I Marry My Step Son

I Marry My Step Son

I felt lonesome after husband passed away recently. Life was happy with husband, at night we kissed and romance on the bed fucking till exhausted and dozed off to sleep till morning where we continued romancing as we eat breakfast in the kitchen. He would help me with the dishes and washing. At the sink he would stand behind me, hugging, pressed his already erect cock on my bums while his hands cupped and squeezed my breasts, so sensual feeling I couldn't resist his advances. I would turned around, hugged him and locked lips kissing passionately. Often than not, we are driven to have sex in the kitchen. To make best use of time before work, he hurriedly pull off my underwear, carried me to sit on the table, spread my thighs giving him exposure to my cunt which was already dripping wet, simply drove me horny and crazy, rammed me with his cock to orgasm in no time. We couldn't resist to continue a few more sessions of fucking, only to realize the clock is fast ticking away and we were late for work. I was really a fully satisfied woman, love by husband who fucked me deep and ejected lot of semen into cunt. I love him dearly. I need a man but I didn't start dating again as I am mourning for him despite the fact he will never be back to me.

Now I am miserable being alone. The bed is so empty. I closed the door to her bedroom and lay on the bed. 'It so wasn't fair,' thought to myself. Just nine months ago life was so good, but now I a widow, single, alone again. A woman approaching 40 should not be alone. My sexual libido had been driven high by my dead husband. I returned self masturbation, to dildo to get satisfied.

I had gotten pregnant while still in college, and we got married right away. Edward dropped out of college and got a job to support her while I finished school and graduated with a degree, got a job in the optics lab of a camera company, while Edward held a day job and went to school at night to complete his engineering degree. It was a struggle and by the time life got better, it all fell apart in a divorce.

After five years of being a single mother, Arthur walked into my life. His parents were of a more liberal . They migrated to America. Arthur grew up in the United States and even served with the Naval air units in the Pacific during World War II.

When I met him, he had just gone through his own divorce, and was also a single parent of a teenage boy, 18 year Carl, having just graduated high school. After a year of dating, we married. With Carl having his own room. Apparently the regular consummation of the marriage could be heard from the boy's room as my contented and enthusiastic facial appearance whenever he saw me walked out of the bedroom. I was impregnated soon and the nightly noise from my bedroom proud that Carl was a smart boy who was well enlightened with sex coupling. I guessed he must have fucked numerous girls/women.

Then it all ended so suddenly: Arthur was driving home in one of the frequent snowstorms and was hit by a spinning vehicle. Trapped in the vehicle, he bled out through an unseen leg cut even as the firemen worked to extract him from the car. He brought our 2 months old daughter for a medical checkup. I was in confinement and didn't go. To know those three years of happiness and then have it ripped away seemed to me so unfair. That was three months ago, grieving and pain had ebbed, leaving the emptiness of the bed in my life. And for some reason tonight, I really felt the emptiness of my sex life. With Carl working until close at a local diner, the house would be empty until very late at night. I need a man and the only man close to me was Carl and erotic dreams started in me that I take him to replace him father. What an indecent and outraged thought! Have my stepson fuck me on my matrimonial bed. Totally unacceptable to relatives and friends of us though Carl and I are not blood related, though to most peoples we would be committing i****t if we fuck. It didn't matter to me those social norms. All I need is a man who can give me the care and attention I desire as a woman in sexual limbo.

I undress, looked at myself in the mirror, cupped my engorged lactating breasts, milk dripped out, as I was still lactating and my breasts engorged with milk. My body was curvy, fuller figured type, fair skin and medium length blond hair, soft flat tummy, firm protruding bums and buxom bosom, slid pants off and looked at myself in black lace bra and matching panties, I remembered how Arthur would respond fantasizing to seeing me dressed like this, gave me a stirring in my groin. Those were enjoyable pleasurable fucking days which I 'm yearning and missing very much. I want another man who will fuck me well as I day dreamed in my mind! . Carl fit the bill exactly as of now since he is a grown man and I am not dating as yet! I was toying this notion of late whenever I saw him.

I had a replacement, took out from dresser drawer the dildo purchased when I was single and had no man. It was a lifelike eight inch circumcised cock with a handle at the bottom. I lay down on the bed settled against the pile of pillows licking the long dildo, gently caressed my breasts, slowly opened mouth and slid it between lips. Felt cunt start to soften and hot. After a few thrusts into mouth, pulled it out, placed it between breasts, pressed then together, wrapping the rubber cock like there was a man attached, rubbed it across puffy nipples, looked in the mirror, always loved to look at myself having sex as it made me feel depraved and wonderful at the same time.

I shafted the dildo until the thick head was at the opening of cunt, and pushed the rounded head of the dildo into cunt , moaned loudly as the dildo entered cunt and shivers of pleasure ran through my body.

My hand went around breasts, kneading the soft flesh, gripped the nipple of breast between thumb & finger, rolling it and pulling it, dildo fucking cunt, squeezing breasts to rubbing clitoris as other hand thrust the dildo harder and faster. Rolled my hips, continued pumping cunt, toes curling as approached a long delayed orgasm. Faster, and faster fingers rubbed on clitoris then suddenly climax, orgasm exploded inside body.

"Oh Goodness me...Yes...yes...yessss." I yell through clenched teeth with body spasmed on the bed as the surge of self-induced orgasm ran through body.

