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Introduction:

As you may know from the first eight chapters, almost two years ago, my stepson, Robert came to New York to spend the summer with me. At the time, I was living in a one bedroom, split level flat in Manhattan. Robert slept on the couch in the living room. I slept upstairs on the loft.

One night, I came downstairs for a drink of water. I wore my typical nighttime attire, an oversized t-shirt and my panties.

It was after midnight. I saw Robert in the small study sitting at the computer, his back to me. He was wearing headphones and he was watching pornography on my computer while slowly masturbating. It was am amazingly erotic sight.

I knew at the time that should quietly return upstairs without disturbing my stepson. I knew I should leave him to privately complete his objective. But instead, I stood there in the shadows, mesmerized by this erotic sight. It was as if I could not force myself to leave before I saw him ejaculate.

I am ashamed to admit this, but I became so aroused at the sight of him pumping his erection with his fist that as I stood there in the darkness, I raised the hem of my t-shirt slightly and quietly slid my fingers inside my panties and began touching my erect clitoris as I watched.

I watched intently for several minutes silently rubbing my little nubbins, hoping to witness Robert's orgasm.

Some movement or reflection must have alerted Robert to my presence, because without warning, he swung around and saw me standing there with my hand in my panties stimulating myself.

He confronted me.

I was mortified at being caught. Despite my denials, Robert knew what he saw. And the bright crimson embarrassment that burned across my face and neck as Robert repeatedly asked me what I was doing back there in the hallway removed any doubt; it was plainly obvious that I knew I'd been caught.

I finally escaped back to my bedroom and prayed that this incident would never be mentioned again. I was not so fortunate.

Robert insisted that we revisit the incident the next evening over dinner, which led to a discussion about masturbation. During that discussion, I acknowledged that masturbation was normal and healthy. Under further questioning, I admitted that I too masturbate occasionally, or at least attempt to do so.

My statement that I 'attempt' to masturbate started an entirely new line of questioning; one that led to me admitting that I have a difficult time reaching a climax, and often give up before I achieve the desired goal.

I am not sure how he did it, but Robert pressured me into discussing a number of personal things, many of which were far too intimate for a normal parent-child discussion. He posed questions in a manner that got me to reveal things about myself that I had never revealed to anyone else.

He pressured me into discussing how I masturbate. I admitted that I usually just rub my clitoris. He even got me to admit that on occasion, I have inserted a device to achieve an orgasm. I used the term 'device'. I was too embarrassed to utter the words 'vibrator' or 'dildo'.

By the end of dinner, I was exhausted. I felt like a witness who had been interrogated thoroughly. And I was beyond embarrassed. But I answered Robert's questions honestly. He was correct, if masturbation was a normal and healthy activity, I should be willing to discuss it like an adult.

But clearly a barrier between us had been broken. Robert felt very comfortable discussing aspects of our sexuality that made me very uneasy. Yet, I must admit, these conversations stimulated me in some strange way.

After dinner, while Robert rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, I changed into my normal sleeping attire, an oversized t-shirt and my panties. It was neither revealing nor inappropriate. I considered changing my normal routine and not changing into my t-shirt for bed, but I reasoned that was silly. We had a discussion about masturbation, nothing more. It would be ridiculous for me to alter the routine I had because of our dinner conversation.

Robert was wearing gym shorts and a form fitting t-shirt as well.

I returned to the living room where Robert was loading the blue-ray player. He had rented a movie, 'Mandingo', for us to watch together. Mandingo was a racy, R-rated film about the south in pre-civil war times. It was about slavery, and had a series of very steamy interracial sex scenes. These scenes were far more explicit than I was expecting or with which I was comfortable.

Robert's was growing noticeably aroused as we watched the wife of the plantation owner enjoying being 'pleasured' by one of the large muscular black slaves on the plantation. Her moaning as the large black slave fucked her on the screen was difficult to ignore. Her line 'pleasure me Mandingo!' sent a chill through me. Yes, I was becoming aroused too, but my arousal was slightly less obvious than the huge tent that formed in the front of Robert's gym shorts.

