A Stepmother's Sin - Chapter 5: I try to understand what is motivating my stepson - Sex Stories

A Stepmother's Sin - Chapter 5: I try to understand what is motivating my stepson

Chapter Five: I realize I needed to understand Robert's motivation and desires better It happens again the next morning. I arose early, slipped out of bed without waking Robert. Silently, I went into the bathroom. I turned the water on, giving the hot water time to work its way through the pipes for my warm shower. While waiting for the water to warm up, I stared into the mirror and assessed my thirty nine year old body. Objectively speaking, I was in excellent shape. My breasts were firm and perky, my waist was flat and small, and my hips and buttocks were in excellent proportion to the rest of me. Most people would have believed I was not yet thirty. I reached down between my legs, squatting slightly and reached in to retrieve my diaphragm. As I pulled it free, a flood of semen mixed with my own juice spilled from my vagina in large globs that ran down my thighs. A few dollops of it spilled on to the floor between my ankles. I tossed the diaphragm into the sink. I grabbed a tissue and wiped the globs of semen from the floor. Up to that point, the events of the previous night seemed surreal and dreamlike. But here was irrefutable evidence dripping from me that yes, I had in fact allowed my stepson to enter me, and spill his seed deep inside me…..twice. Rather repulsed by the gooey mess running down my thighs, I was intrigued by it, and somewhat amazed, at the sheer volume of his ejaculate. My young man had certainly pumped a full load inside me. It had been a long time ...

... since I had any man ejaculate inside me, but this seemed to be a much greater residual volume than I could ever remember before. I reached down and scooped up two of the larger globs from my inner thigh on my finger tips, and I brought the spent semen up to my face to study it further. I held the semen under my nostrils, gently inhaling the scent; it was not at all unpleasant; on the contrary I enjoyed breathing in the aroma. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed my stepson’s most intimate fragrance. I was reliving the experience through my sense of smell. I realized that very few stepmothers ever got to enjoy the scent of their stepson's semen. I guess that’s how it should be. Nonetheless, I was enjoying inhaling Robert’s scent for an extended moment. The mirror was fogging up now, indicating that the hot water had arrived. I brought myself back to reality and stepped into the shower to wash away all the evidence of my crime; the physical evidence at least. After washing and drying myself, I walking over to the sink and picked up the beige, concave rubber device that had been protecting my cervix from Robert's invading sperm. I washed my diaphragm, dried it, and placed it into its plastic container. I then placed the container and a tube of spermicidal jelly in my purse. I realized I needed to keep this handy and accessible while Robert was home for the summer. I put on my make up, dressed and prepared to meet the day. I was early, it was not yet five forty five a.m. I still had an hour ...