Carl pulled up in the driveway, unexpectedly free of work for the evening. Some idiot ran off the road and hit a power pole with two transformers on it knocking out power for three blocks. He figured he would take a quick shower to wash off the smell of fast food, then eat a snack while he finished the book that he had been reading.

Carl was six foot two inches with bright blond hair and deep blue eyes. Although he preferred musical activities to athletic ones, his tall slender frame looked muscular without much effort. He missed his father but was glad he had made the decision to spend time away from school. He had not made that many friends in his college class so he did not feel he was missing out, and the one long term relationship had broken up just before his father died so there was nothing lost by pushing his graduation back one year.

The house looked dark as he walked up so he tried to be very quiet as he went in so he would not wake anyone up. He closed the front door behind himself and started up the stairs to the bathroom. As he reached the top, he heard a low, deep groan from the master bedroom which made him stop and listen more carefully. Was his stepmother crying? Or did she suddenly start dating and have someone over? As he looked at the door, he saw that it was only pushed closed but not latched. Hearing more moaning, he silently made his way to the door and very carefully eased it open a bit. With the door open about four inches, the street lights through the window gave him a clear view of the bedroom.

There was me, his step mother sort of lounging on the bed with my back supported on the pillows, legs were spread wide and pushing a dildo in and out of cunt with one hand while other hand was kneading one of her huge breasts. His eyes grew wide like saucers seeing the scene before him. He knew his dad thought of her as an incredibly sexy woman but Carl's preference had always been for more mature women. He watched for some time as his cock grew in his pants.

He knew he shouldn't be watching this but he couldn't take his eyes away as he carefully examined the scene. My cunt was completely shaved below but had a full and thick growth of auburn pubic hair in a neat triangle above. The one breast overflowed my hand while the other breast bounced on my chest to the rhythm of the dildo sliding in and out of my cunt, but I didn't want to make a milky mess in the process.

I heard the sound of my stepson coming upstairs to go to his room. He was changing his clothes, getting ready for class. It made me feel so guilty that my stepson was in the other room while I masturbated, when I so desperately needed to relieve myself of the sexual urgency I felt.

It made me feel so guilty that stepson was in the other room while I masturbated, when I so desperately needed to relieve myself of the sexual urgency I felt.

On her bedroom table, there was a small container of my breast milk. I had used the breast pump to fill the container. It had once again aroused me as my nipples felt the suction of the device, nipples were now uncontrollable. The lightest of touches would send me down a path of sexual deviancy. Just grazing nipples would cause them to squirt, and more alarmingly, cause cunt to wetness. The slightest touch of bra against lactating breasts would give me an insatiable need to pleasure myself to completion.

What that meant was, I couldn't wear a bra. If nipples would be squeezed and I'd become sexually aroused.

I put on a bathrobe, wearing nothing but her panties underneath. It was a perfect outfit because the robe would absorb the milk. I didn't want to keep staining my t-shirts.

As the moment fleeting by, my thoughts went back a few weeks back Carl said he wanted to take care of me, take care of my needs. Is this the beginning of his intention on me, to take care of my womanly needs. I recollected Carl had his eyes glaring at me, stared at my buxom bust lines and occasionally licked his lips smilingly as I gaited around the house in loose house coat clinked to my shapely body. At the corner of my eyes I could noticed his boner pressing on his pants. Carl have been watching me lustily. I yelled in a sexual tone loud for Carl to hear to arouse him and encouraged him to make the next move on me.

"Oh My..My..." I said in a not-quite yell through clenched teeth. He watched as I finally started shaking and tightening up and he knew I was having an orgasm. "Yes...yes...yessss," I yelled, my ass lifting off the floor as I arched my back and my whole body went stiff, orgasm ripped through my full body and then fell back onto the bed. He had many opportunities to glance at my cleavage as I wriggled my body in a number of dynamic and suggestive positions, not having any idea that just filled stepson with an irresistible desire to fuck his stepmother. It was an intense experience that made him attracted to me, his stepmother. That attraction had now become a raging lust to have me, to fuck me.

Carl stepped back quietly and slipped into his own room. switched on the small light next to his bed, he quickly undressed and lay on bed, his thick cock pointing straight up. What he had just witnessed was better than any on-line porn; it was real and he had been right there. As he wrapped his hand around his cock, Carl closed his eyes and recaptured the scene he just witnessed. There his stepmother now a widow is feeling down and need help. An opportunity for him to take over from his dead father to possess me and fuck me to satisfaction he thought lustily.

I took a deep breath and opened eyes, slowly pulled the dildo out of my quim and set it carefully aside, then moved to the edge of the bed, realized something in room was different, door was ajar! I was sure it was closed. But there was a small light in the hallway, wrapped in a robe and softly padded to the door.

Peeking out, saw that the light came from Carl's room across the hall. I opened bedroom door fully and crept towards his room. I moved into the doorway and could see further into the room, saw his pants on the floor and saw him in bed, surprised to see him gently stroking his erect cock while lay back on his bed, pants and underwear laying on the floor. I had never actually watched a man masturbating before. in the mirror could tell that Carl had an impressive cock, and it stood straight out from his body without curve or twist,watched intently as he pulled on his cock, stroking in up and down, the magnificent erection was about 8 inches long and quite thick; almost the same size as his father, her late husband. It certainly was thicker than the dildo just removed from my cunt.

His hand moved up and down faster, and his legs stiffen and his toes curl. She knew he was close and felt riveted to this spot.

