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A Step Mother's Sin - Ch. 7 - Horseback ridin

... small box. The box measured approximately two inches by two inches by five inches long. "I have a little present for you." "What is this?" "Open it." I unwrapped the box. Under the ribbon and silver wrapping paper, the box itself had a pretty embroidered cloth covering. The top of he box was hinged to thebottom. I opened it andfound two spheres nestled inside a molded form that heldthem in place. Both had a beautiful pattern on them that looked hand painted with an oriental design. They looked Oriental. They were connected together with a short string. One of thespheres also had a longer string hanging out the other side. I was perplexed. I picked up one of the balls and was surprised at how heavy or was. It seemed to vibrate in my hand and as I moved it, it made a soft, almost imperceptible chiming sound. I could not tell ifthe surface of the sphereswas ceramic or metal. I had never seen anything like it. Something shifted inside the orb every time I moved it. With eachmovement,the weight inside the ball shifted and seemed to vibrate.The vibration was subtle, butdistinct. When they clicked togetherthe chiming sound grew a bit louder. Not loud, but noticeablylouder. "Robert, thank you. These are exquisite. They're beautiful. What are they?" "These are 'Chinese ben wa balls'. Some times they are referred to as 'Burmese Bells'. They are from ancientOriental culture. You place them in your vagina and they stmulate you whenever you move." "Oh my god, Robert. Where did you ever ...

... learn about such a thing?" The waiter brought my second bl**dy Mary and smiled as he looked directly at the painted blue spheres I held in my hand.As he set my drink in front of me, he simply said, "Those are beautiful." I could feel my face flush with embarrassment as I assumed that the waiter knew that these balls were meant to stimulate my internalvagina. I felt like I had been caught holding a large dildo at the breakfast table! I simply stammered, "thank you" without looking at waiter. "Robert, where did you ever learn about something like this?" I was truly taken aback. "Karen told me about them. She uses them all the time. She says it makes her bike rides much more enjoyable." Robert paused, waiting for my reaction. I did not quite know how to react. I recognized the name 'Karen'. Karen was a classmate of Robert's back at USC. I could never determine if they were simply friends or they were romantically involved. The fact that Karen had taught my stepson about'Burmese bells' wasa clearindication that they were more than just friends. Knowing that Robert was using techniques and tricks he learned from girls back at schoolirritated me more than I wanted to acknowledge. I am not proud of it, but on a very base level, I find that I am jealous of any young woman with whom Robert had been sexually intimate. Yes, now I could add a sudden pang of jealousy on top of my feelings of embarrassment,fear, anxiety andexcitement. God, I was a mess. I began to put the spheres back in the ...