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Bryan and I made it to Albuquerque two days before my dad passed away peacefully. We remained for the funeral and the family gatherings that followed. Those days remain a blur in my memory. Clearly, between my father's passing, the funeral and the family interactions, there were no opportunities for Bryan and me to be intimate; not that I wanted to be intimate under these circumstances.
The slight respite gave me some time to search my soul about the events of the past week without a heightened state of arousal clouding my judgment. I came to the conclusion that allowing my stepson into my bed was wrong by any measure. It was a mistake of epic proportions. I can give all the excuses in the world, but it was wrong.
However, I also realized that whatever harm was going to be inflicted on my stepson because of my weakness and emotional vulnerability was likely already done. Bryan had slept with his stepmother; there was no changing that fact. There was nothing I could do to undo my sin. The real question was, 'would it harm him further to continue this inappropriate relationship? Should I insist upon ending this relationship now, or could I let it continue?'
Then I thought about Jim. I had never before contemplated cheating on my husband; certainly not with his son. I knew that if Jim found out what I had done, my marriage would be over. I did love Jim, but honestly, I never experienced the intimacy with my husband that I enjoyed with Bryan. Jim's job took him away for months at a time, leaving me alone and lonely. When he was home, our love making was fairly rare, once a week maximum; and was fairly routine. Occasionally, I would climax with Jim, but more often than not, I was left to masturbate quietly after he came inside me, and fell asleep.
So how much harm would it cause Bryan if we continued our intimate relationship secretly, in the privacy of our home back in Chicago?
I honestly did not know the answer. I did know that I have never felt more fulfilled, content or loved that I felt when I lay in Bryan's arms, with his penis deep inside me following a mutual orgasm that we shared. Lying coupled together in post-coital bliss was pleasurable beyond words. I did not want to give up that feeling. I was not sure that I could give up the intimacy that my stepson and I had shared, even if I wanted to. The pleasure was too great, too fulfilling.
I also realized that regardless what I decided about continuing the physical aspect of my relationship with my stepson, neither Bryan nor I could be fully trusted to behave. The attraction was too strong, too intoxicating, too addictive. So I religiously took my oral contraceptive pill every day. I needed to be certain that I did not conceive my stepson's child. That was something I was not prepared to do.
But I did know that I should not be the aggressor. I should not initiate these encounters. If Bryan could resist the urge to try to fuck me, I knew I should not try to tempt him. Of this I was sure.
Three days following the funeral, we packed the car, said our goodbyes, and started the long drive home.
We left early, heading out of Albuquerque, heading east on I-40. Bryan slept most of the morning. We stopped for lunch and Bryan took his turn behind the wheel.
I took a nap while Bryan drove. I awoke mid afternoon. I looked over at my stepson and I wondered, 'What was Bryan's state of mind? What did he want or expect when we arrived home in Chicago?'
I would soon find out. Bryan broached the subject of our relationship. "Brenda, can we talk?"
"Sure honey. What's on your mind?" I asked somewhat nervously.
"What's going to happen when we get home? I mean, between us?"
"What do you mean, baby?" I asked trying to understand exactly what he was asking.
"Brenda, do we belong to each other?"
"Oh god, of course we do. You are my stepson. I love you in a way I will never love anyone else."
"No, Brenda, that is not what I mean." Bryan took a moment before continuing. "Do you belong to me? Are you mine? What happens when dad comes home?"
Bryan's question caught me off guard; no, it shocked me. I had not even contemplated that he would be jealous of his father and me being intimate. As a defense mechanism, I laughed and said, "Oh Bryan, you are absolutely adorable. I just love you."
It was an insensitive and condescending thing to say. Bryan's face flushed a bright crimson from embarrassment. His expression changed and he looked genuinely hurt. I struggled to find the right words to undo the hurt I had caused my stepson.
"Honey, some things happened on the trip down here that should not have happened. I think we were thrust into an unusual situation at a time when we were both very vulnerable; at least I was. My father was dying and your Dad was thousands of miles away. I needed to be close to someone who loved me. I turned to you. I shouldn't have. But I did. I am sorry for that," I said before pausing.
