bare backside. I felt paralyzed, unable to move. Bryan moved his hand down my shoulders and arm, massaging and rubbing my arm and shoulder, slowly encroaching on the side of my breasts.
I felt dizzy, confused, unsure of what to do; actually not even sure what I could do. "Bryan, you must not do this. Please, this is not right." My voice cracked as I spoke. But I did not try to remove his hand. And I did not lower my arm to block his access to my breast. I just laid there motionless, allowing my stepson to stroke the side of my breast.
"Brenda, it is okay. I just want to me near you, to touch you. I love you so much." And I knew he did. I could feel the love in his voice and his touch. And I was deeply in love with my stepson too.
I did not respond, silently trying to determine what I should do. Bryan's hand slowly, tentatively slid down the side of my breast on top of my cotton t-shirt, and found my very erect nipple. He began to fondle my nipple through the cotton material as I tried to stifle my moan.
"Oh baby, please, don't..." I said in a weak protest. I brought my hand up and took hold of his fingers which were teasing my nipple. I intended to remove his hand from my breast, but I didn't. I simply held his hand in place against my breast. I could not seem to muster the strength to actually pull his hand from my breast; the contact was simply too pleasurable. I could not bring myself to make him stop. God forgive me, I needed my stepson's touch at that moment.
Bryan slowly started to move his hand away from my breast, sliding his hand down my flat, tight stomach. I grabbed his hand and held it, preventing him from reaching his target. Bryan then simply said, "I love you Brenda. Please let me touch you. Please."
"Oh Bryan, I can't. It is not right. We can't do this," I said, almost crying, my voice shaking.
"Please, Brenda. Please."
I remained silent for fifteen seconds or so. In a strange way, I felt like I was not even in control of my own body; I felt like I was outside watching this surreal situation unfold. I felt that I was more of an observer than a participant.
I slowly released his hand despite knowing we should not do this. And as I released Bryan's hand, I knew that I was going to permit my stepson to touch me, to touch me in the most intimate manner, in a manner that stepsons should never touch their stepmothers.
Bryan found the hem of my t-shirt and slowly slid his hand underneath to explore the area between my thighs. My stepson quickly discovered that I was not wearing any panties and that my vagina was wet and unprotected.
He found the wet opening of my vulva and from there, his fingers move up slightly where he discovered my stiff and erect clitoris. I could not help but moan as he gently rubbed my clit. I parted my legs slightly to allow him better access. His penis pulsed harder into my backside.
With Jim away on an extended construction job in Alaska, it had been months - many months - since I had been with a man, or been touched like this. I was responding like a woman who had been starved sexually.
I knew I shouldn't be allowing any of this, but God help me, I felt powerless to resist. I wanted - no, actually, I needed - his touch. His fingers moved from my clitoris to my vaginal opening, and he inserted two fingers inside of me. From this angle, reaching around in front of me from behind me, he was only able to enter me a couple of inches but he was stimulating the opening of my vagina.
My vagina was opening, dilating wider and wider. His fingers and my vulva were making a distinct sloshing sound, making my lubrication leak out of me.
I could smell the faint aroma of my arousal as my lubrication coated my vulva and upper thighs. Could Bryan also pick up on my scent?
I was clutching my pillow while rocking my hips and moaning. Bryan removed his fingers briefly and rolled me on my back. He then climbed between my legs and opened my vulva again with his fingers. He had a completely unobstructed view of my vaginal opening. From this position and this angle, his fingers were able to penetrate me much more deeply.
Bryan soon had two fingers inside me, massaging my womb. His fingers were curled forward, rubbing the front wall of my uterus, touching my g-spot, driving me closer and closer to my orgasm. I was hugging the pillow to my chest, moaning loudly as I humped against his probing fingers buries deep inside me. I knew I was going to cum, and I needed my release.
After several minutes of taking me to the brink, Bryan suddenly withdrew his fingers from my pussy, and stood up. I had been on the verge of a massive climax, just moments away from cumming violently with Bryan's fingers inside me. I cried out in frustrated desperation as he removed his fingers.
I wanted to cum; I needed to cum. I wanted him to finish the job he had started. I cried out in frustration, "Oh baby, don't stop. Please, touch me...I am so close...please finish me off..." my voice shaking in frustrated excitement.
I was begging my stepson to finger me again. Bryan knew how close he had me. I could feel my face, neck and chest burn as the reddened with my shame.