"Oh fuck...Marime you're a lovely woman, always bright and cheerful. I..I..want you...to f...f..fuck you.." he grunted, scaring me for just a moment. But then Carl's whole body convulsed one time and he arched his hips forward, watched in wonder as stepson began to ejaculate, shooting jet of semen. He squeezed his cock with his fist and a second and third squirt of cum came out and dribbled down over his fist. Then with a deep sigh, Carl released his cock and sunk into his bed panting and sated. Since Carl broke up with girlfriend, his sex life for the past year had consisted entirely of him and his right hand. Masturbation. Carl quickly took care of his physical need but the emotional need remained. He reminisced his ex-girlfriend's skin, feel her naked body against his, feel the warm silkiness of her cunt as he slowly thrust in and out of her as they stared into each other's eyes. He needed that connection, that closeness and its absence was starting to affect him in his everyday life. Later he wrapped his arms around the bolster and came back to reality he was alone.

I didn't realized till date that Carl harbored lustful desire on me. Now it is confirmed for a long time stepson have desire to fuck me, his stepmother! Even before his dad died? I went back to own bedroom, moving slowly and carefully so as not to make a sound, lay on bed, mind excited at what just heard and saw. Carl called out my name Marime, his stepmother, was he into a thought of having me to be his sex mate too like me thinking with him. Then we are in sync and so much comfortable to work out our future together as man and woman; not mother and stepson any more.

The next Carl found himself in a deep funk after an unusually difficult night. He was snappy, forgetful and generally a mess. The one bright spot was me, his stepmother who worked in the same building. He always found excuses, never missed an opportunity to go and visit me.

Instead of our normal banter, I got right to the point.

"Are you okay Carl?"

Carl just looked at the ground and mumbled. "Yes"

"No you're not. You look like a mess. Please will you tell me what's wrong?" I asked imploringly.

Carl sighed, thought "what the hell", and soon found himself pouring out the stress of the past year.

"What can I do for you? You know I will do anything for you."

Not anything, flashed Carl's mind, you won't give me the blow I need. He felt a tinge of shame because he had been attracted to his stepmother for a long time, and increasingly he found I was the object of his masturbation fantasies.

"No Marime, you can't help me with this."

"I can always try if you just tell me what it is. I promise you will feel better if you do."

Carl just stood, silent and uncomfortable as I understood what he was talking about.

"Oh, yes, well, no of course I can't help you with that." I said quickly as I blushed.

Despite the awkward conclusion to our conversation Carl slipped away feeling a little bit buoyed by expectation, felt good to get some that off his chest. At the same time he was starting to feel a bit guilty about lusting over me, his widowed stepmother.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful until he got home and his maid Vickie called out to him.

"Honey, mom called and she said that she needs you to come over tonight."

"Oh, what does she need me to do?"

"I don't know. She didn't say. She just wants you to come over around 8."

"Hi Marime, I'm here" Carl called as he stepped in and turned to close the door behind him.

"I'm glad you're here honey." I said softly as I locked the door.

Carl turned to face the stairs and at the top found a vision waiting for him that he had never imagined he would ever see.

I was standing at the top of the stairs, wearing red lipstick and dark eye shadow and her black hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, clad in a sheer black lace baby doll that was loosely secured by a large bow between my bountiful breasts, before cascaded over a soft tummy and ended just below her heart shaped butt. I wore sheer black panties that did nothing to hide the shadow of her full pubic triangle, long legs were encased in back thigh stockings and black heels covered feet. Carl stood in amazement eyeing me, stared at the stiff buds of my nipples tenting the thin fabric of baby doll. He took a depth breath and blinked, but he knew it wasn't a dream because his heart was pounding too hard and cock sprang up in his pants.

"Do you like this outfit?" I asked innocently.

"Ahm, it's very nice. Dad will love it."

"It's not for your Dad. Stop talking about a dead man. It's for you Carl honey. Do you want to come up and see it?"

"Ahm, oh my, well Marime, ahm, oh my. I don't think......" he managed to stutter.

"It's okay honey" I cooed extended my hand for him to come up the stairs to me "Nobody except you and me in the house. We can do our fun times.."

Carl sputtered as he tried to imagine and processed what was going on.

Still not really comprehending, Carl took my hand, as I led him up the stairs. When he was close enough I threw my arms around him and kissed him softly but passionately. Carl was still thinking but his thoughts trailed off as he felt my soft lips against his, felt my darting tongue as I explored his lips and mouth, my hands on his back. He in turn savored the feel of the soft face on my smooth skin, the softness of my hair, the smell of the perfume.

Finally we broke the kiss and I looked at him pleadingly, almost tearfully.

"Please let me do this for you honey. I know you dreamed of this for years. I said it didn't matter you're were with me now. I am free woman, so are you a free man."

Carl nodded, "It had been so hard for the past years wanting you Marime. And when I saw you today, something broke inside of me. I would take care of you. Will you let me do this for you? Please?" he asked in a pleading tone that was turning me into a frenzy of erotic sensation.

"Where's everybody?" Carl asked shakily.

"It's just us." I whispered as Carl's last escape and last obstacle disappeared. Am I really doing this, he asked himself. Yes you are, came the answering reply from his pants. I held out my hand again. Carl hesitated before he took my hand and followed me through the house to a spare bedroom.

Carl was entranced at the scene before him. The room was lit by flickering light of dozens of candles, sweetly scented from incense and filled with soft music. It was a perfectly romantic retreat. Carl thought he would have been happy with his stepmother giving him a blowjob but he was thrilled I had gone to such lengths to make him happy.

