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I arose early, slipped out of bed without waking Robert. Silently, Iwent into the bathroom. I turnedthe
wateron, giving the hot water time to work its way through the pipesfor mywarm shower.
While waiting for the water to warm up, I stared into the mirror and assessed mythirty nineyear old
body. Objectively speaking, I was in excellent shape. My breasts were firm and perky, my waist was
flat and small, and my hips and buttocks were in excellent proportion to the rest of me. Most people
would have believed I was not yet thirty.
I reached down between my legs, squatting slightly and reached in to retrieve my diaphragm. As I
pulled it free, a flood of semen mixed with my ownjuice spilled from my vagina in large globsthat ran
down my thighs. A few dollops of it spilled on to the floor between my ankles.
I tossed the diaphragm into the sink. I grabbed a tissue and wiped the globs of semen from the floor.
Up to that point, the events of the previous night seemed surreal and dreamlike. But here was
irrefutable evidence dripping from me that yes, I had in fact allowed my stepson to enter me, and spill
his seed deep inside me…..twice.
Rather repulsed by the gooey mess running down my thighs, I was intrigued by it, and somewhat
amazed, at the sheer volume of his ejaculate. My young man had certainly pumped a full load inside
me. It had been a long time since I had any man ejaculate inside me, but this seemed to be a much
greater residual volume than I could ever remember before.

I reached down and scooped up two of the larger globs from my inner thigh on my finger tips, and I
brought the spent semen up to my face to study it further. I held the semen under my nostrils, gently
inhaling the scent; it was not at all unpleasant; on the contrary I enjoyed breathing in the aroma. I
closed my eyes as I enjoyed my stepson’s most intimate fragrance.
I was reliving the experience through my sense of smell. Irealized that very few stepmothers ever got
to enjoy the scent of their stepson's semen. I guess that’s how it should be. Nonetheless, I was
enjoying inhaling Robert’s scent for an extended moment.
The mirror was fogging up now, indicating that the hot water had arrived. I brought myself back to
reality and stepped into the shower to wash away all the evidence of my crime; the physical evidence
at least.
After washing and drying myself, I walking over to the sink and picked up the beige, concave rubber
devicethat had been protectingmy cervix from Robert's invading sperm. I washed my diaphragm,
dried it, and placed it intoits plastic container. I then placed the container and a tube of spermicidal
jelly in my purse. I realized I needed to keep thishandy and accessiblewhile Robert was home for the
summer.
I put on my make up, dressed and prepared to meet the day. I was early, it was not yetfive forty
fivea.m.
I still had an hour before I needed to leave. So I sat at the kitchen table sipping my coffee, trying to
make sense of the massive changes in my life and the events that caused them.
I could not make sense out of any of this. I alternated between gut wrenching guilt, a debilitating
sense of anxiety and a level of excitement that I could not recall previously experiencing.
I heard Robert moving about. I looked up and saw him bounding down the stairs completely naked,
his flaccid penis bobbing wildly in front of him. As he entered the kitchen he stopped and looked at
me grinning.
“Well Willy, lookie who is here…..it’s Miss Cindy,” he said, referring to me by my first name in a show
of familiarity that indicated a level of comfort with this situationthat I had difficulty comprehending.
“Willy?” I questioned.
“Miss Cindy - or should I say Mom? - let me introduce you to my good friend Willy," as he motioned to

his penis. “I actually think you two have already met,” he said coyly. “In fact, if I remember correctly,
you two have become very close friends.”
My god, he was a confident and cocky bastard. He was his father’s son, no question about it.Almost
on cue, Robert’s penis seemed to pulse upward as though it was a 'one eyed man'trying to look up at
me during our ‘introduction’. As I watched, his penis pulsed and throbbed several times, each time
growing slightly longer, thicker and stiffer.
When it was sticking straight out from his tight abdomen, about half erect, I said, “That is amazing. Is
this going to happen every time you enter a room where I am?”
He was only partially erectyet it wasalready aboutsixinches long and was hanging just south of
horizontal. Even though he was only partially firm, myyoung loverhad the start of a very
impressiveboner already.
“I think so mom,” Robert said confidently, pausing before continuing, I was more than a little
distracted as I watched ‘Willy’ continued pulse ashe grew erect before my very eyes.
“Willy is a lot like Pavlov’s dog. He starts salivating when he hears the bell ring. He is merely reacting
to being in the presence of the most beautiful and sensual woman on the planet.”
“Oh my God,” was all I could utter. “You are a most amazing young man. Never have I seen anything
like this. I have never known anyone like you. Your length, girth and ability to respond are like nothing
I have ever seen before.”
I was genuinely astonished.
“I have never seen a man grow erect without physical contact. Ididn't evenknow this was possible.”
Had I not witnessed it myself, I still would not believe it happened.
As strange as it might sound, I couldn't help but feel some level of pride in my stepson’s physical and
sexual prowess. He was a remarkable specimen. Atsix foot,two inches, with broad shoulders and
muscular chest, he had the physique that looked like he just stepped out of Greek mythology. And his
penis was the most impressive male tool that I had ever seen.
In so many ways, Robert reminded me of his father, only Robert seemed to be moreattracted to me
and was far more smittenwith me than Jim ever was. Robert's attentions were highly flattering. But
perhaps the most flattering thing was the way his penis did, in fact, respond to my mere presence.

