A Stepmother's Sin - Ch 8 - Robert Returns To College - The End Of A Wonderful Summer: free porn video

And as you would expect, Robert shared my bed with me the rest of the summer. We had fallen into a routine of sorts. Every day, before I came home from work, I would insert my diaphragm, even after the pill was supposed to be adequate protection.

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, two step plastic blue step-stool that he placed in the shower when I was menstruating, and 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 will.

We often talked about our Fourth of July in the Adirondacks. It was clear, we would both cherish the memory of he four days when we could behave like a couple in public. Every time Robert discussed seeing me climax on horseback, with the 'ben wa balls' banging away inside my vagina, he would get aroused.

He did talk me into renting a motorcycle one Saturday. We drove along Shore Road with me clinging to Robert on the back of the Harley, the '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, 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 clear mistake in judgment 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 remember that night, after that conversation, we retired to my bed and we made deep, passionate love before falling asleep in each other's arms. Yes, I knew I would miss Robert when he returned to school.

Robert’s last night of summer

Robert was due to leave tomorrow morning at 8:15 a.m. He called me at work asking if I could get off a little early tonight. I said, “Sure honey, I will try.”

I was nervous, anxious, sad and relieved all at once about Robert’s pending departure. I did not know what the future held, but we had survived the summer with our relationship intact; actually, we appeared to have strengthened our relationship. Would it last? Who could tell? I would miss him terribly, of that I was sure.

I got home a bit earlier than usual, and was met at the door by Robert who handed me a glass of merlot. Entering the hallway to the living room, I immediately knew Robert had been busy, and tonight would be special.

The room was darkened except for about a dozen strawberry scented Yankee candles. On the floor, in front of the couch were the comforter from my bed, covered neatly with a sheet, and several pillows. Robert had moved a portable heat lamp into the room as well. The DVD player was playing one of my relaxation CDs, ‘ocean sounds’, which was the sound of waves against a background of soft, romantic music.

Before I could enter the living room, Robert took my suit jacket and hung it up. I caught a fragrance that was very familiar, but at first I could not place. Glancing into the kitchen, I could see a pan heating on my stove, and I realized the aroma was coming from this pan of baby oil which Robert was warming. It was clear that Robert planned to make our last night special. God, I loved that boy, even if I had showed it in unconventional ways.

Robert guided me to the living room couch, where he sat me down with my glass of wine, and took my foot and slowly removed my dress boot. I was instantly reminded of the evening of our second coupling when Robert removed my boots while his penis was still throbbing inside me following a beautiful orgasm. The memory made my vagina spasm momentarily, and I could feel myself growing moist at the very thought of that evening. That was a good memory. I cherish it to this very day.

After removing my one boot, Robert raised my leg and peered directly at my panty covered crotch, stared, moaned softly, and said, “You are so very beautiful, mom. I love you so much.” I wanted to reach up and hug him, but with him holding me leg up like that, I could not. So I just leaned back to bask in the loving attention and admiration of my son.

Robert slowly massaged my foot, calf and leg for several minutes, gently running his hands up my inner thigh occasionally to touch my ever moistening pussy through the gusset of my panties. God, he was a sexy and sensuous man. I finished my glass of wine as he massaged my leg, and set the empty glass on the table next to the couch. Robert stopped, released my leg and got up to get me another glass.

He returned quickly, handed me my second glass of wine, and took my other foot and slowly removed my other boot, repeating the touching and caressing on my other leg, and paying even greater attention to my now aroused pussy each time he stroked up my inner thigh. I was involuntarily rocking my hips in a state of arousal, anxious to be touched more intimately, and loved completely.

I finished my second glass of Merlot, and set it down, feeling just the perfect level of alcohol so that I had no inhibitions, and I could bury any guilt I might still harbor for the evening. Robert got up, and started for the kitchen. I tried to stop him, “Robert, come back. I don’t need any more wine.”

“Okay, mom. I am just going to get the warm baby oil from the stove.”

He returned with the sauce pan and a kitchen towel. He folded the towel on the coffee table and placed the sauce pan on top of it. The he took my hand, stood me up and removed my skirt, blouse, and bra; leaving me with only my very moist panties. Robert guided me to lay on my stomach on the sheet atop the comforter on the floor.

