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

... seemed to be more attracted to me and was far more smitten with me than Jim ever was. Robert's attentions were highly flattering. But perhaps the most flattering thing was the way his penis did, in fact, respond to my mere presence. Robert’s response to me was incredibly appealing to me. I could feel myself grow wet as I watched my boy grow erect as a tribute to me! I knew I was falling in love with this young man in a deeply emotional way. I was on a very dangerous path. I had never felt so desirable in my life. If this had been the neighbor’s nineteen year old son, I would have no conflict at all; I would simply think that every thirty nine year old woman needed a nineteen year old lover. However this wasn’t my neighbor's college aged son; this was my stepson. And I was deeply conflicted right now. I did not know what to do. “What are you going to do with that thing now that you have him fully awake?” “It is an offering to my goddess. It is an offering to you.” He stood there proudly displaying himself. “Robert, I have to go to work. I cannot stay home and play.” “Mommy, you can’t leave me like this all day. Look at me. Look at our friend Willy. We need your immediate assistance, Miss Cindy. Please? We are both crazy about you.” He looked at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes while sporting the biggest boner I had ever seen; the irony was obvious. I sat staring for several seconds, contemplating my options here. How did my world change so dramatically and so quickly? How ...

... did I become responsible for Robert’s frequent boners and responsible for initiating his orgasms? Finally, shaking my head in disbelief, I said simply, “Come here.” He walked towards me, his erection swung side-to-side with each step. My god, he was a magnificent specimen, he was an Adonis, he was my Adonis. He stood in front of me, and I reached up and took his rigid tool in my fist, stroking him slightly. “Before I assist you and ‘Willy’, tell me, have you been a good boy?” “Oh, I have been a very good boy,” he answered in a feigned little boy voice. “Yeah, what have you done that is so good? What have you done to earn my assistance that you claim to need so badly?” He thought for a moment before answering, continuing to rock his hips to encourage my strokes. “Well, I gave my mommy an orgasm last night.” “I am not sure that qualifies as ‘being good’, young man. It seems to me that you have been pretty bad lately. In fact, if I remember correctly, you tried to fuck me bareback, even though you knew I was not on the pill.” “But I didn’t, did I? I was a good boy, wasn’t I?” “Well, you sure did try to fuck me bareback; you tried real hard, didn’t you?” He got serious for a second. “Mom, you have no idea how badly I wanted to enter you last night, here in the kitchen. You have no idea how hard that was.” “Son, I am well aware how ‘hard it was’, it was pressing into my vagina as I convinced you to stop. In fact, you ‘poked your head in a bit’ before you stopped. You were well past ...