Robert began stroking himself, subtly at first. But as the action on the screen got more explicit, Robert became more obvious in his actions. I knew that I should leave. I was sufficiently aroused that I knew I could 'get there' tonight in the privacy of my bedroom with minimum effort.

But something kept me from leaving. The scene unfolding in front of me was too tempting. And I am not referring to the scene on the screen. Watching Robert brazenly masturbate was too intoxicating. I could not force myself to leave. I wanted to witness his ejaculation before I went to my bedroom to bring myself off.

I remember him reaching into his gym shorts to touch himself, skin-to-skin and looking directly at me and saying, "So mom, how about it. Will you join me? It's normal and healthy, right?"

I remember Robert pulling off his t-shirt and tossing it on the couch next to me. His muscular chest and shoulders were strangely appealing to me despite the fact that I knew these thoughts were totally inappropriate.

"Come on mom, join me. It's normal and healthy, remember?" he urged a second time as he stroke his huge erection. My breathing was labored from the involuntary arousal at this sight. I felt like I was not in control of my actions. It had been years since I had seen a man's erection. I had never before witnessed a man masturbating.

Initially I refused. However, I am ashamed to admit this, but after protesting and refusing to join in several times, I relented. I could feel myself blush deeply as I began to touch myself through the material of my panties as I watched Robert pump his huge erection in his fist.

I resisted the urge to reach inside my panties and touch myself skin-to-skin, but I did touch myself on the outside of my panties as Robert watched and masturbated.

I could not climax, but I got close. Then suddenly, Robert stiffened and groaned, and ejaculated rope upon rope of white, translucent semen across his belly. It remains the most erotic image I have ever witnessed. The scent of his semen filled the room. I was dizzy with lust. I have never been so aroused.

I should have politely left at that point, gone to my bedroom, and gotten myself off. I could have cum very quickly. I am ashamed to admit, I did not do that.

Instead, I got up, got a warm, wet wash cloth, returned and cleaned the semen from my stepson's tight abdomen and took his semi-rigid penis in my warm cloth and wiped it clean. I even took a small dollop of the ejaculate and brought it to my nose and inhaled his scent while he watched.

His penis grew rigid under my touch. As his penis throbbed back to life, I simply could not release it. I continued to gently massage it under the guise of wiping it clean. But Robert and I both knew that after five seconds of wiping his penis, I was now intentionally stimulating him.

"Is this okay, baby?" I asked.

"Oh god yes."

Soon he was touching me. I froze when his hand touched my thigh, but I reasoned, I cannot be offended by Robert touching me while I have his penis in my hand.

I kept my thighs together. Robert pried them apart saying, "I just want to feel your arousal, mom."

I relented again, and slowly separated my knees, giving him access outside my panties.

Without removing my panties, he pulled the leg aside and fingered me. He knelt in front of me and kissed and sucked my erect clitoris driving me to the most powerful orgasm of my life.

Robert then persuaded me to relieve his erection orally. That night Robert became only the second man to make me cum, and the first man whose sperm I ever swallowed.

I was so embarrassed and ashamed of my behavior.

It had been three years since I had had an orgasm with another human being. The last person with whom I had shared an orgasm was Robert's father before our divorce.

Upon reaching my orgasm, with Robert's mouth on my clitoris and his fingers deep inside my vagina, I began sobbing uncontrollably. I was overtaken with guilt and remorse. I continued to cry uncontrollably for several minutes as Robert tried in vain to console me.

I eventually went to my bedroom and tried to reconcile my sin. I cannot describe the guilt I felt that night as I relived the experience over and over again, convinced that I had jeopardized my immortal soul by my careless actions.

The next day I continued to be tormented with an indescribable guilt. I returned home determined to never fall prey to this temptation again.

However, Robert had other ideas. Emboldened by my weakness of the previous night, Robert met me in the kitchen wearing only a towel. He had just emerged from the shower.

I tried to dissuade him, to tell him that the previous night had been a tragic mistake. He was undeterred. I remember the next few minutes like they were yesterday. Robert stepped back from me, dropped the towel in stood in front of me naked and told me to watch.