"So you did not enjoy it? Are you saying you don't want to be with me that way again?" Bryan responded, his voice quaking slightly as he struggled with his emotions. He was feeling an enormous sense of rejection at this moment.
I wanted to hold him, hug him, comfort him, but he was driving and I could do none of those things. I considered for a moment that if we were not traveling at 75 mile per hour on Interstate 40 at the moment, I would comfort him, which would lead to me taking him into my arms, which would lead to taking him inside me again. I decided it was good that I could not touch him at this moment. I did reach over and squeeze his thigh to reassure him of my deep affection for him.
I decided to be honest, at least mostly honest. "Bryan, what happened between us should not have happened. I was wrong to allow it to happen. But since you asked, I enjoyed it tremendously; both physically and emotionally. I will be guilt ridden for the rest of my life, but it was also the most beautiful experience I have ever had. I have never felt so loved, so satisfied or so content as I did lying in your arms, with your penis still inside me, after you gave me the most powerful and enjoyable orgasm I have ever experienced. Baby, I am an evil, wicked, sinful woman for saying this, but yes, I enjoyed making love to you."
He smiled broadly. "Are you going to allow me to do that to you again? Can we be together again?"
"Honey, I don't think we should. I want to share that with you, but I am afraid that I am harming you."
"Brenda, you are not. I promise you, you are not hurting me. I need you. I need to be with you and to touch you. I don't think I can stand being in the house with you and not having you," Bryan said with a love and passion that I knew was genuine and sincere.
I noticed Bryan's crotch was starting to bulge a bit. This conversation was arousing him.
"Baby, I have the same desire, and the same needs. I don't know if I could ever say no to you, ever," I said before pausing. "But if we continue, we have to establish some guidelines. I have to know that I am not interfering with your normal social interaction with girls your own age."
Bryan's face lit up like a Christmas tree when I indicated that there was a scenario that would allow us to continue our intimacies.
"Bryan, you have to date girls your own age. If I feel like I am interfering with you dating girls, I will stop this. I will have to stop this. I love you too much not to stop this."
Bryan nodded, and then offered, "But Brenda, I promise I won't do these things with them. I will save that for you. I don't want to do these things with anyone except you."
"Bryan, that is precisely what I am talking about. You have to interact with girls your own age as if we were not intimate. If you can't do that, I am hurting you; and I would be forced to stop."
Bryan nodded as he answered, "So you want me to fuck other girls?"
I decided that I would not address my stepson's use of the word 'fuck' in front of me, especially since recently I had said something to the effect of 'fuck me harder' while he was pounding my pussy with his erection several days ago. I felt that I lost the moral high ground to criticize him for cursing the moment I let him enter me. No, his choice of words would not be the issue today.
"Bryan, I do not want you to have sex with anybody because of me; but I certainly do not want you to abstain from sex because of me either."
"But Brenda, you have told me many, many times that having sex at my age can lead to pregnancy and/or disease. Wouldn't be better if I did not have sex with anyone except you?"
Damn, he was good. He had a point. If taking my stepson into my bed kept him from contracting an incurable disease, or getting a girl pregnant, then maybe I was actually protecting him, not harming him? Was I simply rationalizing my bad behavior? Perhaps. But Bryan did have a point.
"Bryan, I just don't want you to fail to experience the discovery of sex with a girl your own age because you are rushing home to hop into my bed."
"Brenda, I will be going away to college in the fall. That is only five months away. When I am away at school, I will date, and I will probably experience sex with other girls. Until then, I want to belong to you, and only you, until I leave."
I could see I was not going to dissuade my stepson from this. And honestly, I was very flattered that he wanted only me. After all, I was an older woman, not a young nubile teenager. Objectively speaking though, although at age twenty four, I still did look pretty damn good.
"Okay. But I still want you to date, even if you do not have sex. And if you find someone you are really attracted to, I won't be mad or jealous if you do advance the relationship into a physical one."
Then I thought about Jim.
"Bryan, you also need to understand, and accept that I am a married woman. Your father and I will share a bed when he is home. You need to be comfortable with the fact that as his wife, he and I will be intimate. And you need to understand that he can never find out about us, ever."