I lay there panting, my breasts heaving; frustrated by being so close, but denied my release by my stepson. Despite the fact that Bryan was no longer touching me, I continued rocking my hips involuntarily, humping against the air in frustrated arousal as I could feel my juices leaking out of me. I needed a release. I wanted him to resume touching me; to finish me!
I glanced down to see that Bryan had unobstructed view of my gaping pussy as knelt between my legs. My wetness was visible as it leaked out of me. I could smell the faint scent of my arousal, as could Bryan. I was in heat. He had aroused me more than I could ever remember. I was his.
Kneeling between my legs, Bryan studied my wet opening with interest; and his erection waved proudly in front of him, rigidly pointing up. I could not deny the attraction I felt at that moment for this incredibly attractive young man...who also happened to also be my stepson. I think I would have done anything for him at that moment; he owned me!
Bryan climbed forward, and took the pillow from my clutches, tossing it aside. He leaned towards me, and he kissed me deeply and passionately, exploring my mouth with his tongue. It was our first kiss as lovers. It was a tender, beautiful and passionate kiss. He parted my lips with his tongue, and I opened my mouth to accept his probing tongue as I felt his erection pressing firmly against my vulva. I will never forget that kiss, and the intimacy surrounding it. It is the most passionate, memorable kiss of my life. I will cherish that moment, when Bryan and I explored each others' mouths with our tongues for the first time, with his penis pressing firmly against my clitoris, forever.
Our tongues played tag like love struck teenagers for several minutes as I humped my vulva against his erection. I was in love...as perverse as it sounds; at that moment, I was 'in love' with my stepson (and I still am).
He broke our passionate kiss for an instant to say, "I love you so much," and then resumed kissing me, exploring my mouth with his tongue.
It had been so very long since I had been kissed passionately like that. Despite the fact I knew all of this was terribly wrong, I kissed him back with all the passion I had. I do not ever remember being so aroused, or so in need of a release.
Slowly, he started to position his hips so that his head of his erect penis was searching for my opening. I felt the head of his rigid cock bumping against me, searching anxiously for its home. I felt his penis pulsing against the outer folds of my vagina, searching for a home.
I was beyond any reason at that moment, totally consumed by frustration and lust. I wanted him to take me, to impale me with his large boner, to fuck me deeply and totally. I was about to allow my stepson to enter me; to couple with me. I was prepared to let my stepson fuck me.
Then suddenly I remembered that I was not on any birth control, just as Bryan was about to enter me! Jim had a vasectomy, and I did not need to be on the pill. Oh, my God, I could not let this happen! As much as I wanted my stepson to take me, this was a risk we could not take.
Momentarily shocked back to reality from the pressure of his cock head moving to the inner folds of my vulva, I lifted my hips and recoiled. I was struck by the panic of knowing he was going to try to fuck me "bareback". And, I had almost let him do so.
"No! Bryan. Baby, no! We definitely cannot do that." I was emphatic. I found an assertive tone I had previously not been able to summon.
"Relax. It will be fine. I promise," he said arching his pelvis up in another attempt to enter me. Despite my trying pull away from him, his large boner was finding its way into the first folds of my outer lips.
I pulled away again from Bryan's searching viper as it sought to enter me. "No, baby. I am not even on the pill. You cannot fuck me. You just can't."
Bryan tried to calm and reassure me. "Brenda, I won't cum in you. I promise. I just want to be inside you for a moment." And he began to press forward again. I could feel the head of his penis searching again, only this time he found my opening. My wetness was making entry far too easy.
I try to resist again, but pinned on my back as I was, I was only able to move slightly. The head of his penis was inside my vulva, barely inside me; but inside nonetheless.
"No baby. Not like this. Please, not like this." I was almost crying now. The panic and fear were evident in my every word. I did not know if he could stop himself at this point.
"Bryan, please. At least use a condom. Please, it will only take a second. Then you can have me, I promise."
Tears were starting to stream down my cheeks as I feared my stepson was too aroused to think rationally at this moment; I feared he would take me unprotected. I was praying he would come to his senses as I felt his throbbing erection pulsing just barely inside me.
With the head of his penis at the very opening of my vagina, actually just inside me a bit, Bryan paused for a few seconds that seemed an eternity. I felt his erection pulsing an inch inside me, as I waited to see if he could resist impaling me fully.
Bryan then asked, "You have some condoms?" I could distinctly feel the constant pulsing of the head of his cock barely inside me. I wondered if he was leaking any trace seminal fluid into me while we were debating this issue.
"There is a Walgreens directly across the street from the hotel...It will only take me a minute to run over and get some..." I pleaded with panic in my voice as I waited for him to decide.
