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

... he know? What did I do to reveal my submissive side? He ran his fingers up and down my slit, paying particular attention to my now erect and sensitive clitoris. I stood there, biting my lower lip. I would make a slight moan involuntarily every time he his fingers contacted my clitoris. “You are very wet, mom.” I only moaned. I had nothing to say. He was correct. I was very wet. He started to slide his fingers inside of me. “Robert, please, I beg you... we shouldn't be doing this... we can’t do this... please, we mustn't do this,” I panted as tears started to form in my eyes. But rather than push his hands away from me, I squatted down ever so slightly to provide him better access to my vagina. I knew then, as I am forced to admit now, that my physical actions of encouragement again contradicted my words of discouragement. I wanted to be touched and penetrated despite my feeble words to the contrary. I made no attempt to stop my stepson. In fact, with every action I took, I was begging him to touch me, to penetrate me, and to please me. Standing with my legs apart with boots with three inch heels while squatting slightly to open myself up to Robert was difficult, and I started to topple forward a bit. I reached out and balanced myself by placing each of my hands on his shoulders as his fingers found my wet opening and entered me for yet another exploration of my womanhood. He quickly had one, then two fingers inside me. My lubrication was literally leaking out of me now, ...

... coating my inner thighs, making them slippery. His fingers found no resistance to entering my dilated vagina. He again curled his two fingers back towards himself, deep inside me, massaging the front wall of my uterus, deep inside me at my g-spot. I was responding just as he hoped, or perhaps knew, I would. I found myself squatting deeper and opening my legs wider, all the while begging him to stop. “Oh, baby, please, we shouldn’t be doing this...” But I did not try to actually stop him. I was squatting to accept his fingers deeply, conveying a clear sign that I wanted my stepson to finger me to orgasm. As much as I knew I should, I could not bring myself to attempt to push away or remove his hand. I do not know if it was the pleasure of his touch, or my need to submit to his instruction that kept me from attempting to stop this assault on my pussy; probably both. I just know that I did not or could not do anything to stop, or even discourage my stepson. I was becoming so very aroused. I knew an orgasm was building up inside of me. After a few moments, I pleaded quite unconvincingly, “Robert, please. You’re going to make me cum again. Robert, please... I can't hold out much longer...” I was rocking my hips in a synchronized motion to the internal massage Robert was giving my vagina, continuing to steady myself by holding on to his massive shoulders, balancing myself on the three inch heels of my boots as I squatted deeper and deeper to allow my stepson full access to my very wet, ...