I looked almost embarrassed. "I didn't know how this would go, so I wanted to put you at ease. I wanted you to be happy. Even if you wanted to just sit and talk, that would be okay." I looked at him intensely, expecting the answer I wished for.

I regretted saying that immediately because I wanted to do more than spent the night talking. I was doing this for myself because I had wanted this for a very long time. I was ashamed having an affair with my dead husband's son.

"Carl honey, please come kiss me," I craved, as I willed Carl to hug and kiss me.

"I am." he said as he bent and kissed me, his stepmother gently on the lips. We kissed for a few minutes as our hands roamed each other's bodies. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hard cock through his pants. I knew I am going to have his cock in my cunt soon tonight. The ambient set in perfectly for coupling.

I was pointedly said, "This is all about you tonight honey. You're going to relax, and I hope you are totally satisfied. I'm going coax every last drop of cum out of that hard cock of yours," as I added seductively looking at him and held his hands.

Carl was shocked to hear his normally demure stepmother talk like that to him.

"But first, would you like a massage? I know you are really tense and I want you to be totally relaxed."

That sounded like a great idea to Carl and he undressed in a flash, his cock standing straight at attention.

I was looking at his cock, licking my lips. Reaching for him, I led him to the side of the bed in the middle of the room.

"Will you help me?" I asked innocently as I motioned to the satin bow that secured her lacy lingerie between her bountiful breasts.

Carl nodded and slowed trailed his fingers over the fabric, savoring the feel. They both jumped as he grazed one of her stiff nipples. Slowly, and with great care, he undid the large bow. Grasping both sides of Alyssa's baby doll, he reverently spread open the thin material, savoring his first glimpse of my creamy, unblemished breasts, aureoles and the stiff coral buds of nipples.

He went to touch my breasts but I pushed his hand away and wagged my finger at him. He watched as I finished taking off baby doll, kicked off heels, left on her panties and stockings. She stood before him, a glowing sexy goddess,
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"Do you like what you see? Do you find me attractive? Do I excite you?" I asked as I eyed his impressive hard erection.

As if to emphasize this I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of panties and slowly pulled them down legs, pubic triangle was dense but neat looking, and when I spread my legs slightly Carl could see my cleft. To arouse Carl further I ran my hand through the thick fur at the base of my belly. The hair was so thick and crisp that it rustled as my fingers plowed through the dense curls. It was perhaps the most erotic gesture Carl had ever seen.

Carl would only nod dumbly, his mouth open and cock harder than it had been in months. If I had touched his cock at that instant he would have exploded.

"Lie on your stomach, if you can" I commanded with a giggle "And we will get the tension out of your shoulders."

Carl wanted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming as he lay on the towel I had laid out for him. He quickly realized this was no dream as he felt my drizzling warm massage oil over his back. A warm tingle spread through his body and for the first time in forever he felt the tension draining out of his body.

"Here we go sweetheart" I said softly as I began to massage him with a surprisingly expert technique. For the next 20 minutes I massaged and kneaded his back and shoulders, releasing all the stubborn ****s of tension that Carl didn't even know he had.

Almost imperceptibly, Carl felt my shift as I climbed over him straddling his legs. He moaned as he felt two hard points sliding along his back. I was running the stiff peaks of my nipples along his back, making circles and designs as I twisted and jiggled my body.

"Lie on your side honey." I whispered to him softly.

As he did, Carl felt me shift suddenly so I was lying next to him. Carl almost went into overload as he felt my skin against his from his legs to his shoulders. He felt my hand on his hip, and without warning began to caress his balls and hard cock; caress quickly became a fist wrapped around his cock as I began to slowly jerk off my stepson.

"Carl you' have a huge monstrous cock! Larger than your dad!"

"Yes Marime it's 11 inches in length fully erect. You can measure the girth if you want?"

"Oh my...Can't imagine your cock inside my cunt!....sure hurt mighty painful..."

"I'll fuck your cunt most gently. You'll enjoy the pleasure fucking with me my dearest Marime, my desirous woman I have yearned for many years."

"I sensed that ever since I married your dead dad, you have been leering me. Am I right?"

"I'll do it in actions. Actions speak louder than words."

Carl finally let out his desire to fuck me! Though in past years I have a hunch, now I got a confirmation he definitely want to fuck me, his stepmother.

I wasn't worry. I gladly let him fuck me.

I gently kiss Carl's neck. He was overwhelmed and knew that he would not last long.

"Yes Carl, please cum for me. Get the release you need."

My words and the soft motion of my hand on the head of his cock were too much and Carl felt his balls tighten as his orgasm overtook him. Again and again my soft hand coaxed a rope of semen from his cock. He felt his toes curl and he moaned as his orgasm shook him. Finally his body went limp as he was spent. They lay together for a few minutes. Carl wasn't sure what to say because he was full of emotion and he was fearful that I would tell him that they were done.

"I hope you saved some for me. I'll be disappointed if I drained your ball that quick. I think you need a shower to clean up." I said with a grin as I looked down at the results of my ministrations.

Carl just nodded as he got shakily to his feet, thrilled that this was not over.

"You can shower in my room. I'll be waiting for you when you get back." I added with a seductive grin.

Standing under the hot water, Carl was trying to get the massage oil off of his back when he heard the phone ring. He could only hear one side of the conversation but he knew it was my maid Vickie on the other end checking up.

"Yes he's in the shower now."

"Did Carl fucked you madam?"