I stood there mesmerized as he slowly became erect with no physical contact. Pulse by pulse, his penis grew hard to its full seven inches and stood proudly in front of him.

"How did you do that?" I asked in wonderment.

"Mom, I simply thought about you. If just thinking about you affects me this way, hw can it be wrong. My body would not react this way if it was wrong."

I knew his logic was flawed, but I had no answer.

Robert then knelt in front of my an slowly ran his hand up my inner thigh. I grabbed his hand and stopped its progress, "No Robert, don't. We mustn't."

"Mom, I just want to see if you are experiencing the same reaction I am. If you do not react like I do, I will leave you alone, I promise."

I cannot explain why I did it, but I released his hand and allowed my stepson to reach under my dress and feel my wetness. I stood there shamefully and allowed Robert to touch me. I stood there, in my kitchen, motionless as he slowly pulled my panties down, and returned his hand under my skirt and allowed him to finger me while I braced myself on his broad shoulders. I held on to him, balancing myself as I squatted to give my stepson full access to my wet and dilated vagina.

Yes, that night, he pressured me into allowing him to touch me, and then enter me. My only victory was that I did convince him to allow me to install my diaphragm first.

He made me cum several times that evening. I never had any control after that.

I seemed physically unable to deny that boy anything. And he sensed my weakness. He seemed to know better than I did that with sufficient persuasion, I would submit to his desires. I was lonely. And I craved the affection and attention far more than the sex, making me so very vulnerable to his seduction.

After allowing him to enter me, and ejaculate inside me, there was no turning back. He became my lover. I was not able to dissuade him. He now owned me.

And I cannot deny, I liked being owned this way.

And as you would expect, Robert shared my bed with me the rest of the summer. We fell into a routine of sorts. Every day, before I came home from work, I would insert my diaphragm, even after I was taking oral contraceptives and the pill was supposed to be adequate protection. I simply could not risk getting pregnant by my stepson.

I believe we made love virtually every night, often more than once. Even when I was menstruating, Robert still wanted me and had me. Robert found a sturdy, plastic step-stool that he placed in the shower when I was menstruating. He would have me stand on the first step and fuck me from behind, while the warm shower washed away any evidence of my period. I would face the shower wall, bracing myself against the tile as Robert pounded me from behind.

I never was able to climax like this, but the fact that Robert wanted me, or perhaps needed me, even when I was on my period was very flattering to me. I have never felt as sexy or desirable as I did with my stepson.

I have never been fucked so often or so well in my life as I was that summer.

Occasionally, I was met in my kitchen by a naked young man sporting a raging hard-on as I enjoyed my coffee before work. Robert’s standard joke became, “May I offer you some cream with that ma’am?” as he entered the kitchen expecting his good morning blow job before I left for work.

I never refused him. I doubt I ever could.

We took a wonderful vacation over Fourth of July in the Adirondacks. We will both always cherish the memory of those four days when we could behave like a couple in public.

During that trip, Robert convinced me to wear 'ben wa balls' inside my vagina while we went horse back riding at the Circle B ranch. The two ben wa balls would click and clack together with every trotting step the horse would make. I tried not to cum, but the banging and clacking of those two vibrating spheres inside me proved to be far too much. I struggled to remain in the saddle as a massive orgasm overtook me. To my horror, the orgasm caused my vagina to 'gush' in a manner it never had before, soaking the crotch of my jeans with a noticeable wet spot. I was so embarrassed dismounting in front of Danny, our guide, as he looked at the dark wetness in the crotch of my jeans. I don't know if he thought I wet myself or what. (see chapter 8 for the details of what occurred that day.)

To this day, every time Robert discusses seeing me climax on horseback, with the 'ben wa balls' banging away inside my vagina, he gets aroused. 

 Later that summer, he talked me into renting a motorcycle one Saturday. At Robert's insistence, I inserted the ben wa balls for our motorcycle ride together. We drove along Shore Road with me clinging to Robert on the back of the Harley, with 'ben wa balls' clicking and clacking inside me, and the vibration of the two-cycle motor sending waves of pleasure through me.

