Traveling with Bryan - Ch.1 - the temptation begins - Sex Stories

Traveling with Bryan - Ch.1 - the temptation begins

... referred to me by my first name rather than 'mom'. I handed him the glass and watched with interest. He sipped the merlot, and nodded appreciatively. I then asked, "would you like a glass?" He nodded. I saw no harm, so I poured him a glass and refilled my own glass. We spent the next hour or so, talking and together we consumed the entire bottle of wine. Bryan got a little gabby and frisky with the two glasses of wine he had. I could feel myself becoming slightly light headed from my third glass; usually my limit is two. It was after 10:30 p.m., when I declared it was time for 'lights out'; we needed our sleep. We climbed under the covers, each staying on our own side of the bed in the eerie silence of the darkness. Then the enormity of my father's stroke, and the potential of his death hit me; and I began to cry. Although I tried to be silent in my tears, Bryan sensed that I was weeping. "Brenda, are you OK?" he asked with genuine concern. "Oh, I will be. I am just upset about my father." I said, my voice cracking as I spoke. I turned on my side, my back to my stepson, and continue to cry. Bryan rolled over next to me, and placed his arm around me, comforting me. I welcomed the contact as he slid behind me, spooning me. It had been over three months since I had enjoyed the comfort and intimacy of a man's touch. I missed it, a lot. My thoughts were completely innocent up to this point. Bryan's strong arm draped around my shoulders, and gently massaged my upper arm and I ...

... snuggled back into my stepson's chest and abdomen. Bryan's strong, but gentle contact seemed to trigger an emotional release within me. I started crying harder, weeping, as much chest heaved slightly in uncontrollable sobs. Bryan held me tighter, trying to calm me. I needed his comfort and contact at that moment. We cuddled and I accepted this innocent and emotional comfort and physical contact for several minutes; enjoying the closeness that my stepson and I shared. Suddenly, I felt his penis throb to life against my backside. The first pulse was so slight, I was not sure what it was. But seconds later, another, firmer pulse pressed against me, and I was certain; Bryan's penis was growing erect as he held me. That's right, my stepson was starting to get a boner as he held me while I cried! I froze. I did not want to embarrass or scold him. After all, sixteen year old boys are infamous for getting unwanted, almost perpetual erections at the most inopportune times. I did not know what to do. I did not want to encourage his growing excitement, but above all, I did not want the contact to stop. So I pretended not to notice the throbbing penis pressing against my ass. I laid there motionless and silent as I experienced my stepson's erection growing firmer, and larger against me. Neither Bryan nor I spoke for several minutes as he held me, but I was aware that he was growing fully erect as he cuddled with his stepmother. But his erection was now unmistakable. I wondered, could my ...