Robert turned on the heat lamp, and quickly I felt the warmth radiating from above on my naked back and legs. I was very aroused already. And so was Robert; he removed his tee shirt, and had just his gym shorts on. His penis stuck out from the waist band of his shorts by at least three inches. He looked into my eyes as he removed his gym shorts, freeing his beautiful cock, allowing it to stand freely in front of him. I looked over my shoulder trying to commit this image of my stepson to memory since I certainly could not put this picture in the family album.

Robert kneeled beside me, and placed a small amount of the warm baby oil on my back.

I pulled my hair up, away from my back, giving Robert complete access to my shoulders.

The warm baby oil felt exquisite as he massaged my back and shoulders. Robert took time to reach around under me to caress the sides of my breast as he worked his way down my sides. I would raise myself up slightly to allow him to contact my erect nipples each time his hands moved towards the sides of my breast. Robert would gently tweak my nipple before continuing with the massage. I was in heaven.

Robert moved down and started at my calves, working his way up my thigh. When he got to the top of my thighs, he took hold of panties as I raised my hips to allow him to remove them. I was now naked in front of my son, basking in the warmth of the heat lamp, responding to his touch, with my mood assisted by a slight alcohol induced “buzz.” I was enjoying a feeling of contentment I cannot describe.

Robert began touching my pussy, which by now was aroused, open and wet. He bypassed the slow, one finger introduction I was used to, and inserted two fingers immediately without any resistance from my vagina walls. I was already aroused enough to accommodate both his large probing fingers. I moaned into the pillow with ecstatic pleasure and he massaged the front wall of my vagina, touching my g-spot, as he done so many times over our summer of intimacy.

I placed one of the pillows under my abdomen as I pulled myself up into a slight kneeling position to allow me to rock my hips and arch my back into his probing fingers. I was going to cum any moment just from his touch, I could feel it building inside of me. I buried my face into another one of the pillows as moaning loudly, as I felt my orgasm beginning to build.

And then he stopped and suddenly withdrew his fingers. I continue to rock my hips, humping at air in frustrated anticipation. I expected, and hoped, that Robert would climb behind me and penetrate me doggy style to finish me off by pounding me from behind. But he did not.

Instead, he got up, moved one of the straight backed wooden chair from the kitchen into the living room and quickly retrieved a package from behind the couch. ‘What the hell was he up to?’ I wondered.

“Robert, please don’t stop, honey. I am so close. Come make love to me.” I pleaded in frustration, I looked back at him as I remained on ‘all fours,’ ready and willing to be taken by my stepson from behind. I started to beg him to come back and 'fuck me good, fuck me one last time,' but I knew that tonight was his night; he planned everything out, and I would go along with his plan.

I looked over my shoulder and watched as he removed a large suction based, phallic shaped vibrator from a plastic bag. I looked at Robert with my best 'WTF look.'

The vibrator was huge. I later discovered it was eight inches long, and over two inches thick. It was bright red with an oversized head, thickly veined down the sides, with a large suction cup for the base.

Robert twisted the base and the device sprung to life buzzing and vibrating, rather loudly I might add. The suddenness of the sound startled me. He then turned it off after he got my attention.

“What is that for?” I questioned, really quite concerned about where this ‘plan’ was heading. Actually, I knew that both Robert's plan was that the large device was heading up my tight pussy; and I was pretty sure that device was not going to fit!

“Mom, we are going to teach you how to please yourself when I am not here to take care of things for you.”

Robert then placed the large red vibrating dildo on the wooden, straight back chair from the kitchen. The suction cup held it in place standing straight up. Its size was intimidating; or accurately frightening.

“Baby, that’s not going to fit inside me.” I was clearly alarmed, in fact, I was scared.

"Mom, you have taken all of me. I am that big.”

I looked at the two inch thick, big red dick sticking eight inches above the seat of the chair for a moment, and I turned to my son and said, “No baby, I don’t think you are. You are a very well endowed man, very well endowed. But son, that thing is huge. I am not a big woman. I think we need to start out with a toy that is a little more reasonable in size.”