Once I started cumming, I could not stop. I just hung on, clinging to Robert as climax after climax quaked through my core. I was begging for him to stop, to let me come down, but he drove on. I actually think I had a ten minute orgasm! By the time he finally pulled off the expressway and let me dismount, I was shaking and dizzy.

I lost count, but I swear I had seven or eight orgasms on the back of the motorcycle before he let me stop. I still get wet just thinking about that afternoon.

Yes, Robert’s creativity, sexual energy and endurance was of mythical proportions. I know he was nineteen. Well, actually he turned twenty in early August. But even on an ‘age adjusted basis’ he had more stamina and drive than anyone I have ever heard about either personally or from literature. Robert continued to tell me it was me that inspired this level of performance.

Despite all my misgivings about the nature of our relationship, I found his attention and sexual prowess deeply emotionally fulfilling on some level. But my massive guilt did not abate.

By the end of the work week, I would actually feel sleep deprived; having been awakened multiple times in the wee hours of the morning by Robert's massive boner. At least two, sometimes three times during a week, Robert would take me between one o'clock and four o'clock in the morning, leaving my vagina sloppy with his semen oozing out of me.

I loved it. It was flattering to be the center of his sexual universe, but it was exhausting as well. I knew it would end soon with his return to college so I endured the fatigue, and enjoyed the attention.

I came to accept the fact that for him, this was beautiful and proper; and nothing I could ever do we change his mind. For me, it was a matter of dealing with a hideous mistake I had made at the beginning of the summer in a manner that minimized additional harm to my stepson and our relationship.

Yes, the enormously sensual pleasure of our carnal relationship was exciting and satisfying, but, on some deep level, I honestly believe I would have given all that up if I could return to a time when I was not sleeping with, and being fucked by my stepson.

Perhaps I was being naïve. Perhaps, if given the choice, I would have chosen the love, affection and carnal pleasure that Robert and I shared. Who knows?

About a week before he was scheduled to fly back to the West Coast and return to college, Robert asked, “Mom, now that the summer is almost over, do you still think what we having been doing is wrong? Do you still regret us becoming intimate?”

“Robert, I have enjoyed our intimacy more than you can imagine. You have stirred emotions in me that I did not know existed. You have given me pleasure that I did not think was possible. And you have touched me in places I did not know I had….literally, you have touched me more deeply than I thought possible”.

Robert smiled at the last comment indicating the pun was not lost on him. I paused and then continued, “but baby, yes, I do think what we did was wrong. I do regret letting this happen. I regret not having more control and more restraint than to have let this ‘cat out of the bag’ in the first place.”

My comments, though truthful, obviously hurt Robert.

“I wish you did not feel that way, Mom.”

“Robert, after all we have been through, all we have shared and all we have done, I feel that above all we need to be honest with ourselves. And I fear that our intimacy will harm you; if not today, some day. I fear that the events of this summer will interfere with you having the relationships you deserve as a grown man. I fear that our relationship, while being very close and caring, lacks the innocence that a relationship between a mother and stepson should.”

I took his hands in mine, and said, “And I am so very sorry for any pain any of this ever causes you.”

“Mom, you did not do anything wrong. In fact, you never had a chance. It was me, not you, who made this happen. I was the only one who could have stopped this.”

“No, I am the adult…” I started to interrupt.

Robert stopped me, “Mom, no disrespect, but as intelligent and assertive as you are at work; you are submissive in relationships. Once I realized that you really could not say 'no', that you could not resist a strong male for whom you had strong feelings, I knew I could have you if I wanted. And I wanted you. You never had a chance.”

After several moments of silence, Robert asked, “Mom, do you think something can be wrong and still be beautiful?”

I pondered his question for several moments before responding, “Perhaps it can. I do not know. I need to think about that. But that does seem to describe what we have been doing.”

To this day, I wonder if Robert is right; did I ever have a chance to avoid this situation? And I still ponder whether something could be both wrong and beautiful.

