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I am athirty-nineyear old divorced woman who works as an executive in the very conservative
financial industry. I was married forf******n years before separating and getting a divorce nearly
three years ago. I have one step son, who lives in California with his father most of the year, but
typically spends Christmas, spring break, and summer vacation with me. Robert’s birth mother, Jim’s
first wife, died of leukemia about four months after he was born. She refused chemo treatments
during her pregnancy to protect her unborn c***d; a decision that cost her life. I always respected her
for this sacrifice. I entered his life when Robert was two years old and I was the only mother Robert
had ever known.
Jim and I had a tumultuous marriage. To be candid, the sex was great, but we were very different
people, with different styles, priorities and values. When I was offered a major promotion just over
three years ago to move to Boston, I knew it was time for a life style change and I began taking steps
to end our marriage. This was not a trivial decision for me since we had as*******n year old son,
who was doing well in school and sports. Coupled with the fact that Jim was the only man with whom
I had ever achieved an orgasm, the decision to end the marriage was a tough one.
Robert,who was nows*******n-year-old, stayed with his father where he could continue with his
friends, school and sports. While I considered briefly trying to compel Robert to join me on the East
coast, he was becoming increasingly defiant towards me, challenging my authority and would have
been more than I could handle as a single parent. Besides, I was only his step mother; he belonged
with his father.
Now, three years after my move to the east coast, I have been transferred to New York City where I
have a nice, upscale, one bedroom flat in Manhattan. Robert is twenty years old, and has completed
his sophomore year at a very well known West coast school; he is preparing to come spend the
summer with me.
I have not dated much since arriving in New York City. To be truthful, my world has centered on my
work and little else since my divorce.
I did not see things unfolding as they did; if I had, I would have taken steps to prevent it. But like
many situations, one indiscretion can lead to more and more, and the slope can be very slippery.
I am not proud of what I have done, but I ask the reader to consider each step in the context of the
previous errors of judgment I made, and realize that relatively minor mistakes can lead to bigger and
bigger mistakes as things can spin hopelessly out of control.
Chapter One: Mistake One, Invading His Privacy
When I picked Robert up at Kennedy airport, I was struck by how much he had grown, how much he
had matured and how much he resembled his father in his early twenties. He had become a strikingly
attractive young man with a powerful physique who now towered over my thin (perky)five foot three
inchframe. When he came through security, he picked me up as he hugged me and spun me around
like a rag doll.
Since myapartment only had the one bedroom, a loft of sorts that overlooked the living area, the plan
was for Robert to sleep on the couch for the summer. And since the living room was not actually
isolated from the bedroom, I bought a high quality set of head phones so Robert could watch TV at
night after I had gone to bed without disturbing me.
Robert would not have a vehicle for the summer, but I had arranged a local gym membership so he
could work out during the day to stay in shape. As a college student, he did not have a curfew, but I
asked him to be courteous of the fact that I had to work. But the rules were virtually non-existent. We
typically ate dinner together. Then we would move to the living room, and we would watch together
TV until I retired to bed, at which time Robert would don the headphones and watch TV until he
decided to turn in.
On an evening during the first week Robert was here, I awoke around one a.m. and decided to go
down stairs for a drink of water or juice. I slept in my panties and a tee shirt. As I descended the steps
from the loft, I could see the glow from the TV illuminating the room and Robert was lying back on the
couch with his headphones on. His back was to me. He had a cable movie on, ‘Nine and a Half
Weeks’, which was a soft porn film from the nineteen eighties. I was surprised to see him gently
stroking his erect penis while lying on the couch to the scenes on the TV.
I should have quietly turned and retreated upstairs; however, I was completely mesmerized by the
sight of my step son masturbating. His erect penis was magnificent; thick, long and rigid. It was so
hard and erect that it looked like it hurt. I found myself getting aroused at this sight, and without
thinking, I reached down and touched myself while standing in the shadows, watching my son pump
his fist. After a few moment, I silently slid my fingers inside the waist band of my panties and gently
massaged my erect clitoris as I watched Robert continue to stroke himself.
I hoped he would ejaculate while I watched.