I realize by calling Robert ‘son’ instead of ‘baby’ I was taking a more serious, more authoritative tone. For a moment it dawned on me, that I never took this tone to discourage Robert went was first trying to seduce me, and get in my panties at the beginning of the summer. No, at that time it was ‘baby, we can’t do this…..’. I guess I never did try to dissuade him from pushing forward at all, did I?

But now I had a more immediate and urgent problem, I did not think I could accommodate that huge toy in my rather tiny pussy; and if I did, my pussy might never be the same.

“Nonsense,” Robert said with confidence. “This will fit just fine.” And Robert twisted the base of “big red, it started to buzz loudly.

I suddenly remembered something else even more critical. “Robert, I can’t do this right now. I have my diaphragm in place.”

“Does that matter, mom?”

“Oh baby, that thing is so huge, it could damage the diaphragm.”

“Well, mom, take out your diaphragm.”

“Robert, if I do, I need you to promise me that you will not enter me until I have it back in place.”

Robert smiled, “Mom, I promise you, I will not enter you until you can put it back in place. I really mean it. This is for you. Honest.”

Okay, this was important to my son; so I decided to give it a go. Hell I have never been able to say 'no' to Robert and stick with it on any subject. I squatted down and removed the diaphragm, and placed it end table next to the couch. The large volume of spermicidal jelly remaining in its concave belly. There was still a fairly large volume of spermicidal jelly up inside my belly as well.

Robert handed me a tube of K-Y jelly. "Here mom, put some of this on your inner lips. It will help you take 'big red'."

I never had to use artificial lubrication before. Certainly not with Robert. Robert has had my pussy gushing all summer. But looking at the size of large red phallus buzzing on the chair, I decided I need all the help I could get.

I squeezed a large dollop of the clear gel on to my finger tips, squatted slightly and placed the lubricating gel at the opening of my vagina and up inside me. I handed the tube back to Robert, took a deep breath and took a few steps towards the very intimidating toy on the chair.

But as I approached the vibrating device, I realized there was yet another problem with ‘geometry’; one that Robert had not anticipated. The vibrating head was far too high for me to mount from the floor. I was not nearly tall enough to straddle the damn thing in place, on the chair.

Robert tried to have me stand on the chair seat and lower myself down, while he steadied the chair. But it was far too unsteady, and there was no way for me to lower myself on this enormous device without truly ripping my pussy in two. And the scene of me trying was neither sexy nor graceful, I realized.

I climbed down off the chair. “Baby, this just is not going to work. I can’t climb on that damn thing without really hurting myself. And I mean really hurting myself, baby.”

As I spoke, I realized, now that I was back to attempting to comply with Robert’s instruction, I had returned to calling him ‘baby.’ I was back in compliance and submissive mode. I was learning some things about myself.

Robert stood and studied the situation for a second, and then his face lit up. “If Mohammad won’t come to the mountain…” he said in a moment of epiphany. I saw no reason to correct his obvious misquote here, I had more pressing concerns.

After wrestling the vibrator free of the chair with a loud 'pop', Robert took me and the vibrator back to the couch. He laid me back, pushed my heels back towards my ass and spread my knees apart. “Mom, hold yourself open for me.”

"What are you planning to do?" I asked with obvious concern. While I wanted to comply with Robert's desires, I also was very concerned with hurting myself.

"Mom, we'll get the vibrator inside you first, then have you walk over to the chair and I'll teach you how to cum without me here."

He sounded so very confident this would work. However, I was pretty apprehensive myself. But I decided to comply, as I almost always do with my stepson's requests.

I reached down, and pulled my vaginal lips open as instructed, realizing that I had lost all semblance of modesty around my stepson. I was opening myself up in the most obscene manner possible for Robert’s gaze and pleasure. He placed the head of the huge device at my opening and started to slowly work it in and out, penetrating me about a inch at a time.

“Oh, Robert, be careful. I don’t know if I can do this baby,” I cried out. There was a real sense of panic in my voice. The size of the head definitely scared me a bit. It simply felt too big.

