My Husband's Son - Part Two - Sex Stories

My Husband's Son - Part Two

Weeks went by without Jack appearing at my house. I was even ashamed of all this craziness, but you know! The flesh is weak. Just remembering that, I masturbated and reliving the scene. Even I wasn't sure why I didn't take Jack to bed: respect, fear, or shame, who knows? Anyway, as the days went by, it frustrated me that I had not tasted the boy more.

The fact is that Jack disappeared and I continued to dream, wishing that one day I could at least see the guy. Enjoy the shame etched into his face. I guess that would be more exciting than fucking him.

When I least expected it, he showed up one Sunday morning.

Ivan was packing his things in the garage. That's when Jack arrived to help his father. I didn't see the guy until he was in the kitchen. He saw me and he was like this, his dick hard and most of all embarrassed.

"You here? It's been a while since you disappeared, kid!"

"Ivan called to me."

I looked at his steamed pants; the tent was set up and I made like a fool.

"He's outside, honey."

He didn't even answer, went out, and disappeared. All I could hear was their voices in the garage and the noise of them organizing the cabinets. I took advantage of that and went to the pool, thinking about him, the two of us in my bed.

But of course, it wasn't going to happen, not that day, but it was a dream, a good dream. I wanted to masturbate, but there was something in the air, something that told me the day was promising. I decided to save myself. When I ...

... saw Jack standing in the kitchen, it looked like he was at his limit. A nice hard limit. I remembered the boy's wet fingers and my jets in his mouth. It was hard to bear.

But I gambled, I knew Ivan would sleep after lunch, after the work they were doing in the garage. Ivan was no longer a young man, he loves to sleep, almost as much as he loves to fuck or watch me fuck.

They finished, I heated lunch and poured wine to spice up the mood. I took advantage of this and took a shower, put on a short dress that showed off my legs and the volume of my breasts, and completed it with heels. Ivan was excited and crazy, but I knew he couldn't stand it, after lunch, he always hibernated like a bear and didn't wake up until after 6:00 p.m. The wine was just a reinforcement to guarantee privacy.

Ivan said goodbye and went to bed. Just as I had imagined.

"So how are things? How is your mother?"

"I'd better go."

"No way! Stay. What are you afraid of?"

I looked him right in the face, Jack looked away, annoyed, even scared as he covered himself so I wouldn't see how he was, but I could imagine. The silence was embarrassing, but that's what I wanted, to make my stepson more and more uncomfortable, even more so when I showed my legs and thighs, swinging my high heels and looking naughty. The type I liked best, was the 'aunt bitch' type, or better yet, the 'stepmother slut' type.

"You disappeared, didn't come here anymore. Why didn't you come?"

"You know why."

"Shame ...