I missed him terribly when he left to return to the university. He left an enormous emotional void.

Upon returning to school, Robert quickly met a lovely young woman, Elizabeth. The two of them became serious and soon were an exclusive couple. I suspected that Elizabeth might be the one.

When Robert visited me at Christmas and during a brief stays during the summer, Elizabeth was with him, so there was not an opportunity to be alone. On one hand, I missed the intimacy and closeness Robert and I had shared that summer.

However, in a very real sense, I was relieved. I cannot begin to describe the guilt I endured knowing that I had shared a bed with my stepson. And while it was true that Robert was the instigator and pursued the relationship relentlessly that summer, I was the adult, the parent. I was the one who should have been strong enough to resist the wicked temptation of sleeping with my stepson. 

All summer, I felt an agonizing fear that my weakness might permanently harm Robert. I feared that because of the emotional entanglement with me, Robert might find it difficult to establish a meaningful relationship with someone his own age, and who was a more suitable sex partner than I was.

The fact that he and Elizabeth were still a couple more than a year later help alleviate some of that fear, and with it, removed a small amount of the guilt I continue to carry.

Chapter Nine: They get engaged!

I was lying in bed reading. It was my nightly ritual. I read until I became sufficiently drowsy to fall asleep. The phone startled me. I looked at the clock; it read 10:07 p.m.

Who would be calling me at this hour? I looked at the caller ID and saw it was Robert. He was calling from college on the west coast.

"Robert?"

"Mom?"

"Robert is everything oaky?"

It was out of character for him to call this late, certainly out of character to call after ten o'clock on a week night.

"Mom, everything is fine. In fact it is great. Mom, I'm engaged. Elizabeth said yes."

"Oh, Robert, that's wonderful. I'm very happy for you. I only met her that one time, but she seemed like a lovely girl. Have you set a date?"

"We are thinking about getting married in June, after graduation. The wedding would be here in Palo Alto."

Robert and I chatted for a few minutes longer before he asked the question he really wanted to ask, "Mom, are you okay with this?"

"Oh, Robert, of course I am. I am thrilled for you and Elizabeth. I really am. I'm a little surprised you would think I would feel anything except joy at this news."

"Just checking. Mom, Elizabeth's uncle wants to throw us an engagement party. Would you be willing to fly out here to meet her family?"

"Of course I would. When is the party?"

"We have not picked a date. I insisted that we hold off and see what your schedule is."

"Robert, pick a date and I will make it work. I'll be there."

I did not know Elizabeth well, but everything I knew about her, I liked.

She was the daughter of a military officer who was tragically killed in the line of duty. He was deployed to Afghanistan when his vehicle encountered a roadside bomb. He did not survive the attack. I understood from Robert that his death, which occurred when Elizabeth was sixteen, struck her particularly hard. Actually, Robert had told me that he was her stepfather; she never actually met her biological father.

It would be understandable if such a loss would have derailed this young woman; but rather than allow her loss to get her off track, she seemed to take the loss as a challenge to actually become the type of woman that would make her stepfather proud.

Elizabeth earned an academic scholarship to the same west coast college that Robert attends. She is scheduled to graduate with her degree in electrical engineering in May. 

I understood that her uncle largely assumed the role of the father figure in her life as well as her brother's life since their father's death. Robert told me that her uncle largely held the family together while her mother, her stepbrother and Elizabeth grieved and dealt with their loss.

I was looking forward to getting to know my future in-laws.

On the other hand, these events would place me in the same room with my ex-husband, Jim, for the first time since our divorce. I was a bit uncomfortable seeing my ex-husband. Jim was in a committed relationship. He had been living with a much younger woman and her two children for the past few years. As you would expect, she was also gorgeous.

I have not been in any serious relationship since my divorce. I seldom even dated. The only serious relationship I have had was the summer I spent as Robert's lover; and I'm pretty sure that doesn't count.

No, I would be uncomfortable around Jim and his significant other. And this troubled me.