I do not know exactly how long I stood there in the dark, squatting slightly and silently stimulating
myself to the incredible and unexpected sight of Robert's masturbation session, but I assume it was
several minutes. I do not know what made him do so, perhaps he saw my movement behind him
reflected on the TV screen, but suddenly and without any warning, Robert tuned around and saw me
standing in the darkened hallway with my night shirt hiked up around my waist and my hand inside
my panties stoking myself.
“What the hell?” he exclaimed.
I quickly withdrew my hand, tried to straighten my night shirt, and explained that I was only coming
down for a drink. I apologized for disturbing him, quickly scurrying into the kitchen. I could feel the
embarrassment and flush burning my cheeks; my pulse was racing as I quickly thought what to do
next.
Robert followed me into the kitchen, bared chested, wearing only his boxers, and sporting an
enormous boner. “What were you doing back there in the dark?” he asked.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. I was just coming down for a drink. I am sorry I disturbed you,” I repeated.
He stood there, seemingly unaware of how very obvious the huge pole sticking out of his shorts was.
With a confidence that only served to shame and intimidate me, Robert continued to interrogate me.
“It didn’t look to me like you were ‘doing nothing’ back there,” he said with a grin.
I was mortified. I blushed even deeper. And the smirk on his face clearly showed that he was enjoying
my embarrassment.
I pushed past him and Iheaded upstairs saying simply, “Well I was just coming down stairs for a drink.
There is nothing more to it.”
Itried hard to maintain eye contact rather than stare at my son’s erection pointing straight up at me,
but I knowRobert caught my quick glances at his erection.
I heard him chuckle “Okay, if that’s your story” as I ascended the stairs to the loft where my bed was.
I had not even gotten the drink I originally came downstairs for.
I did not sleep much that night, and spent most of the following day deeply distracted about the
relatively innocent interaction with Robert the night before. I was anxious on several fronts. The
embarrassment of the incident notwithstanding, I also had to admit that the image of his very large,
very erect penis was etched indelibly in my mind’s eye. It was arousing me despite my best
intentions. I could not rid my "mind's eye" of the image of Robert's erection no matter how hard I tried,
nor could I control my physical reaction to this image.
financial industry. I was married forf******n years before separating and getting a divorce nearly
three years ago. I have one step son, who lives in California with his father most of the year, but
typically spends Christmas, spring break, and summer vacation with me. Robert’s birth mother, Jim’s
first wife, died of leukemia about four months after he was born. She refused chemo treatments
during her pregnancy to protect her unborn c***d; a decision that cost her life. I always respected her
for this sacrifice. I entered his life when Robert was two years old and I was the only mother Robert
had ever known.
Jim and I had a tumultuous marriage. To be candid, the sex was great, but we were very different
people, with different styles, priorities and values. When I was offered a major promotion just over
three years ago to move to Boston, I knew it was time for a life style change and I began taking steps
to end our marriage. This was not a trivial decision for me since we had as*******n year old son,
who was doing well in school and sports. Coupled with the fact that Jim was the only man with whom
I had ever achieved an orgasm, the decision to end the marriage was a tough one.
Robert,who was nows*******n-year-old, stayed with his father where he could continue with his
friends, school and sports. While I considered briefly trying to compel Robert to join me on the East
coast, he was becoming increasingly defiant towards me, challenging my authority and would have
been more than I could handle as a single parent. Besides, I was only his step mother; he belonged
with his father.
Now, three years after my move to the east coast, I have been transferred to New York City where I
have a nice, upscale, one bedroom flat in Manhattan. Robert is twenty years old, and has completed
his sophomore year at a very well known West coast school; he is preparing to come spend the
summer with me.
I have not dated much since arriving in New York City. To be truthful, my world has centered on my
work and little else since my divorce.
I did not see things unfolding as they did; if I had, I would have taken steps to prevent it. But like
many situations, one indiscretion can lead to more and more, and the slope can be very slippery.
I am not proud of what I have done, but I ask the reader to consider each step in the context of the
previous errors of judgment I made, and realize that relatively minor mistakes can lead to bigger and
bigger mistakes as things can spin hopelessly out of control.