Robert’s response to me was incredibly appealing to me.
I could feel myself grow wet as I watched my boy grow erect as a tribute to me! I knew I was falling in
love with this young man in a deeply emotional way. I was on a very dangerous path.
I had never felt so desirable in my life. If this had been the neighbor’snineteen year old son, I would
have no conflict at all; I would simply think that every thirty nine year old woman needed a nineteen
year old lover. Howeverthis wasn’t my neighbor's college aged son;this was my stepson. And I was
deeply conflicted right now. I did not know what to do.
“What are you going to do with that thing now that you have him fully awake?”
“It is an offering to my goddess. It is an offering to you.”
He stood there proudly displaying himself.
“Robert, I have to go to work. I cannot stay home and play.”
“Mommy, you can’t leave me like this all day. Look at me. Look at our friend Willy. We need your
immediate assistance, Miss Cindy. Please? We are both crazy about you.”
He looked at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes while sporting the biggest boner I had ever seen;
the irony was obvious.
I sat staring for several seconds, contemplating my options here. How did my world change so
dramatically and so quickly? How did I become responsible for Robert’s frequent boners and
responsible for initiating his orgasms?
Finally, shaking my head in disbelief, I said simply, “Come here.”
He walked towards me, his erection swung side-to-side with each step. My god, he was a magnificent
specimen, he was an Adonis, he was my Adonis. He stood in front of me, and I reached up and took
his rigid tool in my fist, stroking him slightly.
“Before I assist you and ‘Willy’, tell me, have you been a good boy?”
“Oh, I have been a very good boy,” he answered in a feigned little boy voice.
“Yeah, what have you done that is so good? What have you done to earn my assistance that you

claim to need so badly?”
He thought for a moment before answering, continuing to rock his hips to encourage my strokes.
“Well, I gave my mommy an orgasm last night.”
“I am not sure that qualifies as ‘being good’, young man. It seems to me that you have been pretty
bad lately. In fact, if I remember correctly, you tried to fuck me bareback, even though you knewI was
not on the pill.”
“But I didn’t, did I? I was a good boy, wasn’t I?”
“Well, you sure did try to fuckme bareback; you tried real hard, didn’t you?”
He got serious for a second. “Mom, you have no idea how badly I wanted to enter you last night, here
in the kitchen. You have no idea how hard that was.”
“Son, I am well aware how ‘hard it was’, it was pressing into myvagina as I convinced you to stop. In
fact, you ‘poked your head in a bit’ before you stopped. You were well past the front door when I got
you to slow down and reconsider. I just hope you didn’t leak any of your little 'spermies' into me. You
could be one minor plumbing leak from having a brother and son in once fell swoop.”
I continued to stroke him, and he continued to rock his hips as we talked.
“Mom, I know. I know I was already in a bit. It was all I could do to keep from plunging into you. It was
really tough for me to pull back and wait.”
“I know, Robert. But you must never do that.”
He nodded in agreement as he humped my fist.
I decided that Robert needed to articulate that fact. “Repeat after me ‘I will not try to fuck my
mommyunprotected any more.’ Go ahead, let me hear you say it.”
Robert made an expression that indicated he thought this little exercise was silly. He seemed like he
did not want to say those words. SoI stopped stroking his erection for a second and waited.
Robert quickly relented andsaid, “I will not try to fuckmy stepmomunprotected any more until she is on
the pill, which she needs to take care of right away. I promise.”

“One more time…”
“I will not try to fuck my step mommy bareback any more until she is on the pill. I will not pump my
stepmom’s pussy full of my potent cum….”
He just could not keep from ‘cracking wise’ with me, even on this subject.
The fact that he was obviously very proud of his virility and the 'potency of his semen' was not lost on
me. I wondered if, on some level, he did actuallywant to impregnate me? I put that thought out of my
mind momentarily, but made a mental note to get on the pill quickly as a preventative measure.
“Good boy.”
I brought his erection to my lips, kissed it several times, placed the tip of my tongue into the opening
slit. A loud guttural moan escaped him as I tongued his slit which told me he liked the tip of my tongue
probing his urethra. He liked ita lot.
I took him into my mouth and slowly brought him to a slow torrid orgasm. As he came, I continued to
suck and swallow; I certainly did not need my stepson’s cum spots on my business suit. Beside, I had
recently learned that I found the smell and taste of Robert’s semen enjoyable. Who ever would have
guessed?
When I thought he was done ejaculating, I took him out of my mouth, but another small translucent
white drop appeared on the tip of his glans, I leaned forward and licked it off, realizing that I truly
enjoyed the taste of Robert’s semen. Swallowing him seemed the most natural thing in the world now.
“Thank you. I needed that.”
“I know you did, baby. Go get dressed, I have to go.”
I stood up and hugged him. I noticed that he made no attempt to kiss me. It was clear that having just
cum in my mouth, he did not want a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. Men are strange a****ls
indeed; they love to have us womeningest their semen, but they want no part of tasting their sperm
themselves.
Moments later, as I walked out the door, I heard him say, “Mom, I love you so much.”
And I knew he really did.