Robert and Elizabeth selected the weekend before Thanksgiving for the dinner and family get together.

I left work a little early Thursday evening and headed directly to LaGuardia airport where I boarded United flight 1688 to Houston Georg Bush airport. I transferred to United flight 1181 to San Jose. We touched down at one o'clock a.m. local time. But my personal clock told me it was four a.m. in the wee hours of the morning. I was exhausted.

Robert and Elizabeth met me at the baggage claim. I receive a warm hug from Robert and then from Elizabeth. She seemed genuinely glad to see me. I could not help but like her.

Although I had met her before, I was still taken by her beauty. She was strikingly attractive and charming. She had a tall, athletic figure, with long blonde hair that she wore pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a form fitting pair of jeans and a tan t-shirt. I could not help notice her nipples were erect under her bra.

She had large green eyes and an engaging smile. Yes, Robert's fiancé had a cute, wholesome appearance that any woman would envy. Yet, she was sweet and genuine. Robert appeared to have captured the brass ring.

They drove me to my hotel, the Santa Clara Marriott. I said good night. Elizabeth pulled me aside and said, "I'd like to take you to lunch tomorrow. I really want to get to know you. I want us to be friends. I think we have more in common than you realize. Why don't you give me a call in the morning when you wake up. I will pick you up."

I agreed.

I woke up at ten thirty. I phoned Elizabeth and we agreed to meet in the lobby at noon.

Elizabeth arrived early and we went to the 'Character's Sports Bar and Grill'.

We were seated at a table surrounded by flat screen TV's, each showing some obscure sporting event. The choices were English rugby, Australian rules soccer and Canadian rules football.

I turned to this beautiful young woman and said, "I find it bizarre that the American male is more interested in rugby contest in England than the current events in the middle east;"

"I know. I don't understand it myself."

We ordered cocktails. I ordered a glass of merlot, Elizabeth ordered a cranberry juice and vodka cocktail.

I acknowledged to her, "Elizabeth, I want you to know, I am very pleased to have you as my 'to be' daughter-in-law. I think you are a lovely young woman."

"Thank you. I truly appreciate the compliment. I want you to know that I respect and admire you as well. Based on some things Robert has shared with me, you and I share more in common than you might expect."

I felt myself tense up at her words. Her comment both intrigued and concerned me. What had Robert shared with his fiancé?

"Interesting. Tell me more?"

"I know you and Robert have a special relationship. I am glad you are close. I am not threatened by it," Elizabeth stated casually.

I felt myself blush. What exactly was she saying? What had Robert told her?

I wanted to ask so many things, but decided to remain cautious.

"Robert is very special to me. He always has been. I just want him to be happy," I admitted honestly. I felt it was a candid, but innocent sounding answer.

Elizabeth smiled and offered, "I want that too. I am okay with the two of you remaining close." She took a sip of her cranberry and vodka cocktail and continued, "I have a bit of a confession. You and I have more in common that you might imagine."

I raised my eyebrows as if to invite her to continue, but I said nothing.

Elizabeth placed her hand on top of mine and confided, "After our dad was killed in Afghanistan, my brother and I became 'close' too. We were both an emotional wreck and we leaned on each other, perhaps more than we should have. What I am saying is that I understand how these things can happen. I understand how people might cling to each other when they are emotionally vulnerable in ways that society might frown upon."

I was speechless. I struggled with finding anything to say. I finally uttered, "Thank you for being so understanding."

Elizabeth then added, "Robert knows that Gary and I remain close. He accepts the fact that my stepbrother and I will always share an intimacy and closeness. I have told him that I understand his need to remain close to you. What I am saying is, you do not have to end your closeness because of me. I like knowing that you two continue to share this bond."

My head was spinning. I was embarrassed that Robert had shared our secret. I was relived that his fiancé was not appalled by the details of my relationship with my stepson. But most of all, I was intrigued by her willingness to allow it to continue.

"Does Robert know you are okay with this?"

"Yes, I told him I was meeting you for lunch. In fact, while you are here, I will make him available to you. I really do understand how you feel about him."

