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A Step Mother's Sin - Ch. 2: Mistake Two, I Join Him

Date: 5/25/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Incest, Masturbation, Reluctance, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 92.2, Source: sexstories.com

thick and heavy, and firm. Sitting down on the couch next to him, I scooped a small dollop of semen from his chest with my left index finger while simultaneously I beginning to wipe the semen from his abdomen with the warm, wet wash cloth in my right hand. I brought semen on my left index finger to my nostrils and inhaled the wonderful fragrance of my stepson's sperm. "Robert, your sperm smells very nice, I like the way you smell." Robert's penis arched up noticeably and began to grow as I inhaled his scent. Robert obviously liked watching me smell his semen. It was very sexy, indeed. Then Robert lay back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the wash cloth. Then I made yet another mistake. I took his semi-flaccid penis in one hand and wiped it with the warm wash cloth. Already quite large, heavy and stiff, his cock immediately began to grow and pulse under my touch. Instinctively, not really thinking about the morality or ramifications of my actions, I continued to gently massage his penis with the wash cloth as it grew hard. The experience was surreal, and almost dream-like. I really did not feel that I was on control of my actions, but rather a player in a scripted play. I saw a passion in Robert's eyes which I had not seen in any man's eyes in decades. “Is this okay?” I asked as I stroked him back to erection. “Oh, yes,” he moaned appreciatively, arching his hips slightly with each gentle stroke. I knew I was crossing yet another barrier that should not be ... crossed, but the sight and scents of the scene had me intoxicated with lust. I was wet, aroused and not thinking clearly at all. Robert leaned forward and ran his hand up my inner thigh. I froze. I did not intend to have him touch me or for this to go any further. I had not intended for this to go as far as it already had. I tensed up momentarily, keeping me thighs pressed together, denying my step son access to my gushing pussy. Robert merely said, “Relax. I just want to touch you for a moment. I just want to feel your excitement.” He gently separated my legs and his fingers gently explored the gusset of my very damp, almost soaked panties. After several tense seconds of pressing my thighs tightly together, I slowly relented and parted my legs a few inches. As I relented, I reasoned, 'How can I deny Robert touching me while I am touching him?' I knew I should not have been allowing any of this, but we were past the point of making the right decision now; and I clearly did not have the will, strength or desire to release his beautiful hard-on and leave this moment. Robert’s touch on my clitoris, separated from his fingers by only a think piece of fabric, was electric; a slight moan escaped me, revealing how much I enjoyed and needed his touch. It had been over five months since I had been with a man. The last man with whom I had achieved an orgasm, in fact the only man with whom I had ever achieved an orgasm, was Robert’s father. And that was before the divorce, three years ago. I ...