At the office...
I arrived at work, still aware of the very faint taste of Robert’s semen and uncertain what I should do,
or what I could do with this emotionally and morally complicated mess in whichI found myself. But my
first step was to go to the ladies room to brush my teeth. As irrational as it might sound to you, I was
fearful thatthe scent of Robert's semen might be detectable on my breath.
I was paranoid that someone would somehow instinctivelyuncover the truth and discoverthe horrific
act I was committing. Part of me kept questioning whether or not I was truly the monster that society
would label me if they only knew. Mothers do not sleep with their stepsons, ever. But I had done just
that.
I did not fully understand how this all happened, although I felt very culpable. My c***dhood Catholic
upbringing taught me plenty about guilt, as well as some about forgiveness. I was feeling an
enormous burden of guilt, and I feared I could never be forgiven.
I could revisit the events leading up to this moment, but to what end? Yes, I should not have invaded
his privacy the night I saw him first masturbating. And yes, I should never agreed to our mutual
masturbation session, that was totally over the line. And I should never have allowed him to touch
and taste me. Each mistake led to another. But I do not know how I could have prevented last night;
Robert was intent on having me, with or without my diaphragm in place. I knew then as I know now, it
was far better to agree to insert my diaphragm and allow my stepson to enter me, than to try to resist
and risk having him take me without protection.
On the other hand, I was not a victim here. I did respond physically to Robert’s attentions, and I did
respond emotionally as well. I responded in a profound and shattering manner. I should not have; I
wish I had not, but I had.
So what now? The important thing was doing what was best for Robert. He seems to have no
problem with the current arrangement. He seems to have no pangs of guilt. I needed to think more; I
needed to have a serious discussion with Robert. I also needed to understand better what was really
going inside Robert’s head. Then I thought, I do not even understand what is going on inside my
head! I was totally confused.
Later that morning I called my ObGyn and got a prescription for birth control pills. I did not know what
the future would hold, but it was clear that neither Robert nor I could be trusted to put these events in
the past where they belong, and I knew that I did not have the physical or emotional strength to stop
him from taking me whenever he chose. And I was not sure I could turn away from the pleasure my
stepson gave me either.

When I picked up the prescriptionover lunch, the pharmacist reminded me to use another form of birth
control for at least seven days after starting to take the pill. Note to self, keep diaphragm in place
whenever there was any risk or potential.
Back in my office, I shut my door and satsilently, trying to sort things out. I needed to assess how this
happened and what to do about it. Just how culpable was I? Did I do something that caused Robert to
come on to me, or was I merely thrown into a difficult and unexpected situation to whichI responded
poorly? What exactly did I do to encourage Robert to feel so comfortable pushing the boundaries with
me? When did I cross the line from being his mother to being a sexual target for him? How did this
happen?
Wait, I realized, I was asking all the wrong questions. While understanding my level of culpability
might lessen, or increase the level of guilt I was already feeling, it was not going to help me determine
what I should be doing next? Unintentionally, I had crossed a line that should never have been
crossed, actually several lines. On the other hand, Robert was of legal age, and he was a fully
developed and mature man; at least physically he was.
And although I knew what Robert and I did was wrong by any measure, he did not think it was wrong;
he thought it was one of the most beautiful encounters two people could experience. Was I really in a
position to argue against his assessment? Could he be right? Could it be that these would be the
most precious and cherished memories he ever experiences as he passed through life?
I had to accept the fact that not only wasn’t I going to change Robert’s view of this, I was not going to
be able to dissuade him from trying, in a most tenacious manner, to maintain the physical nature of
our relationship.
And did I really want to dissuade him?
Objectively speaking, on one level, I felt the proper thing was to stop this craziness; however, I knew I
would be unable to resist his determined full pressure assault on my will power and my loins. On a
very deep level, I knew I desired this to continue as much as Robert did; perhaps more. After all, as a
college student, Robert had numerous other alternative sexual outlets available. I did not.
Although I verbally had discouraged Robert's advances, I did not resist enough, if at all. In fact, my
physical reactions did nothing but encourage my stepson to continue. While I was saying the word
‘no’, I was allowing Robert to remove my panties, and I was squatting and opening my thighs to give
Robert better access to my most intimate parts.