"Brenda, I understand that. I don't like it, but I can accept it. When he is home, he gets you to himself, and I don't get to be with you."
"But honey, even when your dad is away on his job, we have to act like a stepmother and her stepson, not lovers. No one can ever suspect, even for a second that there is anything physical going on between us. And just because we are sharing a bed, does not change the other aspects of our relationship. You still have to obey me, and treat me with respect. Understand?"
"Absolutely. In fact, now that I know you can cut me off if I don't clean my room, or do my homework, I'll be perfect."
I smiled and said, "You better be. Else no treats for you. No bedtime stories."
We had just driven into Oklahoma City. We were planning on turning north on towards Springfield and looking for a place to spend the night. We were a few miles from the junction with I-44, when Bryan asked another question that revealed the complexities we were imposing upon ourselves.
"Brenda, I know when we are back in Chicago, at home, we will never be able to be 'on a date' when we are outside. I will always have to behave like you are my stepmother."
"I am your stepmother, you little twit," I interrupted.
"I know. You know what I mean. I will never be able to hold your hand in public, or kiss you in public. Or do any of the things I want to do with the woman who belongs to me."
"I guess that is right. No one can ever see us doing any of that stuff."
"Do you think we could go out on a date while we are traveling home?"
I stared at my stepson with a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"Well, could I take you out to dinner or dancing, or someplace and we pretend that you are my girlfriend? No one here knows who we are. No one knows you are my stepmom. I really want to have one date with you."
Bryan's suggestion had a lot of appeal, but I saw some real problems as well.
"Honey, I am twenty four years old, you are sixteen. I do not look like your girlfriend."
"Brenda, you look great. No one would look at you and think you are twenty four. They would think you are eighteen or nineteen at the most."
I smiled thinking, 'This kid is a real charmer. He was buttering me up to get what he wants.' And it was working. I was buying his bullshit that I only looked like I was eighteen.
"I guess you can pass for eighteen or nineteen, so it is possible we look like a couple." I considered the possibilities for a moment. "I tell you what, rather than go up I-44 towards Springfield, let's stay on I-40 into Memphis. We can get in early and have one date night. You pick the restaurant, the after dinner dancing. I will even let you select my outfit. Tomorrow night, you are the man and I am your little girlfriend. I will give you the money to pay for things. I will hang on your arm and let you do with me what you will."
I looked over and saw a bulge twitching in Bryan's crotch. The thought of me allowing him to call the shots tomorrow night really excited him.
"You'll really let me select your outfit?"
"Yes sir, I will. As long as you don't try to dress me in something that will get me arrested, you get to dress me tomorrow night. I will even let you bathe me, and paint my toe nails and prepare me for our date. Would you like that? Would you like to get me ready for our date?"
The front of Bryan's pants was like a tent now. I had gotten my young man hard just talking to him like this. I was going to have fun with my stepson for the next several months. I reached over and gave his cock a little squeeze.
"It sure looks like you like the thought of getting me ready. Is it the thought of bathing me? Or painting my toe nails? Or dressing me that has you so hard?" I teased as I gave his cock another playful squeeze. "Maybe I'll even let you shave me."
"Oh shit Brenda, you are so sexy."
I removed my hand, fearing that further distraction would cause him to crash. And we began looking for a place to spend the night.
We pulled off I-40 about 100 miles east of Oklahoma City and checked into a La Quinta motel. I sent Bryan in with my credit card to register us. We walked to our room, carrying our overnight bags. I was surprised when we opened the door to find one king sized bed.
"Bryan, didn't they have any doubles?"
"Yeah, they did, but I told him that my girl and I prefer a king. He never even asked about the fact that it was your name on the credit card."
I looked into Bryan's eyes and I felt a rush of love and affection for him.
"Honey, would you do me a favor?"
"Sure Brenda, what is it?"
"Would you please take off all your clothes for me? I would like to do something," I said as I walked over to the bed to get a pillow.