"I don't quite know what to say. Thank you, I guess. To be honest, I assumed once you two became a couple, that this chapter of my life was over. I had accepted that fact. Elizabeth, I want you to know that I am not proud that I ever allowed my relationship with Robert to become...well...intimate. It never should have happened."

Elizabeth interrupted me, "Cindy, I understand better than you how something innocent can slide into something more. Some day I may share with you how Gary and I accidently ended up being closer than we should have been. But I know that I needed him and he needed me at the time. I know that Robert and you needed each other too. I don't want to take that away from him. You are the only woman I will ever share him with. He will come see you tonight. Okay?"

I was dumbfounded. I simply said, "Thank you."

We finished our lunch and chatted, but I cannot remember what we discussed. My head was spinning from the fact that this lovely young woman knew my deepest, darkest secret, and was not appalled by it.

I had dinner with Elizabeth's family that night. The big party was not scheduled until tomorrow, so tonight was simply a casual get together. I met Elizabeth's mother and uncle. Her uncle was charming and intelligent. Throughout the evening, Elizabeth went out of her way to make me feel comfortable.

I was introduced to her stepbrother, Gary. It may have been my imagination, but I sensed a bit of tension between Gary and Robert. While he was cordial, Gary did not treat Robert as warmly as Elizabeth treated me. I wondered if Gary was feeling a twinge of jealousy now that his stepsister had found the love of her life?

Dinner broke up and Elizabeth and Robert drove me to the Marriott. We all got out of the car to say our goodbyes.

Elizabeth said, "Robert, give me the car keys. I want you to spend some time with your mother tonight. I will meet you two for breakfast in the morning before our first class. Take good care of her."

She gave him a nice kiss before turning to me and simply saying, "Enjoy yourself."

I hugged her and said, "Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me."

"Ah, but I actually think I do. I have to go spend some time with Gary. He's feeling a little threatened by my engagement. He feels like he is losing me."

Robert and I started walking through the lobby towards the elevator banks. My heart was racing. I was so nervous. I fumbled to the card key to open my room door. My hands were literally shaking. Robert took the card key from my hand and swiped, unlocking the door. I went in ahead of him.

I looked at Robert sheepishly and said, "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting this. Did you know she was going to suggest this?"

"Yes, we discussed it earlier today, after your lunch with her. She really likes you."

"Well, I certainly appreciate her gesture. Robert, are you sure about this? Are you sure you want to continue our relationship?"

"Mom, if Elizabeth insisted that you and I stop, I would try to be faithful, but I honestly do not know if I could stay away from you. And Elizabeth understands that. She actually has a similar situation with her stepbrother, Gary."

"I picked up on that over lunch today. So how did you two ever get on the subject of your and my relationship in the first place?"

I was a little bothered by the fact that Robert had discussed this with anyone else. I felt a betrayed despite the fact that because he had discussed it, I would get to spend the night with him tonight.

"When Elizabeth and I first starting getting serious, she told me she had something to tell me; something that could change how I feel about her. Honestly, I was scared. I did not know what she was going to tell me, and I was already falling in love with her."

I nodded, indicating he should continue. I listened silently.

"She confessed that in the immediate aftermath of her stepfather's death in Afghanistan, her mother sort of 'fell into the bottle' and was drinking heavily, every night. Gary and Elizabeth were left to fend for themselves and deal with their grief alone. Understandably, they turned to each other for comfort."

"Add in the fact that they shared a bathroom, and they were both sexually curious with virtually no experience...well...I think hormones and curiosity made the temptation too great. Elizabeth told me that it started out relatively innocent, mutual masturbation."

"Mom, the similarity between how you and I got drawn in and what happened between Elizabeth and her stepbrother is startling. Elizabeth told me that initially she just watched Gary masturbate, but that he wanted more, he wanted to touch her, and eventually make love to her."

"Elizabeth assures me that he never forced her, but he did pressure her. And she also told me that their intimacies were deeply emotional. It was not just physical. Mom, it was like she was telling me our story, only the players were different."