Chapter One: Mistake One, Invading His Privacy
When I picked Robert up at Kennedy airport, I was struck by how much he had grown, how much he
had matured and how much he resembled his father in his early twenties. He had become a strikingly
attractive young man with a powerful physique who now towered over my thin (perky)five foot three
inchframe. When he came through security, he picked me up as he hugged me and spun me around
like a rag doll.
Since myapartment only had the one bedroom, a loft of sorts that overlooked the living area, the plan
was for Robert to sleep on the couch for the summer. And since the living room was not actually
isolated from the bedroom, I bought a high quality set of head phones so Robert could watch TV at
night after I had gone to bed without disturbing me.
Robert would not have a vehicle for the summer, but I had arranged a local gym membership so he
could work out during the day to stay in shape. As a college student, he did not have a curfew, but I
asked him to be courteous of the fact that I had to work. But the rules were virtually non-existent. We
typically ate dinner together. Then we would move to the living room, and we would watch together
TV until I retired to bed, at which time Robert would don the headphones and watch TV until he
decided to turn in.
On an evening during the first week Robert was here, I awoke around one a.m. and decided to go
down stairs for a drink of water or juice. I slept in my panties and a tee shirt. As I descended the steps
from the loft, I could see the glow from the TV illuminating the room and Robert was lying back on the
couch with his headphones on. His back was to me. He had a cable movie on, ‘Nine and a Half
Weeks’, which was a soft porn film from the nineteen eighties. I was surprised to see him gently
stroking his erect penis while lying on the couch to the scenes on the TV.
I should have quietly turned and retreated upstairs; however, I was completely mesmerized by the
sight of my step son masturbating. His erect penis was magnificent; thick, long and rigid. It was so
hard and erect that it looked like it hurt. I found myself getting aroused at this sight, and without
thinking, I reached down and touched myself while standing in the shadows, watching my son pump
his fist. After a few moment, I silently slid my fingers inside the waist band of my panties and gently
massaged my erect clitoris as I watched Robert continue to stroke himself.
I hoped he would ejaculate while I watched.
I do not know exactly how long I stood there in the dark, squatting slightly and silently stimulating
myself to the incredible and unexpected sight of Robert's masturbation session, but I assume it was
several minutes. I do not know what made him do so, perhaps he saw my movement behind him
reflected on the TV screen, but suddenly and without any warning, Robert tuned around and saw me
standing in the darkened hallway with my night shirt hiked up around my waist and my hand inside
my panties stoking myself.
“What the hell?” he exclaimed.
I quickly withdrew my hand, tried to straighten my night shirt, and explained that I was only coming
down for a drink. I apologized for disturbing him, quickly scurrying into the kitchen. I could feel the
embarrassment and flush burning my cheeks; my pulse was racing as I quickly thought what to do
next.
Robert followed me into the kitchen, bared chested, wearing only his boxers, and sporting an
enormous boner. “What were you doing back there in the dark?” he asked.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. I was just coming down for a drink. I am sorry I disturbed you,” I repeated.
He stood there, seemingly unaware of how very obvious the huge pole sticking out of his shorts was.
With a confidence that only served to shame and intimidate me, Robert continued to interrogate me.
“It didn’t look to me like you were ‘doing nothing’ back there,” he said with a grin.
I was mortified. I blushed even deeper. And the smirk on his face clearly showed that he was enjoying
my embarrassment.
I pushed past him and Iheaded upstairs saying simply, “Well I was just coming down stairs for a drink.
There is nothing more to it.”
Itried hard to maintain eye contact rather than stare at my son’s erection pointing straight up at me,
but I knowRobert caught my quick glances at his erection.
I heard him chuckle “Okay, if that’s your story” as I ascended the stairs to the loft where my bed was.
I had not even gotten the drink I originally came downstairs for.
I did not sleep much that night, and spent most of the following day deeply distracted about the
relatively innocent interaction with Robert the night before. I was anxious on several fronts. The
embarrassment of the incident notwithstanding, I also had to admit that the image of his very large,
very erect penis was etched indelibly in my mind’s eye. It was arousing me despite my best
intentions. I could not rid my "mind's eye" of the image of Robert's erection no matter how hard I tried,
nor could I control my physical reaction to this image.
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