"Only with my hand Vickie."

"He always bounced on me!"

"You don't want to be fucked by Carl?"

"No madam but I am not on contraceptives."

"Easy. Morning after pill. I can get for you Vickie dear."

"Thank you madam."

"Of course. I promised you that Carl would not bother you again sexually once I finished off with him. He would not look at you again I promised you."

"Madam you not jealous when Carl fuck me?"

"No dear Vickie! Don't resist Carl if he ever wants to fuck you. He is having a tough time controlling his horniness since he broke up with his girlfriends. He need to unload his sperm on you since you're so sexy and available."

"So madam you're game for me to let Carl keep n fucking me whenever he wants me to release his pent up sexuality."

"Yes Vickie that's a good girl, as many times as he wants or can last. I want him the whole night. He will be so exhausted so don't expect him until morning."

"He's in good hands. You don't have anything to worry about. Carl won't have energy, he so exhausted after I finished with him. Even when you stand naked in front of him, his cock would not erect fully for a fuck with you. I keep him all for myself. Sleep well and reenergize to continue our fucking on Carl tomorrow!"

"{Madam Marime you're so perfect and kind woman I ever know."

"Vickie dear you're welcome. Lets enjoy pleasure with Carl. He has a big monstrous cock."

"Madam Marime Now I am no more fearful of his majestic cock! Fuck me for all you desire I'll tell him!"

The last part was said brightly and removed any lingering doubts that Carl had. He was going to enjoy this and make the most of the opportunity. He quickly toweled off and returned to the love nest where I was waiting for him. I had removed thigh highs and was sitting demurely on the bed - legs crossed and arms covering her breasts. Without a word Carl took two quick steps and bent to kiss me full on the lips. I broke the kiss and scooted back on the bed, laying her head on the pillow and beckoned him to join me.

Carl again savored the sight of his lush naked stepmother - full breasts hanging slightly to the side, big, stiff coral nipples, long legs spread for him, lush, thick pubic triangle, swollen pink labia glistening with her arousal. Marime was an awesome sight, reinforced by the fact that he had not seen a live woman's naked body in over a year. Not wanting to keep such a gorgeous creature waiting any longer, he crawled in between my legs and held himself over me on his arms. We said nothing but the longing in my eyes told him that I was fully into this as well.

He lowered his lips to mine, my hands came up and locked behind his head as we kissed, softly at first and with more intensity as our passions rose. Carl broke the kiss to bite my neck as I moaned appreciation in his attention. I turned my head so he could kiss the other side. Slowly and methodically Carl kissed lower and lower, burying his face in my cleavage. He kissed all the way through her cleavage until his chin was resting on her navel. Looking up, we was enthralled by the soft pillows of my breasts and the stiff points of her nipples. I shivered as he switched direction, moving up until he was kissing the soft undersides of my breasts. Looking up, he could not resist the stiff buds of my nipples any longer. Carl ran his tongue over the engorged nub and gently blew on it.

"Oh Carl." I sighed contentedly.

Smiling, Carl bent and began to suck on my lactating nipples. I began to squirm as he also began running his teeth over my nipples, biting now and then.

"Oh Marime I want to leave hickeys on your breasts to stamp mark as my possession."

"Oh Carl naughty you.....that feels amazing. I love it. But don't forget that there are two of them." I managed to pant before resumed moaning. I felt he also left hickeys on my neck. Slight pan but I love it.

"Yes Marime, now I am on to the other breast planting hickeys. Now you're mine. All mine my desirable beautiful Marime."

He worshiped my breasts for a few minutes before he began to kiss his way down my belly, lower and lower, savoring the feel of my soft skin against his lips, until the first strands of her pubic triangle tickled his chin.
I felt my body crackle in anticipation. I loved getting eaten out and hoped that Carl would move his mouth down just a little bit further. I didn't want to ask because this was his night and I didn't know if he was into eating cunt. It had been years since I had had someone's mouth on her cunt.

Carl decided to take his time and enjoy this. He ran his fingers through my amazing pubic triangle, down to each of her fur covered labia, feeling the increasing moisture as he inched closer to my cunt. We both jumped as he ran his fingers over the folds of my inner slits and then gently over the hood of my clitoris.

"Oooohhhhhh gooooddd...Please Carl, I need to feel your tongue on my cunt. Please Carl, I need it! I'm going to be filled with your cum for the rest of the night, so we won't get another chance." I said pleadingly.

Carl was only too happy to oblige because he loved eating cunt, and he had always wondered what it would be like to eat my cunt. He kissed the insides of my thighs and just left me waiting for a minute.

"Please don't make me wait Carl. I need you!" I whimpered.

He liked to tease me until I was ready to explode but was too eager to explore the gorgeous body in front of him. He bent to my, his stepmother's glistening cunt and ran his tongue between labia from my cunt to just below clitoris. He decided to tease me just a little bit, running his tongue along the sides of the hood before gently running the tip of his tongue over the shiny, swollen inner labia. Pausing for a second to look at the shiny pink pearl of his stepmother's clitoris, he stuck out his tongue and gently touched it with the tip of his tongue.

"Ohhhhhhhh Aaaaarrrooonnnn" I groaned with satisfaction.

Carl began to gently flick the sensitive bud with his tongue, running his tongue over my hood and between labia occasionally. I continued to moan as I shuddered each time he licked my clitoris. I had never experienced the sensation that Carl was lavishing on me. I was in heaven as Carl gradually spent more and more time on the sensitive clitoris, applying more and more pressure as he felt my body respond to his touch.