“Not too fast, baby, go slow. My God. I don’t think it is going fit, baby.”

The huge head was stretching me wide open. Maybe, it was because of the texture of the unyielding plastic head just created more friction than a real penis. Maybe it was simply larger than Robert was. Maybe, because I was scared, I simply was not as open, lubricated and aroused as I had been when Robert was fingering me moments before. But, regardless, I was struggling to accept this enormous device in my vagina.

It was stretching me to the point that I did not know if I could take it. I felt something between discomfort and pain as my vulva was being stretched apart. Part of me wanted to ask Robert to stop before he tore my vagina; but much more of me wanted to do this for my stepson. I wanted to accept his present inside me.

“Baby, just go easy. You don’t want to tear mommy’s pussy on the last day of summer.”

I reached around under my legs and pulling myself open as Robert continued the slow assault on my pussy. “Baby, I don’t think my pussy will ever be the same again after you get that thing in me.”

I really meant ‘if’ you get that inside me.

At the same time, there was something arousing about struggling to accept this vibrating demon up inside me.

Then Robert started twisting the dildo slightly as he moved it in and out of me. Suddenly, almost magically, my vagina spasmed, and the large head seemed to pass a tight restriction at the very mouth of pussy and slid about two or three inches deeper inside me. I must have dilated a bit more; more than I ever had before.

The twisting motion and the vibrations worked together and I began to start to respond. Once past the first restriction in my vagina, I was far more open and the vibrating head felt good on my inner walls. “Oh, baby, that’s it. I think we did it! I think you made it past my opening. It is starting to feel good.” I pushed myself down against Robert’s thrusts. After his initial ‘break through’, deeper penetration seemed easier, and enjoyable. My natural lubrication coupled with the K-Y gel made the stretching of my tight little pussy enjoyable rather than painful as I had feared moments ago

I started to moan and hump back as Robert began to stroke longer deeper strokes in and out of my fully dilated vagina. I felt an orgasm building when Robert stopped fucking me with the dildo, leaving it vibrating in place. “Oh baby, please don’t stop. I am almost there,” I pleaded.

But Robert pulled me forward, pulling me almost into a sitting position, I was forced to reach down and grab the large dildo to keep it from shooting out of me on to the living room floor. Glancing between my legs, I could see more than three inches of this monster still sticking out of me, indicating I had taken less that five inches or so of this red 'monster dick,' yet, I felt so very, very full.

As he pulled me to a standing position, I struggled, not to hurt myself by driving the toy too deep, too fast. Standing up, bowlegged, I continued to hold the vibrating tool in place as Robert walked me to the chair which he instructed me to straddle. The vibrator slid out of me slightly. Robert reached between my legs and affixed the suction cup to the seat of the chair as I straddle the chair per Robert’s directions.

I was now astride the chair, leaving me with the device deep inside of me. I slowly began to raise and lower myself to push it in and out of me. I started moving up and down only about two inches. I felt the strain of my inner thighs as I slowly started fucking Robert’s present. I was glad I was in shape. I was very glad I had spend all the time I at the gym on the stair-stepper that I had.

I stood up as high as I could, but that still left about 3 to 4 inches of this huge vibrating phallus inside of me. Then I would lower myself as quickly and far as I dared. Each plunge downward evoked another involuntary grunt. But each plunge down gave me a shot of pleasure deep into my womb that encouraged me to try to go a little faster, and a little deeper next time.

“God mom, you are taking so much of that inside you. You are so damn sexy, mom. I love you. I love you. Thank you for doing this for me.”

My baby knew I was fucking this huge toy for him. And I was going to make myself cum for him. And I was going to show that him I could; that I could fuck this hue toy and cum on it. 

I was determined to make this happen for both Robert and me. I lowered myself as far as I could, pushing down with a guttural grunt. “Oh baby this thing is so big. Do you have any idea how deep this thing is stuck inside your mommy’s pussy?”

“Tell me how deep, mom. How deep is it inside you?” His penis was arching forward in a throbbing motion, indicating that he found this very stimulating. And as always, his excitement increased mine.

I pointed to my abdomen, an inch or two above my navel.

