1. A Stepmother's sin - Ch 8 - Robert returns to college - the end of a wonderful summer:


    Date: 11/18/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: submissivemom72, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    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 ...
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