Meanwhile his finger was gently teasing the opening to my cunt. Slowly and carefully he slipped a finger inside, feeling the slick walls tighten against as he began slowly finger fuck me.

"Ohhhh yeeeaaaaahhh....Oh Carl, please honey, please, please, oh god yeeeeesssssssss!!!!!!" I screamed as I arched my back and my cunt spasmed around his finger as I orgasmed.

I bucked two or three times before Carl removed his finger. He slowly licked his finger, savoring the taste of my arousal juices.

"In me, now. Fuck cock in cunt..." I said weakly, barely able to raise my head off of the pillow. Carl paused for a second, and taking his cock in hand nestled the head between my labia. Pausing for just a second, he gently pushed forward and the head popped in. Pressing harder, we both moaned as his cock slowly penetrated the warm, silky depths of my cunt. Then he could go no further and Carl just froze, his cock completely buried in my cunt.

Carl looked at my face, and I was wearing an expression of lust, satisfaction and, he thought, love. He bent to me and kissed my soft lips before he began to gently remove his cock from depths of my cunt. He broke the kiss and raised his head so he could look at me. I was smiling and nodding with my mouth open as he slowly thrust the full length of his cock back into my cunt.

I moaned each time his cock slid into me, and as gradually picked up speed my moans became continuously louder.
The room was filled with the rhythmic sound of squeaking bed springs and the headboard gently hitting the wall as we, the new stepmother and step son lovers, were consumed by the bliss of our coupling. Carl felt me shift and lift my ass off the bed while wrapping my long legs around him.
"More Carl. Deeper. Fuck me like you really mean it. I know you have always wanted to do this."
Carl wasn't sure how to acknowledge this because I was right, he had wanted to do this for quite a while. Instead he raised himself so that his cock was pointing almost straight down. Without warning he speared the full length of his cock into me, almost knocking the wind out of me as he bottomed out and his body crashed in mine.
The angle allowed Carl to easily pile drive the full length of his cock into my clasping cunt. It also meant that the silky walls of her cunt were massaging the head of his cock in ways he had forgotten were possible. It was too much and he felt his balls tighten as his orgasm approached.
"Oh Marime I'm going to ejaculate. I can't help it, it's too much."
"Yes honey. Eject semen into cunt. Fill me please. I need this so bad."
Carl was past the point of no return and he felt a blast of semen erupt from his cock. Again and again he thrust, filling my cunt with his semen as a year of pent up lust poured out of him. He kept thrusting long after his orgasm was over and his balls were empty, until my cunt was a gooey mess.
Carl felt his cock soften and with a loud plop it popped out of me. His limbs felt like jelly and he collapsed onto the bed next to me, totally spent. He had orgasmed so hard he was a little giddy and he started to giggle. I just smiled as I rose and slipped out of the room. In his post-orgasmic daze he heard the soft sounds of running water and her humming a song that he couldn't quite make out. A few minutes later I returned with a warm wash cloth and gently washed the sticky mess of the combined arousal from Carl's cock.
"Marime darling I'm sorry" he said to me.
What are you sorry for? You don't have anything to be sorry for."
"I came so quick so you didn't get to enjoy the pleasure."
"Oh honey. What you did to me felt AMAZING and I don't usually orgasm from missionary anyways. So you see, it's me, not you. Let's have a little rest because we have a long night ahead of us. You'll have lots of chances to get me off." I said softly as I slipped into bed next to him.