"She was crying as she told me, afraid that I would think she was a pariah of sorts, and I would break up with her over this."

I moved over towards Robert and hugged him was he talked. I wanted to hug that young lady too. I felt such a connection with her at this moment.

"Mom, I had to tell her I understood...that I understood completely...in fact, I had a similar story."

I squeezed Robert a bit harder, I felt such and affection for him at that moment. I felt his penis throb to life against my abdomen.

"Robert, I understand...under the circumstances, I probably would have told her about us too."

"Mom, that's when I knew, she was the woman for me. I knew at that moments, I was going to marry her."

"Robert, would you undress me? I want you t make love to me."

"Did you bring your diaphragm on the trip?"

"Of course I did. Wasn't going to caught by you without it. Would you like to help me insert it?"

"God yes," he said as he turned my around so that I was facing the mirror, and he unzipped my dress. I let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I was now wearing a shear pale blue matching bra and panty set and my high heel pumps.

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my nipples plainly visible, standing fully erect. The bra hooked in front, between my breasts. With my back still to him, Robert reached around cupped both my breasts before unhooking the clasp. I lowered my arms to allow him to remove my bra.

Robert reached over my shoulders and teased my exposed nipples as I leaned back against him. I had my hand behind me, massaging his cock through his jeans enjoying how it was growing stiff under my touch.

 Robert then slowly slid his hand down my flat stomach and into my panties. He found my erect clitoris and gently rubbed tiny circles around it as he kissed the back of my neck. I separated my legs to allow him better access as I moaned under his touch.

I could feel my wetness seeping out of me as he alternated between stimulating my erect 'little nubbins' and penetrating my opening with the very tips of his fingers.

"I like how smooth your vagina is."

"I shaved this afternoon, after lunch. I wanted to be ready, just in case..." I admitted.

I continued to reach back and feel his erection through the denim material of his jeans. "Oh god, how I have missed your penis, baby. I thought I might never get to experience it again."

"Mom, I've missed being with you too."

Robert kneeled behind me, and slowly pulled my panties down, exposing my round bottom and my shaven vulva. Kneeling he carefully guided the legs over my shoes, allowing me to step free. I was now naked in front of my stepson except for the four inch pumps.

He kissed my bottom several times, saying, "Mom, you have a beautiful ass. God I love the way your ass looks."

"Thank you, I guess." His compliment both pleased and embarrassed me.

Robert reached between my legs from behind, and with first one, then two fingers, he separated the lips of my labia and slowly penetrated me. I leaned forward to allow him to touch me this way. I glanced at myself in the mirror. It was a sexy sight.

Positioned as he was, he was able to reach up and curl his fingers to massage my g-spot.

I separated my legs as far as I could to allow him to penetrate me as deeply as possible. Standing like this in four inch heels was exceedingly difficult. I braced myself on the top to the dresser, arching my back to shove my ass high in the air while my stepson finger fucked me from behind.

"Oh god, Robert...it's been so long...oh god...you're going to make me cum...oh fuck, baby...that feels so good...please don't stop...oh fuck...right there..."

I was pushing back, I knew my orgasm was seconds away. Robert started massaging the front wall of my vagina more vigorously, pushing me over the edge. I came and came hard.

My entire body stiffened and shuttered as my climax rocked through me. I moaned loudly as Robert continued the internal massage.

Then suddenly, the emotions of being with Robert again hit me. I just lost it. I started crying softly. Tears running down my cheeks dripping on the dresser top.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, I'm just having a silly emotional release. I have missed you so much. I want you inside me now. I want you to make love to me. Would you do that for me?"

"Of course I will," he assured me as he withdrew his fingers from my dilated pussy and stood up, quickly unbuckling his belt and pulling his shirt off.

Robert was out of his clothes in seconds. There was a fervor in how quickly he stripped that assured me he wanted me as much as I needed him.

I be honest, part of me was concerned that once he had relations with Elizabeth, he would no longer desire this forty one year old body. After all, although I knew I was still a very attractive woman, Elizabeth was simply gorgeous.

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