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

... mouth. He was pointing direct to the ceiling. Kneeling in front of me, he placed his hands on the outside of my calves and began to reach up under my dress. I stopped him, held his hands, and asked, “What are you doing?” “I want to see something. If you do not react to me the way I react to you, I will agree to leave you alone. But I think I have the same effect on you that you do on me.” I stood there, frozen, unable to move, unable to think. I wanted to find the inner strength to resist, to stop this insanity. My heart was racing, and my head was spinning as I held his hands, preventing them from moving up under my skirt. Robert said nothing. He stared up at me as his fingers squeezed into my legs, reminding me how much I craved his touch. I do not know why, but I released his hands and stood there eyes closed, not knowing what to do, and not understanding what was happening or why. Not really thinking I had the strength or power to do anything other than comply. He slowly ran his hand up under my dress on the outside of my thighs, hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and gently pulled them to the floor. His motions were painstakingly slow; slow enough that I realized he was teasing me as he removed my underwear. As he brought them past my ankles, I stepped out one foot at a time, allowing him to remove them fully over my boots. The smooth silky material of my dress felt strange on my bare ass as I stood there motionless. Robert examined my panties for a brief ...

... instant; I knew my wetness in the crotch was obvious. Robert brought my panties up to his nose and inhaled the aroma from my crotch. With a huge smile he looked at me and said, "I love your scent, mom." I am not sure why, but while it was embarrassing, it was also quite exciting to watch my stepson inhale the aroma of the secretions from my vagina. I liked the fact that he found my scent appealing. Robert, still kneeling in front of me, placed his right hand under my skirt on my inner thigh and looked up at me. I looked down at him, blushing deeply, and I understood what he wanted me to do. After a moment's hesitation, I reluctantly spread my legs slightly, allowing his hand to move further up my inner thigh until he reached my pussy. My face felt as if it were on fire I was blushing so deeply. I understood that I was being teased. I stood there spreading my legs, allowing my stepson to access my more private parts. Much as he did the previous evening, his fingers slowly opened my outer folds to reveal my excitement. But somehow tonight was different. My stepson was instructing me to stand there as he slowly touched me. It was a demonstration of his unique control over me, and a verification that I was powerless to resist. His assertiveness touched a deep and powerful submissive cord inside of me. Robert had stumbled upon an aspect of my psyche that permeated my inner self. I was powerless to resist a strong male to whom I was attracted and for whom I felt affection. How did ...