Carl was soon dreaming that I was between his legs giving him what had to be the most intense blowjob of his life. He moaned and to his surprise he woke up. It took a second for him to comprehend that he was in fact receiving an amazing blow but it was being delivered by me, his stepmother. Realizing he was awake, I looked at him and smiled.
"It was hard and looked like it needed some attention." I said before closed my lips over his cock again. I knew that I was a good cock sucker and after the amazing oral he had given me, I wanted to return the favor. And more importantly wanted him to remember his first blow job from me, his stepmother, for a long time.
Carl had never experienced anything like this before. He was an enthusiastic cunt eater but he hadn't pegged me as being into oral sex either but he was thrilled at my skill and enthusiasm.
I had my lips tightly sealed around his cock and was slowly moving up and down his shaft. Each time I moved up, my lips bulged around the head of his cock until I stopped just short of pulling my mouth off his cock. He could barely comprehend what my tongue was doing, as I massaged the tip and underside of his cock while I was humming that song again.
"Oh my goodness Marime! You are ammmaaaaazzzinng!" he moaned as he threw his head back in delight.
I let out a sound he, "Uh Huh" but it was hard to tell with the slurping sounds I was making.
"Of fuck, I'm going to cccccuuuuuummmmmm." Carl cried "It's going to be a big one!"
Unexpectedly, my tongue stopped and lips were no longer tightly sealed around his cock. I brought my head up and looked at him solemnly.
"I don't swallow, not even for you. But there is somewhere else I want you to put this." I purred as I wrapped hand around his still hard cock. Rising on my knees, I shuffled until my cunt was poised directly over his cock.
Looking Carl in the eye I guided his cock between my labia, paused and slowly lowered my hips to surround Carl's cock with my warm moist cunt. We both moaned as Carl's cock stretched me open, the silken walls massaged by Carl cock head until I felt pressure on my cervix that meant I couldn't get any more of him inside of me. His cock went furthest inside me..
Fully impaled on my stepson's cock, I bent to him and kissed passionately. Carl wrapped his arms around my back and kissed me back as we were joined as one body - lips and tongues darting, arms and legs entwined, and above all, Carl's hard cock buried to the hilt in my cunt.
As much as Carl would have liked filling my stomach with a meal of his semen he had to admit he liked filling my cunt most desirable.
Carl could feel my breasts against his hairy chest, hard nipples digging in as they held each other. I could not resist any longer and began to rock and dart my pelvis as I began to tease the hard invader between my legs.
"Oh god Carl, you are so big and hard honey. You are amazing." I moaned as I broke our embrace and sat up with my hands on his stomach .
Carl still marveled that such a beautiful creature was having sex with him. Carl reached up with both hands and started to pinch my hard coral nipples. I threw my head back and moaned a long low "yyyyyyyyyeeeeeesssss" as he manipulated the engorged buds.
In response I lifted hips until just the tip of his cock was inside of me and threw her hips down so their bodies slapped together. Again and again I threw my body down so the full length of Carl's cock fucked into me. Carl grabbed my shapely ass and began pulling her down on his cock. The room went from being filled with the soft sounds of their love making to my moaning loudly as Carl's cocked fucked in and out of my wet cunt.
He roughly slapped both of my butt cheeks and this set me off like a rocket.
"Oh yes Carl. Yes! Yes! Yes. Do you like fucking my cunt? It's yours whenever you want it, you mother fucker. Oh!Oh!Oh! Oh god, YES! Fill me again with your semen!" I screamed as an orgasm consumed me.
The sound of me talking like that and the thought of what had preceded him in my exquisite cunt was too much for Carl. He felt his balls tighten as a blast of semen shot into my clasping cunt.
"It's so hot honey. Please fill me with you semen, I want every bit of semen in your balls."
I kept thrusting my hips as shot after shot exploded from the tip of Carl's cock. He could feel the thick slippery fluid surrounding his cock continued to bounce up and down on his cock.
Completely spent, Carl groaned and went limp. I bent to him and kissed him on the lips before wrapping my arms around his neck and cuddling into him with his cock still buried in my moist depths. Carl could feel his semen oozing out of me and running down his cock and balls. We lay in the blissful afterglow still conjoined as one body. After a while he was dimly aware of me leaving, the soft sounds of splashing water and humming, and later I returning with a cloth to clean up his cock.
We did not sleep this time. Instead we spent the rest of the night in every conceivable position as Carl filled me with load after load of hot semen. I had never experienced a man who could do what Carl did to me but I was thrilled that I had found him . And I was right too, as I lost count of the number times my cunt erupted in an orgasm around my stepson's invading cock. Carl have the stamina, endurance an, strength and youthfulness to completely satisfy me, his stepmother.





We made love for the last time as dawn began to break. Carl awoke to find me snuggled into him, and he began to kiss my shoulders and neck, and caress my breasts, I stirred and moaned approval as Carl continued his ministrations to my lush body. He hadn't really had a chance to explore my body so he took the opportunity to touch as much of me as he could, to savor my skin and the scent of my body.
Carl ran his fingers through the thick curls at the base of my belly. In an unguarded moment he had once heard me describe it as like a shag carpet and it was unlike anything he had seen or felt. I kept it neat but he was sure I had never shaved it. He hoped I never would because the sound of it rustling drove him wild. I spoke as he ran his fingers through my lush forest.
"I meant it when I said that you can have me whenever you want. I mean, I just want to help you and maid Vickie out as much as I can. I will always do anything I can to help. You can't ignore your physical needs anymore."
Carl just smiled because he would have liked that, although he knew that this was a onetime only thing. He certainly wasn't going to ask his mai9d Vickie's for permission to fuck me, his stepmother, no matter how much he was enjoying fucking Vickie, without her consent, to relieve my pent up horniness for a woman. He wasn't going to cheat on maid Vickie with Marime. He put Vickie out of his mind because he desire me and wanted to enjoy our last time together.
Carl brought his fingers lower, feeling the wet fur. I jumped as his finger grazed my clitoris. In response I lifted leg and reached around to guide his cock to my wet cunt. My cunt was sore but eager to experience Carl one more time. I felt Carl's cock thrust and slip into cunt as we conjoined one body again.
Carl began to slowly thrust his cock in and out with his hands on my breasts, pulling my nipples as his tongue planted soft kisses on my neck. No words were spoken as we gently made love in the brightening dawn. Almost immediately I felt muscles tighten as an orgasm rippled through body, again and again shuddered from an orgasm, not crying out because holding it in made it feel so much more intense. My numerous orgasms came seconds apart, cunt was continuously spasming and clenching as I orgasmed.
Carl fingered my clitoris, arch my back into him as more powerful orgasm coursed through me. The clenching muscles surrounding my cunt were too much and he felt his own orgasm pulse through him. To his surprise he didn't feel the familiar sensation of semen ejecting from his cock to fill my cunt.
"You did it Marime." he said enthusiastically "You drained my balls like you said you would. You really did."
I grunt a response, gone completely limp from the orgasms but Carl pulled out and they lay there for a few minutes before I rolled over and looked at him with satisfying look in my eyes when he said, "I have to go Marime."
He thought I was on the verge of tears but he wasn't sure.
"I should probably go now." he said to me
"Yes I know."
Without fanfare Carl quickly dressed and slipped out of my house without even so much as a goodbye kiss. That would have been too painful for both of them. At the same time, he found himself singing along to the radio as he drove home, his depression of the past few months forgotten for once.
Carl parked in the driveway and let out a loud sigh as he thought about what had happened.
Slipping inside his house with a broad smile on his face, he was surprised to find maid Vickie waiting for him.
"Hi there tiger, I imagine you're pretty tired." she said seductively.
"Ah yeah, I'm exhausted." Carl answered somewhat awkwardly."
"How do you greet your lover after spending the night fucking your stepmother?"
I replied, "Good. You jealous?"
"At least you will be able to get a good sleep. After you tell me what you and Marime did to each other in detail."
Carl nodded dumbly, not having expected her to say that.
"And Carl?"
"Yes darling?"
"Next time I get to watch you make love to Marime so I can compare with us fucking!"