I did enjoy his touch. I loved the feeling of having him inside me, filling me and stretching me open. I
loved the feeling last night of laying with Robert inside me in a post-coital cuddle as I slowly
descended from a powerful orgasm. Wrong as it was, I enjoyed it, a lot.
I would like to think that if I really wanted to do so, I could behave better going forward, but I was fairly
certain I would not be able to resist his pressure and advances. He simply knew how to push my
buttons too well. And I felt certain his pressure would continue after the success he had had so far.
Okay, if I could not institute a “dead stop” on the physical and sexual aspects of our relationship, what
were the rules? First, I needed to make sure that I was protected from pregnancy. I would use my
diaphragm religiously in addition to getting on the pill starting today. Robert and I needed to have a
candid discussion and agree what was in and what was out of bounds.
It was now five o'clock,time to go home and face my son.
Going home to face Robert
As I got up to leave, it dawned on me, I needed to always have my diaphragm in place when I came
home. Robert needed not know I had it in place, but I could not risk being taken, either by force or by
seduction, without having time to get my protection in place.
I went into the ladies room with my purse. I entered the stall, opened my purse, removed the beige
diaphragmand filled it with spermicidal jelly. Sitting on the toilet, I open my thighs, andinserted my
diaphragm, covering the opening of my cervix. At leastnow I had a barrier to protect me from
becoming pregnantby my stepson.
I convinced myself that I was doing thisas a strictly precautionary measure, not intending to resume
the intimacies with my stepson. I convinced myself that I did not know what I would encounter at
home, and had to be prepared in case Robert go too insistent.
I shook my head in disbelief that Ihad inserted my diaphragm in case mynineteen year old stepson
insisted upon taking me tonight. Amazing. And being honest with myself, I knew if he 'insisted', I
would cooperate.
I arrived home that night to find Robert had prepared a meal for the two of us, and had already
chosen a bottle of wine for us to share over dinner. He was attempting to create a romantic mood for
his ‘date’ tonight.
“Can we talk?” I asked as I sat down at the dinner table with a plate of blackened tilapia in front of me.

“Sure, what do you want to talk about?” Robert said with a sly grin.
I took a sip of merlot as I gathered my thoughts.
“About all that has happened between you and I the past two nights. I realize I may not be able to
convince you that this is wrong, or that it should not have happened, or that we need to stop and
place this in the distant past….”
Robert interrupted, “That’s good. My work here is done!” he said as he pumped a celebratory fist in
the air for effect.
“Robert, please, don’t joke now. This is not a good situation for you. You should be chasing college
girls, developing relationships with girls your own age, and ultimately finding one you will marry and
raise a family with.”
“Mom, I intend to do all those things. But I want you too. I need you. All I ever wanted was to have a
woman like you. Now, not only do I have a woman like you, I have you. And I am never, ever letting
you go. You are mine now. There is nothing anyone can do about it; not you, not anybody. A part of
you will always belong to me.”
There was a real passion and conviction in Robert's words as he spoke. I thought I actually heard his
voice crack slightly revealing the level of emotion he too was feeling right now.
Once again, my head was swirling.
There was no question, Robert was feeling deep, passionate and real love; not simple teenage lust.
To him, this was a committed relationship; a life long commitment of sorts. It was wrong, it was
twisted; but it was real, genuine, and to him, beautiful.
I could not help being flattered that any man could be so taken, so in love and so committed to me. It
was certainly more complicated and emotionally charged since this man was also my stepson; but it
was flattering nonetheless. No man had ever been this taken with me, or smitten with me. If I am
honest with myself, I must admit that at that moment, I did not want to give this up either.
It was also clear that Robert did not think he was doing anything wrong for him, or for me. He did not
see any way that passionately loving me would harm me. And it was clear that he was a very
tenacious and determined young man, and he was not going to be dissuaded from this course upon
which he had set us both.

After several moments of uncomfortable silence, I responded to what Robert had said, “Robert, you
need to understand that I really believe we made a mistake, what we did was wrong, and that we
should stop this insanity now…”
“I will not let you make this into something ugly or wrong,” he interrupted.
“I think I understand that - or at least, I accept that is how you feel. I disagree. But I accept that I am
not going to change your mind. But you do need to understand that I really think we should stop.”
I paused to let that sink in.
“But regardless of whether or not I can convince you to stop, we need to establish some boundaries
and guidelines,” I said while watching closely for Robert's reaction
Robert initially looked puzzled, and then he smiled, relieved at this sign that I was considering some
scenario where we would continue.
“What would those boundaries be?” he inquired. His demeanor was much more positive now that he
understood that I was not going to insist we end this torrid love affair at all costs. He seemed to be
actually beaming at the thought that I was agreeing to continue our intimacies.
“Well, first, you need to have other interests, pursue other girls your own age; if not while you are
here, certainly when you return to college.”
“Okay, that seems fair. Are you going to date other men while I am staying here this summer?”
This brought a huge smile to my face.
“No, I think I can give up my very active datinglife for the next three months while you are here.
Robert, I have not been ‘on a date’ in nearly six months. I have not been ‘with a man’ in the sexual
sense in nearly a year prior to me ‘being with you’ last night. My dating, and my sex life have been
very boring, and very inactive. Robert, my sex life prior to you was... well... non-existent.”
I chuckled as I answered.
“That’s good, because, to be honest, I would not like to have other guys taking you out, and ‘doing
you’ while I am here.”

