A Step Mother's Sin - Chapter 4: It Spins Further Out Of Control - Sex Stories

A Step Mother's Sin - Chapter 4: It Spins Further Out Of Control

I returned home around 6 p.m. to find Robert in the downstairs shower. His gym clothes were strewn in front of the bathroom door indicating he had just come from a workout. My normal routine would be to come home, change out of my work clothes and into my night clothes, and then prepare dinner, clean up, etc. As I listened to the shower running in the downstairs bathroom, my mind raced with thoughts of what had occurred just last night. I decided that Robert might interpret me changing into me sleeping attire as an invitation for more 'activity between a stepmother and son'. I was certain that, above all else, that boy did not need any encouragement from me. I decided to keep my work clothes on. I felt that my work clothes could serve as a barrier of sorts to a repeat of the previous night's mistakes. I was wearing a blue, sleeveless print dress with a pleated skirt that reached a few inches below my knees. While form fitting, and flattering to my petite figure, the dress was not overly revealing or inappropriate. It was a dress that I was comfortable wearing to work. Since I am on the short side, somewhere between five foot three inches and five foot four inches, I sometimes struggle to be taken seriously by my six foot tall male co-workers. In an attempt to ‘level the playing field’ somewhat, I regularly wear heels. Today I wore dress boots that came up above my calf and had three inch heels. They were not spiked heels, but they did make standing for extended period of ...

... time somewhat uncomfortable. I was at the kitchen sink, cleaning up the previous night’s dishes, when I heard Robert come out of the bathroom and come into the kitchen. I glanced over my shoulder to see he was wearing only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. “Hi beautiful,” he chirped as he walked up behind me, hugging me from behind and reaching around to cup my right breast. I tensed up and tried to push his hand from my breast. I certainly did not want to resume the petting and touching that had led to my totally inappropriate behavior last night. But he was too strong and I was not going to remove his hand without his full cooperation, “Robert, we made a bad mistake last night. I made a bad mistake last night. I take full responsibility. Not only am I the adult, I am your step mother. I should never have allowed any of that to happen. I don’t know if you can forgive me or not…” Robert interrupted, “It was not a mistake, it was a beautiful thing. It was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. Please do not say ‘it was a mistake’. It hurts me to think you do not think what we shared was as beautiful as I do.” “Robert, it was wrong. It was illegal. And I should not have let it happen. You are still a child. I should have had better judgment, better self control.” “Mom, you are wrong. It was a beautiful. And I am not a child; I am an adult. I will be twenty in two months. I am old enough to vote; I am old enough to serve in the military, I am certainly old ...