Bryan quickly stripped off his shirt, shoes, socks, pants and underwear. I had never seen anyone get out of their clothes so quickly. His cock was growing erect in anticipation of what might be happening.
I stood back for a moment, watching his erection throb to life, admiring the wonderful physique my stepson had. His prominent chest and tight abdomen framed his large boner nicely. Bryan had nice biceps and muscular thighs. There was no doubt about it, my stepson was a handsome and sexy man. I admit, I was proud of his physique and good looks.
"My, you sure got naked fast. You never move that fast when I ask you to take out the garbage," I chuckled. "Bryan, you have a beautiful body. You remind me of the Greek statues of the Greek gods of mythology. That is a beautiful erection you have there, stepson. Stand here for a second," I said, beckoning him to the area next to the bed.
I placed the pillow on the floor in front of my stepson, and I knelt down. Looking up at him from a knelling position, I took his cock in my fist and slowly, and seductively, leaned forward and kissed the head.
I looked up at him, and said simply, "You have a beautiful penis. And tonight, it is mine, all mine. Baby, you may not believe this, but you have the largest and most beautiful cock I have ever seen. It is gorgeous."
I then leaned forward and took the very tip of my tongue and inserted it slightly into the tiny slit at the tip of his head, looking up at Bryan the entire time. His erection arched up, the head swelled slightly larger and the shaft pulsed thicker as the tip of my tongue invaded the very opening of his urethra.
Bryan's knees seemed to buckle slightly and a loud moan came from his core. His penis grew longer and the head larger. He quickly had both hands on the sides of my head, holding me in place, as I continued to tease his highly sensitive slit with my tongue.
I looked up at him.
"Oh, you like that huh? I thought you might," I said before repeating the intrusion of my tongue into this very tiny, very tight slight slit at the end of his erections. I could only get the very tip of my tongue inside the slit, but it was having a very powerful effect.
Bryan was literally shaking each time I repeated this. I owned him now. He would follow me anywhere. I smiled to myself thinking he would go his whole life trying to get women to repeat this little game I was playing with the head of his penis right now.
I looked up at him and took the head into my mouth and pumped his shaft slowly as I sucked on him. I removed his cock from my mouth just long enough to ask, "Would you like to cum in my mouth, baby? Would you like that?"To continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
The slight respite gave me some time to search my soul about the events of the past week without a heightened state of arousal clouding my judgment. I came to the conclusion that allowing my stepson into my bed was wrong by any measure. It was a mistake of epic proportions. I can give all the excuses in the world, but it was wrong.
However, I also realized that whatever harm was going to be inflicted on my stepson because of my weakness and emotional vulnerability was likely already done. Bryan had slept with his stepmother; there was no changing that fact. There was nothing I could do to undo my sin. The real question was, 'would it harm him further to continue this inappropriate relationship? Should I insist upon ending this relationship now, or could I let it continue?'
Then I thought about Jim. I had never before contemplated cheating on my husband; certainly not with his son. I knew that if Jim found out what I had done, my marriage would be over. I did love Jim, but honestly, I never experienced the intimacy with my husband that I enjoyed with Bryan. Jim's job took him away for months at a time, leaving me alone and lonely. When he was home, our love making was fairly rare, once a week maximum; and was fairly routine. Occasionally, I would climax with Jim, but more often than not, I was left to masturbate quietly after he came inside me, and fell asleep.
So how much harm would it cause Bryan if we continued our intimate relationship secretly, in the privacy of our home back in Chicago?
I honestly did not know the answer. I did know that I have never felt more fulfilled, content or loved that I felt when I lay in Bryan's arms, with his penis deep inside me following a mutual orgasm that we shared. Lying coupled together in post-coital bliss was pleasurable beyond words. I did not want to give up that feeling. I was not sure that I could give up the intimacy that my stepson and I had shared, even if I wanted to. The pleasure was too great, too fulfilling.
I also realized that regardless what I decided about continuing the physical aspect of my relationship with my stepson, neither Bryan nor I could be fully trusted to behave. The attraction was too strong, too intoxicating, too addictive. So I religiously took my oral contraceptive pill every day. I needed to be certain that I did not conceive my stepson's child. That was something I was not prepared to do.