“Doing me?” I laughed.
“You know what I mean. I know that we are not going to be a monogamous couple for the rest of our
lives, but for the time I am here, I want you to belong to me, and only me.”
“You are cute, and that is very sweet. Okay, while you are here, I will be your woman. You will be my
man. It will be an interesting summer,” I said, shaking my head at the absurdity of the situation.
Then it hit me, I just agreed to 'go steady' with my stepson.
"Robert, no one can know about this, ever; especially not your father," I said emphatically.
Robert's expression turned immediately to exasperation. "Of course, mom. Do you think I am
stupid?"
He was obviously a bit insulted that I felt the need to point out the obvious.
"Robert, I know you know this; but you can't ever slip up. If you are sitting around the dorm, drinking
with your buddies, telling tales about wild sexual adventures, you can't say 'I got one that will top you
all...I banged my stepmom this summer'."
"Mom, I know that."
"And Robert, normally I would never advise you to keep anything from your wife, when you get
married someday; but this is one intimacy that needs to remain between you and me. Your wife can
never know what you and I shared, okay?"
"Mom, I promise you, I will never tell a soul. I will never disrespect you in any way. I realize people
would not understand what we are doing. But mom, this is not about sex; it is about love. I love you.
That's why I want to be with you."
I could feel tears form in my eyes as I knew he was right; this was about love and intimacy, not sex.
"God, I love you Robert."
"I love you too, mom."
"Robert, one last thing. We need to keep the intimacy inside the house. When we are out in public,
we need to act like a stepmother and her son, not like lovers. There can not be any 'public shows of

affection'; not even holding hands."
Robert nodded indicated that he understood.
"Mom, do you think maybe we could take a short trip this summer and go somewhere that no one
knows us? Somewhere we could actually go on a real date? Maybe go dancing? And hold hands?"
"Robert, you are so sweet. Perhaps we can. I think I would like that too. But let's not get ahead of
ourselves."
I smiled, deeply pleased at the thought of Robert and I taking a trip this summer and being able to
act like a true couple in public. Perhaps Atlantic City might be an option? Or upstate New York? I
would have to work on this later.
Robert stood. The bulge in his pants was noticeable. I finished my glass of merlot. Robert stepped
around the table, took my handand pulled me to a standing position. Heguided me to the living room
couch. It was clear that this discussion was over for the time being.
We kissed deeply, each of our tongues exploring the other’s mouth. Robert began unbuttoning my
blouse, removing it and then my bra; leaving my smallish, but perky tits exposed to the air-
conditioned air. My nipples stood up proudly on display. I started unbuttoning Robert’s shirt and
removing it. I was still in awe ofhis taut abdomen, as well ashis well defined chest, shoulders and
arms.
"Robert, I just love your chest and arms. God, you are a gorgeous young man," I said while caressing
his chest, and gently teasing his nipples. "Baby, if I had known someone likeyou when I was in
college, I likely would have gotten knocked up before my eighteenth birthday. I could never say 'no' to
you."
It was an honest admission to my nineteen year old stepson that I would not refuse him, not tonight,
not tomorrow, not ever. By tellingRobert thatI could never say 'no' to him, I was actually making a
commitment to my stepson. I wascommitting to allowing him access tohis stepmother's pussy for the
rest of his life.
I don't know if this commitment was lost on him, but at that moment I knew I would never deny my
stepson access to mefor the rest of his life. I belonged to him!
I leaned forward and took one of his nipples in my mouth sucking it, much the way he had sucked my
nipples last night. I kissed his chest, and massaged his erection through his pants.

While I was caressing and kissing him, a thought re-entered my mind. I wanted to test whether or not
the thought of impregnating me aroused him, or if it scared him. Was the risk of getting his
stepmother pregnant part of the excitement and allure of the torrid affair that he had imposed on the
two of us?
I did not know what I would do with the knowledge, but on a very core level, I wantedto know.
As Robert unzipped my skirt, I raised my bottom off the couchallowing him toremove it.I fumbled with
his belt and zipper of his slacks. It was a bit embarrassing, my stepson was far more nimble and
adroit at undressing me than I was at undressing him. I guess he had far more practice in college
than I had recently.
For a moment, I wondered how many girls had Robert been with? I felt a silly pang of jealousy come
over me as I realized that my nineteen year old stepson likely had more sexual partners than I had in
my entire life. I forced the thought and the jealousy from my mind.
Robert finally assisted me in releasing his belt, andthe top clasp of his pants. He stood, and removed
his pants, boxers and socks quickly. His penis was partially erect already.
Robert kneeled in from of my, separated my thighs, and he kissed my pussy through the wet material
of my panties. I lifted my bottom up to allow him to remove my panties.
He sat back down next to me.
We were now both naked,necking andgroping each other on the couch. To me, there was something
sexy about being naked outside of the bedroom. I can’t quite explain it, but it added to my excitement.
As we necked on the couch, I lowered my hand into his lap and found his penis. Robert’s erection
was large, rigid and standing straight up on its own. God, he was sexy, no question about it.
I softly ran my fingers around the ridge that separated the glans from the meaty shaft of his cock,
barely touching him. The head of his erection swelled and pulsed in response to my very soft touch.
Robert arched his hips, attempting to increase contact as he moaned in frustration. I continued to
tease him, barely touching the smooth, very sensitive skin of his glans and the area right beneath the
head.

