Traveling With Bryan - Ch. 5 - We Head Home From The Funeral - Sex Stories

Traveling With Bryan - Ch. 5 - We Head Home From The Funeral

Bryan and I made it to Albuquerque two days before my dad passed away peacefully. We remained for the funeral and the family gatherings that followed. Those days remain a blur in my memory. Clearly, between my father's passing, the funeral and the family interactions, there were no opportunities for Bryan and me to be intimate; not that I wanted to be intimate under these circumstances. The slight respite gave me some time to search my soul about the events of the past week without a heightened state of arousal clouding my judgment. I came to the conclusion that allowing my stepson into my bed was wrong by any measure. It was a mistake of epic proportions. I can give all the excuses in the world, but it was wrong. However, I also realized that whatever harm was going to be inflicted on my stepson because of my weakness and emotional vulnerability was likely already done. Bryan had slept with his stepmother; there was no changing that fact. There was nothing I could do to undo my sin. The real question was, 'would it harm him further to continue this inappropriate relationship? Should I insist upon ending this relationship now, or could I let it continue?' Then I thought about Jim. I had never before contemplated cheating on my husband; certainly not with his son. I knew that if Jim found out what I had done, my marriage would be over. I did love Jim, but honestly, I never experienced the intimacy with my husband that I enjoyed with Bryan. Jim's job took him away for months ...

... at a time, leaving me alone and lonely. When he was home, our love making was fairly rare, once a week maximum; and was fairly routine. Occasionally, I would climax with Jim, but more often than not, I was left to masturbate quietly after he came inside me, and fell asleep. So how much harm would it cause Bryan if we continued our intimate relationship secretly, in the privacy of our home back in Chicago? I honestly did not know the answer. I did know that I have never felt more fulfilled, content or loved that I felt when I lay in Bryan's arms, with his penis deep inside me following a mutual orgasm that we shared. Lying coupled together in post-coital bliss was pleasurable beyond words. I did not want to give up that feeling. I was not sure that I could give up the intimacy that my stepson and I had shared, even if I wanted to. The pleasure was too great, too fulfilling. I also realized that regardless what I decided about continuing the physical aspect of my relationship with my stepson, neither Bryan nor I could be fully trusted to behave. The attraction was too strong, too intoxicating, too addictive. So I religiously took my oral contraceptive pill every day. I needed to be certain that I did not conceive my stepson's child. That was something I was not prepared to do. But I did know that I should not be the aggressor. I should not initiate these encounters. If Bryan could resist the urge to try to fuck me, I knew I should not try to tempt him. Of this I was sure. Three ...