But I did know that I should not be the aggressor. I should not initiate these encounters. If Bryan could resist the urge to try to fuck me, I knew I should not try to tempt him. Of this I was sure.
Three days following the funeral, we packed the car, said our goodbyes, and started the long drive home.
We left early, heading out of Albuquerque, heading east on I-40. Bryan slept most of the morning. We stopped for lunch and Bryan took his turn behind the wheel.
I took a nap while Bryan drove. I awoke mid afternoon. I looked over at my stepson and I wondered, 'What was Bryan's state of mind? What did he want or expect when we arrived home in Chicago?'
I would soon find out. Bryan broached the subject of our relationship. "Brenda, can we talk?"
"Sure honey. What's on your mind?" I asked somewhat nervously.
"What's going to happen when we get home? I mean, between us?"
"What do you mean, baby?" I asked trying to understand exactly what he was asking.
"Brenda, do we belong to each other?"
"Oh god, of course we do. You are my stepson. I love you in a way I will never love anyone else."
"No, Brenda, that is not what I mean." Bryan took a moment before continuing. "Do you belong to me? Are you mine? What happens when dad comes home?"
Bryan's question caught me off guard; no, it shocked me. I had not even contemplated that he would be jealous of his father and me being intimate. As a defense mechanism, I laughed and said, "Oh Bryan, you are absolutely adorable. I just love you."
It was an insensitive and condescending thing to say. Bryan's face flushed a bright crimson from embarrassment. His expression changed and he looked genuinely hurt. I struggled to find the right words to undo the hurt I had caused my stepson.
"Honey, some things happened on the trip down here that should not have happened. I think we were thrust into an unusual situation at a time when we were both very vulnerable; at least I was. My father was dying and your Dad was thousands of miles away. I needed to be close to someone who loved me. I turned to you. I shouldn't have. But I did. I am sorry for that," I said before pausing.
"So you did not enjoy it? Are you saying you don't want to be with me that way again?" Bryan responded, his voice quaking slightly as he struggled with his emotions. He was feeling an enormous sense of rejection at this moment.
I wanted to hold him, hug him, comfort him, but he was driving and I could do none of those things. I considered for a moment that if we were not traveling at 75 mile per hour on Interstate 40 at the moment, I would comfort him, which would lead to me taking him into my arms, which would lead to taking him inside me again. I decided it was good that I could not touch him at this moment. I did reach over and squeeze his thigh to reassure him of my deep affection for him.
I decided to be honest, at least mostly honest. "Bryan, what happened between us should not have happened. I was wrong to allow it to happen. But since you asked, I enjoyed it tremendously; both physically and emotionally. I will be guilt ridden for the rest of my life, but it was also the most beautiful experience I have ever had. I have never felt so loved, so satisfied or so content as I did lying in your arms, with your penis still inside me, after you gave me the most powerful and enjoyable orgasm I have ever experienced. Baby, I am an evil, wicked, sinful woman for saying this, but yes, I enjoyed making love to you."
He smiled broadly. "Are you going to allow me to do that to you again? Can we be together again?"
"Honey, I don't think we should. I want to share that with you, but I am afraid that I am harming you."
"Brenda, you are not. I promise you, you are not hurting me. I need you. I need to be with you and to touch you. I don't think I can stand being in the house with you and not having you," Bryan said with a love and passion that I knew was genuine and sincere.
I noticed Bryan's crotch was starting to bulge a bit. This conversation was arousing him.
"Baby, I have the same desire, and the same needs. I don't know if I could ever say no to you, ever," I said before pausing. "But if we continue, we have to establish some guidelines. I have to know that I am not interfering with your normal social interaction with girls your own age."
Bryan's face lit up like a Christmas tree when I indicated that there was a scenario that would allow us to continue our intimacies.
"Bryan, you have to date girls your own age. If I feel like I am interfering with you dating girls, I will stop this. I will have to stop this. I love you too much not to stop this."
Bryan nodded, and then offered, "But Brenda, I promise I won't do these things with them. I will save that for you. I don't want to do these things with anyone except you."