"Shit, mom... I can't take that... you are driving me crazy."
"I know. That's why I do it."
Robert patience with my teasing was wearing thin. He stood up, pulling me standing as well. As he
did the previous night, in order to kiss me more comfortably without bending over so far, Robert
placed my arms around his neck, andsimply hoisted up my tiny frame, grabbing my both my legs and
pulling me so I was straddling his well conditioned torso; my arms wrapped tightly around his neck as
we kissed.
I liked the way he was able to lift my light frame at his will. It made me feel petite and vulnerable;
somewhat powerless in the presence of this strong powerful man who was both my lover and my
stepson.
I felt the head of his erection bouncing against my legs and buttocks as we necked like teenagers. I
guess that should not be too surprising since one of us was a teenager. Then I felt his cockhead start
to search more urgently for my opening, or any opening!
Just as had happened the previous night, once the head of his penis found the wetness ofopening
Robert arched up for gain entrance to my wet and dilated vulva.
Since he did not know that I had already inserted my diaphragm, I decided to tease, and test, him a
bit. I was curious to see how he would react to my teasing.
With the head just at the opening,actuallyinside me less thanan inch, I broke off our kiss and said,
“whoa baby, you can’t go inside me quite yet.”
He looked at me puzzled, as if to say, ‘Why not?’
“Baby, I need to get my diaphragm in place.”
Butrather than pull away, I held myself steady, my arms propping me up on his shoulders. Then I
lowered myself ever so slightly, allowing his cock to edge inside me another half inch or so. I had just
the head inside me inner folds. I looked into his eyes with all the love and lust I had, and I contracted
my vagina to give the large bulbous head of his cock a loving squeeze.
The moan that escaped his lips and the sudden pulse of his entire penis let me know he felt my
contraction, and he liked it. He liked it a lot.

I told him, “Baby, you feel so good. You stretch me wider than anyone ever has. But you can’t go
inside quite yet.”
I adjusted my weight on his shoulders slightly causing me to slide down on his rigid pole just a bit.
“Oh, baby, you need to lift me off your tool. I will get my godiaphragm in place. I will do it quickly.”
I contracted my vagina once again; and his penis throbbed again in response.
“But, Robert, you can’t fuck me bareback. You just can’t. No matter how good it feels.”
And I squeezed his cock's head with my vagina one more time.
I wasgetting an enormous amount of pleasure fromteasing my boy like this. I was watching the facial
expressions. He was completely lost in his lust for me at that moment.
Since the very first night, when he caught me spying on him inmy voyeuristic moment of weakness, I
have felt like he had all the power, all the control. Robert had been pulling all the strings. But now, for
these last few moments, I felt I had regained some control.
And most importantly, I knew something he did not know. I knew thatmy diaphragm was in place; I
had started taking the pill; a protective barrier was there to keep him from impregnating me. But
Robert thought the risk of pregnancy at that moment was very, very real.
What would he do, I wondered?
I adjusted my weight again, pushing on his shoulders and pushing my legs down against his strong
hands that we holding me in place with his cockhead just inside my vulva. I lifted up, barely allowing
his penis to exit my vagina, but, after hovering over him for only a second, immediately lowered
myself a bit so thatone totwo inches of his massive pole returned into me.
With just the head of his penis inside me I kissed him deeply, sucking his tongue inside my mouth as
I contracted my vagina again.
I repeated my request, “Baby, please lift me off of you so I can put in my diaphragm. Please don’t
fuck me bareback. I am in the fertile part of my cycle. If you cum in me, Icould get pregnant. And
neither of us want tohave your baby growing in my belly.”
I contracted my cunt again as I teased him; trying to determine if he would lift me off the rigid tool that
was just starting to pierce my vagina, or would he take me right there standing in the living room

