Traveling with Bryan - Chapter 4 - the unthinkable happens - Sex Stories

Traveling with Bryan - Chapter 4 - the unthinkable happens

... wanted you as much as you wanted me. I needed you to need me the way you did. It was beautiful." I reached over and took his hands in mine. "Bryan, I know that is what you are feeling right now, and I appreciate you wanting to be there for me, but I was wrong." I could feel my tears welling up in my eyes, my voice was starting to quiver as I tried to speak calmly. "Bryan, I am supposed to protect you, not become a sexual predator that uses you for my own emotional crutch." "Brenda, that is not how it was. I initiated it. And it was beautiful to me. And neither of us used the other. We shared something beautiful with someone we love. We expressed our love. And, no matter what, I do not want to stop sharing our love; I can't stop. I need to be with you." I could see tears forming in Bryan's eyes as he spoke. My stepson was starting to cry as he told me how much he loved me, how much he needed me, how beautiful he felt our intimate relationship was. Bryan's tears triggered the flood gates of my own emotions. Tears started streaming down both our faces as we held each others hands. Bryan leaned forward and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him back. Bryan's hand slowly rose up and cupped my breast. "Oh Bryan, you can't do this...we can't do this. After what just happened, we cannot start this again." I knew I should have removed his hand from my breast. I paused as I tried to garner the strength to end this encounter before it got too far. But I could not ...

... do it. Try as I might, I could not resist my need to be touched at that moment. The temptation was simply too great; the pleasure too enticing. I knew I had the 'safety net' of the bag of condoms sitting on the dresser. And that knowledge, coupled with the knowledge that I had just taken the 'emergency contractive pill', removed the threat of pregnancy, and along with it, any feeling of urgency on my part to prevent a recurrence. I allowed his hand to caress my breast, knowing full well that it could lead to more inappropriate behavior between us. My nipple quickly grew erect as his fingers slowly teased and pulled on it through my bra. I just hugged him and sobbed in an emotional released, my tears soaking his chest and shoulder, while I allowed my teenage stepson to feel me up. With his other hand, Bryan placed his fingers under my chin and raised it. I could see the tears running down his cheeks as I looked into his watery eyes. He kissed me. And despite the desire to avoid any further sin tonight, I was helpless. I opened my mouth and accepted my stepson's tongue as he teased me erect breast with his fingers. I was sobbing, crying, and yes, I was also growing wet and aroused. I dropped my hand to his lap, and I could feel Bryan's penis throbbing against my hand as we kissed and as he felt my breast. I could feel Bryan's tears washing from his cheeks on to mine as he kissed me deeply. We necked, petted and cried for several moments clinging to each other on the bed. It was ...