"Bryan, that is precisely what I am talking about. You have to interact with girls your own age as if we were not intimate. If you can't do that, I am hurting you; and I would be forced to stop."
Bryan nodded as he answered, "So you want me to fuck other girls?"
I decided that I would not address my stepson's use of the word 'fuck' in front of me, especially since recently I had said something to the effect of 'fuck me harder' while he was pounding my pussy with his erection several days ago. I felt that I lost the moral high ground to criticize him for cursing the moment I let him enter me. No, his choice of words would not be the issue today.
"Bryan, I do not want you to have sex with anybody because of me; but I certainly do not want you to abstain from sex because of me either."
"But Brenda, you have told me many, many times that having sex at my age can lead to pregnancy and/or disease. Wouldn't be better if I did not have sex with anyone except you?"
Damn, he was good. He had a point. If taking my stepson into my bed kept him from contracting an incurable disease, or getting a girl pregnant, then maybe I was actually protecting him, not harming him? Was I simply rationalizing my bad behavior? Perhaps. But Bryan did have a point.
"Bryan, I just don't want you to fail to experience the discovery of sex with a girl your own age because you are rushing home to hop into my bed."
"Brenda, I will be going away to college in the fall. That is only five months away. When I am away at school, I will date, and I will probably experience sex with other girls. Until then, I want to belong to you, and only you, until I leave."
I could see I was not going to dissuade my stepson from this. And honestly, I was very flattered that he wanted only me. After all, I was an older woman, not a young nubile teenager. Objectively speaking though, although at age twenty four, I still did look pretty damn good.
"Okay. But I still want you to date, even if you do not have sex. And if you find someone you are really attracted to, I won't be mad or jealous if you do advance the relationship into a physical one."
Then I thought about Jim.
"Bryan, you also need to understand, and accept that I am a married woman. Your father and I will share a bed when he is home. You need to be comfortable with the fact that as his wife, he and I will be intimate. And you need to understand that he can never find out about us, ever."
"Brenda, I understand that. I don't like it, but I can accept it. When he is home, he gets you to himself, and I don't get to be with you."
"But honey, even when your dad is away on his job, we have to act like a stepmother and her stepson, not lovers. No one can ever suspect, even for a second that there is anything physical going on between us. And just because we are sharing a bed, does not change the other aspects of our relationship. You still have to obey me, and treat me with respect. Understand?"
"Absolutely. In fact, now that I know you can cut me off if I don't clean my room, or do my homework, I'll be perfect."
I smiled and said, "You better be. Else no treats for you. No bedtime stories."
We had just driven into Oklahoma City. We were planning on turning north on towards Springfield and looking for a place to spend the night. We were a few miles from the junction with I-44, when Bryan asked another question that revealed the complexities we were imposing upon ourselves.
"Brenda, I know when we are back in Chicago, at home, we will never be able to be 'on a date' when we are outside. I will always have to behave like you are my stepmother."
"I am your stepmother, you little twit," I interrupted.
"I know. You know what I mean. I will never be able to hold your hand in public, or kiss you in public. Or do any of the things I want to do with the woman who belongs to me."
"I guess that is right. No one can ever see us doing any of that stuff."
"Do you think we could go out on a date while we are traveling home?"
I stared at my stepson with a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"Well, could I take you out to dinner or dancing, or someplace and we pretend that you are my girlfriend? No one here knows who we are. No one knows you are my stepmom. I really want to have one date with you."
Bryan's suggestion had a lot of appeal, but I saw some real problems as well.
"Honey, I am twenty four years old, you are sixteen. I do not look like your girlfriend."
"Brenda, you look great. No one would look at you and think you are twenty four. They would think you are eighteen or nineteen at the most."
I smiled thinking, 'This kid is a real charmer. He was buttering me up to get what he wants.' And it was working. I was buying his bullshit that I only looked like I was eighteen.