andspill his seed inside me? Would Roberttry to impregnate me?
As I contracted my vagina again, hugging the head of Robert's cock one last time I hissed into his
ear, “But you do feel good, baby. You do feel very good.”
I leaned forward and kissed him againdeeply, this time, probing my tongue into his mouth. I was hot, I
was as aroused as I could ever remember. And my passion was clearly present as I sucked his
tongue into my mouth in this deep soul searching kiss, the head of his hard cock throbbing anxiously
inside me a couple of inches. This was very sexy and I was very aroused. I knew I was going to cum
tonight, it was building already.
Robert broke off the kiss and leaned me backwards, separating the distance between our shoulders
while holding my hips to keep his penis just inside me. My arms were stretch out, my fingers locked
together behind his neck, holding myself in place.
It appeared he had made a decision as to whether to set me free to allow me to install my diaphragm
or not. As he leaned me backwards, my body formed an angle with his torso. He was holding me
back almost horizontal now, the head of his penis had now slidinside me several of inches, but was
still only halfway inside me. I looked between my legs and could see thatat leastfour inches of his
thick shaft remained outside my vagina..
In this position, the rigid head was pressing up firmly into the front wall of my opening, pressing on my
very sensitive g-spot. Yes, I was going to have an orgasm tonight, and I would not hold out long.
Robert’s cock was so rigid that it felt like his dick could support my entire 105pound frame if he
released me from his grip.
He moved his hands from under my legs to my hips where he pulled me, suddenly and violently,
towards him, fully impaling me on his erection.
The suddenness of his large penis piercing my vagina was unexpected and, surprisingly painful, and
extremely stimulating. I was not ready to accommodate his full length and girth.
The sudden shock of pain and pleasure as he impaled me evoked a loud screech from deep in my
core. It was a sound I had never before heard, and certainly never before made. (I do not even know
how to imitate the guttural sounds I made at that moment.) Of course, the sudden penetration was
like nothing I had ever experienced or felt before either.
Butthe shot of pain subsided quickly and rapidly became waves of pleasure as myvagina was forced
open to accommodate my stepson’s erection.

This massive penetration initiated my orgasm. My hands were now clasped, fingers interlocked
behind Robert’s neck as I held on for dear life, Roberts’s hands on my hips pulling me into him
violently to meet the rapid thrust of his hip as he pulled in and out of me. His thrusts slapped up
against my ass and thighs, bouncing me up and his strong hands were catching me and positioning
me forhis next thrust.
Being a relatively petite (and short) woman, I had never been able to make love standing up. My
partner was always too tall. And no one had been able to lift and move me with such ease to fuck me
in the manner and position that my muscular stepson was at this moment.
The rigidity ofhis penis, and the ‘angle of attack’forcedthe head of his cock to strike the front wall of
myvagina with such force that it initiated a very powerful orgasm that had me responding
uncontrollably to the rapid and violent pounding my stretched little pussy was being subjected to.
I was being bounced up with each thrust only to be driven back down to meet the next one. I was
crying out, I was afraid I would pass out.
I alternated between begging Robert to stop for a second and let me gather my senses, to begging
him to never stop fucking me like this. I was incoherent. And I was cuming over and over again. I
could not stop.
I just had a long powerful orgasm wave crash through me, and felt another building behind it. Robert’s
massive strength and size allowed him to move my small light body around at will. I was little more
than a light doll to be tossed and turned on top of his rod. I came a second time as he pounded my
tight little pussy from underneath me.
He obviously had decided to spill his seed into what he believed to be my unprotected womb, or
maybe he just gave into the passion of the moment. Either way, as Robert bucked in and out of me,
he thought he was impregnating me, or at least thought that he might be. I decided to play along with
this belief a while longer.
“Oh baby, you are making me cum so hard,” I cried out between his thrusts. In a very broken voice, I
managed to cry out, “But you can’t cum baby;notinside me; not yet... Not until I get my diaphragm in.”
I was using my grip on his neck to allow me to meet every violent thrust inside me with as much force
as I could muster. I was going to cum a third time on my baby’s penis, which, in this particular position
was finding places deep inside me where ‘no man, or device, had gone before’.

Robert was arching his back to get the deepest penetration possible when I felt him shutter, arch
forward and remain, pushing forward inside me. As he held me tightly in place, I could feel his large
penis pulsing violently inside meas the sudden thrusting stopped for a moment.
I knew at that point, he was unloading his seed inside me. I just leaned backwards and accepted it all,
contracting my vagina, both intentionally and involuntarily, in an attempted milking motion to drain
every bit of semen, every last sperm from my stepson’s loins.
We were both soaked with sweat, our chests heaving heavily trying to regain our breath. Robert laid
me back on the couch, and we collapsed in a sweating, panting heap of flesh still coupled together. I
lay on my back. Robert lay on top of me, facing me, still deep inside of me. Our heavy breathing
making any discussion impossible at that moment. I could feel him pulse inside me, and to each throb
of his penis, I would return of a loving squeeze by contracting my vagina on his penis.
After two or three minutes, Robert broke the silence. “Mom, I am sorry. I should not have done that.”
He was still inside me as we lay there recovering. And he was still heavy, firm and stiff, if not
completely rigid.
“No you really should not have,” I agreed. “But I am as much to blame as you. More perhaps.”
“But you did tell me to stop, several times; you asked me to set you down so you could get your
diaphragm. I wanted to let you go; I just couldn’t stop myself.”
I decided to explore this part of my stepson’s psyche a bit more. “Robert, I did not resist nearly
forcefully enough. I don’t know if I could have stopped you, but I did not fight your entrance into me
very much at all. In fact, I encouraged it.”
I paused to let this sink in a moment. Laying there with my stepson’s thick, heavy and partially firm
penis inside me was a very strange experience indeed. I was enjoying the closeness of our post-
coital cuddling. I was enjoying the sensation of Robert’s penis still pulsing occasionally in my very
dilated, open and lubricated vagina. I enjoyed the now involuntary spasms of my vagina around this
wonderful penis. I could feel the semen beginning to slowly leak out of me, our combined juices were
starting to trickle slowly out of me, down towards my backside and on to the leather couch cushions.
All of this gave me a feeling of contentment that I could not deny.
And the conversation with Robert about what had just occurred between us, and why, made me feel
very close too him. Lying there while still coupled with my son gave me a feeling of love, closeness
and intimacy that I cannot begin to describe. I gently contracted my vagina on his penis in an attempt
to convey my love and to comfort my son. Robert’s penis pulsed back in an appreciative response.