"Baby, I feel the head all the way up here!"

 Robert’s penis pulsed as I pointed to my belly.

“Baby, come here. Let momma help you with that.” Balancing myself by placing my hands between legs, pushing down on the wooden seat which the vibrator’s suction cup was attached to give me leverage as I rode myself closer and closer to orgasm with each plunge.

Robert walked over to me and presented me with the finest penis, the most beautiful erection I will ever see. Holding his stiff rod with one hand, as I continued to balance myself with my other hand, I took his rigid penis into my mouth as I pushed as deep as I could the vibrator.

“God mom, you are taking that entire vibrator.”

“ I know baby.” I moaned as I pulled his erection into my mouth. I started bouncing more rapidly and more violently, sensing my orgasm was imminent and, at this point, unavoidable. I was going to cum for my boy, there was no stopping me now. Each stroke caused me to groan loudly around Robert’s penis which was pulsing on my tongue and lips.

“Oh, baby, I am cumming,” I said taking Robert from my mouth just long enough to convey the message. It must of have been the excitement of my orgasm that triggered Robert’s.

“Oh God, mom, so am I, mom.”

I felt and tasted the first of a series of eruptions from Robert’s throbbing penis. I sucked, and I swallowed, and I sucked some more as I continued to impaled myself as deeply as I could on ‘big red’. I felt like I was placing my entire weight on this vibrator, pushing it as deep as it would go. There was simply no more room in my pussy. I was bottomed out.

I swallowed three times and Robert’s penis was still dribbling his semen into my mouth. I continued to softly suck him in order to not lose a drop. I realized that the only semen I had ever tasted was from my stepson’s loins. I had not allowed any other man to ejaculate in my mouth. I doubted I knew anyone else who could make that claim.

With my breasts heaving and while holding Robert’s penis by my face, I stopped bouncing up and down, and I asked, “OK, Robert, how do I get off this thing?”

“Lean forward and break the suction.” I did as Robert instructed, leaned forward and the suction cup released with a large ‘pop.’ I caught the vibrator as it squirted out of me and fell forward between my legs.

Robert came over, led me to the comforter on the floor, and laid me down. With my legs bent, Robert placed my heels back towards my ass and gently spread my knees. He bent forward and gently kissed and then sucked my clitoris. I was very sensitive, having just cum, “Baby, be gentle, I am too sensitive right there. Just fuck me, baby.”

I looked down and saw his penis throbbing up and down, and I pulled him forward. Even though he had just cum, he remained rigidly hard.

He entered me easily, my pussy still wet, aroused and dilated from the vibrator. Robert’s huge cock met little or no resistance. I wrapped my legs around his midsection as he slowly, and lovingly fucked me. He was growing firmer as he stroked in and out of me slowly, and I was enjoying the loving sensations he was creating inside me.

As I pulled him close for a kiss, I happened to glanced over, and there on the table… OMG!

“Oh shit, Robert,… shit, shit, shit… baby, you have to pull out.” I said in a panic, having seen my diaphragm on the end table. “Baby, please, pull out, I need to put my diaphragm back in place.”

Robert stopped mid stroke, puzzled at first, then realizing what I was saying. He suddenly got a strange smile and just remained motionless for one or two seconds. “Say pretty please…”

“Pretty please, Robert, pull your dick out of me now!” I really was not amused.

Robert chuckled and, after a moment, did just that; he withdrew from me as my pussy made a loud slurping sound as he exited me, trying to hold him in place. “Had you nervous, didn’t I?” he quipped.

“As a matter of fact, yes, you did a little bit. You little shit.” Said as I got up and retrieved the diaphragm and inserted it.

“Now come here and finish what you started, young man.” as I leaned back in my most provocative pose, legs apart. Robert climbed back into position, and entered me. Robert stroke in and out of me for a long time. Having just cum in my mouth, he had no urgency in reaching another orgasm this quickly. He made slow, gentle love to me for twenty to thirty minutes as I wrapped my legs around him and ‘spurred him on’ with my heels on his ass.

As he fucked me, it dawned on me that he was leaving in the morning. This could be the last time we made love. I started to cry silently. As he climaxed one last time.