"I guess you can pass for eighteen or nineteen, so it is possible we look like a couple." I considered the possibilities for a moment. "I tell you what, rather than go up I-44 towards Springfield, let's stay on I-40 into Memphis. We can get in early and have one date night. You pick the restaurant, the after dinner dancing. I will even let you select my outfit. Tomorrow night, you are the man and I am your little girlfriend. I will give you the money to pay for things. I will hang on your arm and let you do with me what you will."
I looked over and saw a bulge twitching in Bryan's crotch. The thought of me allowing him to call the shots tomorrow night really excited him.
"You'll really let me select your outfit?"
"Yes sir, I will. As long as you don't try to dress me in something that will get me arrested, you get to dress me tomorrow night. I will even let you bathe me, and paint my toe nails and prepare me for our date. Would you like that? Would you like to get me ready for our date?"
The front of Bryan's pants was like a tent now. I had gotten my young man hard just talking to him like this. I was going to have fun with my stepson for the next several months. I reached over and gave his cock a little squeeze.
"It sure looks like you like the thought of getting me ready. Is it the thought of bathing me? Or painting my toe nails? Or dressing me that has you so hard?" I teased as I gave his cock another playful squeeze. "Maybe I'll even let you shave me."
"Oh shit Brenda, you are so sexy."
I removed my hand, fearing that further distraction would cause him to crash. And we began looking for a place to spend the night.
We pulled off I-40 about 100 miles east of Oklahoma City and checked into a La Quinta motel. I sent Bryan in with my credit card to register us. We walked to our room, carrying our overnight bags. I was surprised when we opened the door to find one king sized bed.
"Bryan, didn't they have any doubles?"
"Yeah, they did, but I told him that my girl and I prefer a king. He never even asked about the fact that it was your name on the credit card."
I looked into Bryan's eyes and I felt a rush of love and affection for him.
"Honey, would you do me a favor?"
"Sure Brenda, what is it?"
"Would you please take off all your clothes for me? I would like to do something," I said as I walked over to the bed to get a pillow.
Bryan quickly stripped off his shirt, shoes, socks, pants and underwear. I had never seen anyone get out of their clothes so quickly. His cock was growing erect in anticipation of what might be happening.
I stood back for a moment, watching his erection throb to life, admiring the wonderful physique my stepson had. His prominent chest and tight abdomen framed his large boner nicely. Bryan had nice biceps and muscular thighs. There was no doubt about it, my stepson was a handsome and sexy man. I admit, I was proud of his physique and good looks.
"My, you sure got naked fast. You never move that fast when I ask you to take out the garbage," I chuckled. "Bryan, you have a beautiful body. You remind me of the Greek statues of the Greek gods of mythology. That is a beautiful erection you have there, stepson. Stand here for a second," I said, beckoning him to the area next to the bed.
I placed the pillow on the floor in front of my stepson, and I knelt down. Looking up at him from a knelling position, I took his cock in my fist and slowly, and seductively, leaned forward and kissed the head.
I looked up at him, and said simply, "You have a beautiful penis. And tonight, it is mine, all mine. Baby, you may not believe this, but you have the largest and most beautiful cock I have ever seen. It is gorgeous."
I then leaned forward and took the very tip of my tongue and inserted it slightly into the tiny slit at the tip of his head, looking up at Bryan the entire time. His erection arched up, the head swelled slightly larger and the shaft pulsed thicker as the tip of my tongue invaded the very opening of his urethra.
Bryan's knees seemed to buckle slightly and a loud moan came from his core. His penis grew longer and the head larger. He quickly had both hands on the sides of my head, holding me in place, as I continued to tease his highly sensitive slit with my tongue.
I looked up at him.
"Oh, you like that huh? I thought you might," I said before repeating the intrusion of my tongue into this very tiny, very tight slight slit at the end of his erections. I could only get the very tip of my tongue inside the slit, but it was having a very powerful effect.
Bryan was literally shaking each time I repeated this. I owned him now. He would follow me anywhere. I smiled to myself thinking he would go his whole life trying to get women to repeat this little game I was playing with the head of his penis right now.
I looked up at him and took the head into my mouth and pumped his shaft slowly as I sucked on him. I removed his cock from my mouth just long enough to ask, "Would you like to cum in my mouth, baby? Would you like that?"To continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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