“Why do you think you wanted to have me without protection?” I asked, looking into his eyes to gain
some understanding.
“I do not really know myself, Mom.” He paused to think. “But the thought of placing my sperm into
your womb without the diaphragm was strangely exciting. In do not understand it, but I cannot deny it
either.”
We lay silently for a couple of minutes, caressing each other. Robert was not growing flaccid, but
remained firm. In fact, I thought I felt him begin to stiffen a bit as he occasionally moved in and out of
me ever so slightly.
“Mom, if you got pregnant, what would you do?”
“What do you mean, baby?”
“Would you end the pregnancy?”
Now that was a heavy question. I decided to be completely open about this issue. This might be an
opportunity for a moral lesson here. I recognized the absurdity of that thought; a mother lying with her
stepson’s penis inside her providing a moral lesson. Nonetheless, I answered honestly.
“Robert, there are very few sins I have not committed. In fact, I seem to be finding new and more
heinous sins to commit regularly these days.”
Robert started to interrupt me; I stopped him, “Let me finish. This is important for you to hear.”
I took a deep breath before continuing. He pulled his firm cock out of me a few inches and pushed
back in arching his hips forward.
“You feel good inside me baby, God forgive me for saying it, but it is true, you feel so good. But let me
finish,” I repeated. “I could never, and I would never terminate a pregnancy. I could not do that to my
baby. I could not do that to your baby. An abortion would simply be out of the question. That is one
sin that I will not commit.”
He seemed genuinely relieved to hear me say that.
He stroked in and out of me several more times. He was growing more rigid remaining inside of me. I
realized that soon he would be fully erect and he would be fucking me once again.

“Robert, do you think you would feel the same about what we are doing if I were your just a neighbor
or a an older woman you just happened to meet?”
The question caught Robert by surprise and his face registered the impact of the question. “I don't
know. I do think the history we have shared when you were married to my dad does make our
relationship more intimate. I knew you and loved you on a different level before we became intimate. I
really do love you.”
I pulled him towards me, hugged him and contracted my vagina again, giving him the deepest most
intimate hug I could. “Robert, I love you so very much. More than you will ever understand.” And we
silently held our embrace, and I could clearly feel him growing inside of me.
He pulled his penis almost completely out of my vagina for a moment before slipping right back in; my
pussy made a loud slurping sound with the slippery in and out motion. It felt wonderful. He paused
again. Looked into my eyes and asked, “Do you think you might be pregnant?”
“No, baby. I know I am not. I put in my diaphragm before I left the office today. You did not know it,
but you were totally protected, at least from knocking me up.”
Robert face showed some real disappointment at this news. At that moment, I knew he had a real
desire for something that could never be. He really wanted me to carry his c***d, our c***d. He needed
to understand that was not a possibility.
“Why did you make me think you did not have any protection in place?” he sounded hurt.
“Baby, there were a couple of reasons. First, I wanted to understand your frame of mind a little better;
what was driving your desire for me. I really wanted to know if you wanted to impregnate me. Also, I
thought the 'play acting' might excite you. If it was something that you desired on some level, then it
seemed harmless to let you think you were taking me with no barriers in place.”
He nodded in apparent understanding. Without decoupling from me, Robert slid down off the couch
into a kneeling position. As he did, he pulled me forward towards him, pulling my ass off the couch,
leaving me resting my shoulders and back on the couch cushions. And he began slowly, lovingly
fucking me again on the couch.
He was erect again inside of me, never having left since our shared orgasm. Now my pussy was
sloppy wet, wide open and noisily slurping with each long, slow stroke of my stepson’s penis.

He pulled me forward, so that I was sitting on his lap, straddling his muscular thighs, with his penis
reaching up inside me. As he pulled me forward we embraced and kissed passionately, he fondled
my tiny breasts as I raised myself up and down on him.
I was crying as I fucked him, tears running down my face and spilling on to Robert’s chest; but I was
not sad or distraught. The tears were more about the tremendous emotions I was feeling as I rode
him.
I had, for the moment placed aside my shame and guilt. I was past worrying about the morality of our
actions, I just wanted my baby to cum inside me again; which he did.
No man had ever loved me, or been as dedicated to me, or desired me as much as Robert did at that
moment. And feeling him deep inside me, reaching up into my womb with his wonderful penis gave
me a sense of contentment and fulfillment that I cannot describe. The guilt and shame would return
soon enough; but at this instant, I was making love to someone whom I loved dearly and completely.
And to this day, years later, I still cherish the memory of that evening.