We slept in each others' arms.

We awoke, and I accompanied him to LaGuardia airport. Robert hugged me deeply and then headed for security. I was crying quietly as he walked away. I knew then, as I know now, I will never have this level love, tenderness or intimacy with anyone else no matter how long I live. The summer was over, and we had survived, but I had a profound sense of loss and loneliness at that moment.

Epilogue:

Yes, when Robert left, I was filled with an incredible sense of loneliness, and loss. There was a profound emptiness in my life, and in my bed. Certainly, I missed the sexual excitement and pleasure; but I missed sharing my bed with him and cuddling through the night even more. I tried to meet my sexual needs through masturbation; however, my libido dropped dramatically, I was able to achieve limited success with my own hand.

I was pleased that Robert resumed his schoolwork without any problems. He and I would talk on the phone weekly. I learned that Robert was dating several young women at school. His grades were good and everything seemed to have stabilized for him nicely.

Every Friday evening, Robert would call me and try to engage me in phone sex using the vibrator he gave me and the hands free headset. Robert, like most young males could “spank the monkey” under almost any circumstance with success. On the other hand, (literally), it would take several glasses of wine to get me to relax enough to even consider mounting ‘big red’ and even with Robert’s encouragement and my best efforts over the hands free headset, my ability to achieve an orgasm was a rare occurrence.

One Friday night, Robert instructed me to get my laptop and set it up on the table next to the chair where the vibrating dildo was to be attached attached. He directed me to and told me to search for 'James Deen fucks mature woman.' It was a thirty nine minute clip showing a gorgeous redhead and her younger lover.

I hit pause; went to the couch while wearing the headset. I inserted the vibrator while telling Robert precisely how wide I was being stretched. I waddled over to the chair, affixed the vibrator and hit play.

"Mom, who do the actors in the movie remind you of?"

"Oh my god, it looks like you and me. Her hair is red, but the way they are making love... it's like I am watching a video of you and me."

I came quickly that evening, fantasizing that Robert was doing to me precisely what James Deen was doing to the beautiful woman on the screen.

But as I said, more often than not, I was not able to achieve orgasm over the phone with Robert.

On a few other occasions, when I seemed to be at the peak of my cycle and my libido was at its height, and Robert was verbally arousing me with memories of our most cherish and sensual encounters, I did cum. And while very enjoyable, it still left me feeling a bit empty and unfulfilled. Robert certainly enjoyed our verbal long distance foreplay, and was disappointed when I could not achieve an orgasm during these games. In fact, I got in the habit of doing something I had never down previously, I occasionally faked orgasms on the phone with my stepson.

I felt that my inability to cum might be my punishment for the sins I committed with Robert this summer. In truth, I would have accepted that fate as my punishment; however, I feared that ultimately, my punishment could be much, much worse. Some of you might think this fear of punishment is silly; but I have twelve years of Catholic education where the nuns indoctrinated me into the concept of sin, guilt and punishment. And it was in that context that I viewed the world and my many sins.

One day, a few weeks before the holidays, following a failed attempt to get me to climax over the phone, Robert directed me to another internet porn site that had volumes of stories on various sexual variations. “Mom, I found an interesting internet site that I want you to visit, I want you to read some of the stories on taboo sex. It may put what we did, what we shared in a more appropriate context. It may help you realize that we are not as unique, not as perverted as you seem to think.”

After much discussion and at Robert’s insistence, I agreed to visit the site. There was a whole list of various sexual deviations listed. I really did not know such sites existed. There were categories of stories on bondage, wife swapping, exhibitionism, lesbian stories, gay stories, love stories, and stories about toys and devices. And yes, there was section on taboo sex. Most of the stories dealt with father-stepdaughter, or stepbrother-stepsister relationships. Some were well written, most were not.

I was a bit surprised at both the number of stories and the interest this taboo subject seemed to garner. And while some of the better written stories were stimulating, my attempts to masturbate to them were still not successful.

Next time when we spoke, Robert asked if I had visited the site, I said that I had.

“You see mom, there are a lot of people out there in the same situation as us. There are a lot of people who have relationships similar to ours.”

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