"Sure," then Carl told her hands and swung her bodily over his shoulders and carried her to the bedroom.

Vickie screamed, "Stop. What are you doing?"

"I sensed you're missing me fucking you and you're very jealous I fucked Marime."

While carrying Vickie on his shoulders and walking to the bed, he pulled off her pants and panties leaving her buttocks bare, fondling her buttocks, slip fingers into slits and finger fuck her.

"Oh you naughty man. I am aroused....." as I put her on the bed. Without further ado, Carl spread her legs wide and licked her labia, sending Vickie yelling, "Ohhh..UUUUhhmmmm.....I can't control..I need your cock in my cunt...Fuck me..."

Carl stripped her completely naked, leered at her buxom body quickly undressed and lay on top of her. Vickie took cock and guided it into her cunt. He galloped in sending her yell, "Pain...Big cock....less force...I submit..."

"Vickie you changed. You no longer resist my advances! I am so happy. I will fuck you well and satisfactory."

Carl had recovered his energy and fucked Vickie the whole day followed by night. They had never fucked for many times.

Carl told me their conversations when we met. I had a tinge of jealousy he and Vickie still lovers. So where I stand?

The next days at work, I was distracted and quiet, tried to process what had happened. Tried to dismiss it as an unfortunate mistake and a young man's hormones, but then the image of Carl's thick cock shooting semen into the air popped into brain and lost control, messed up what I was writing. By afternoon break came around, cunt itching and felt wet, found that pants were moist between legs. Made a quick exit to the bathroom and moved into a cubicle. Pulled slacks and panties down and, seating on the toilet, opened purse in search of emergency mini-pad to line panties with. My period not due for at least three weeks, rubbed two fingers across labia and brought them to nose, the musky smell of sex arousal and, brought the fingers to lips. The sweet and salty taste of cunt caused a bolt of energy in belly, in a dream state, fingers explore and rub the swollen parts of cunt. Within moments had two fingers inside cunt while thumb caressed clit, bringing off in a quiet orgasm while pictured Carl's big cock fucking me.

I left the bathroom with clothes composed, body flushed with excitement. When co-workers noticed and asked if I was sick, admitted not feeling well and took the rest of the afternoon off, leaving work and heading home. When composed down, I had decided what to do about the problem, could not execute plan with my stepson in the house, could work around his schedule, wondered what his cock looked like too, but dismissed the thought as too indecent. Such thoughts with my stepson were immoral.

The next morning, waiting for Carl, collected all needed for work and took to car. I grabbed a few dirty items, then moved to the door of Carl's room.

"Carl, can I come in and get your laundry?"

"OK" and opened the door and walked in, looked over to Carl and his eyes were open but the covers were pulled up to his chest.

"I'm sorry to wake you but I want to start a load of laundry before I go to office," I dropped the basket and carefully facing away from his bed, she bent down and picked up the pile of clothes near the closet, knew he was getting the full view of her ass, so dropped one item and had to grab for it again before stood up, bent over forwards ensuring that the opening in her blouse was directly facing him. When repeated this for the second time, heard a moan from him.

"Oh Marime good morning. You look super relaxed mom," he said jokingly. Nice view to see you. "

"Thank you," tossed it all in the basket and slipped quickly out of the room, closing the door behind, knowing the sight of my exposed body excites him. so it begins" I replied, thought to myself. 'How long will he take before approaching me again?'

That night, I went to bed early and set alarm for the time Carl gets home from work. When the alarm sounded, went to door and peeked out to ensure Carl was in his room with the door closed. Leaving her door open a crack, laid back down so stepson would see more of me, heard his car door close outside and closed eyes to feign sleep.

Carl closed the front door quietly and took a deep breath. He went to the kitchen for a snack and thought of how life had changed in the past few days. He had never been into mature women, and never had a think for his stepmother though now I am available. But what he had seen of me in the last few days had his mind all confused. After all, I was his dad's widow, even though I was not much older than him. Now just the thought of me brought him to semi-hardness. He shook his head to clear it and headed up the stairs. At the top, he saw that my door was ajar, and without hesitation, he moved to the door and peeked in, saw me on the bed lying legs spread wide open to his eyes for all my intent and purpose to seduce him to take a quick positive move on me, his stepmother. The nighties was hiked all the way up to thighs flowed into rounded hip. My thighs were spread to vividly show the labia, full fleshy butt.

Carl stood transfixed, hand moving towards crotch as he stood there looking at my nudity although covered by the nighties, he could see the shadows outlining voluptuous breasts, the large erect nipple, which caused him to squeeze cock through his pants. He turned away and quickly made his way to the bathroom.

I heard him close the bathroom door and opened eyes, was hoping he would jerk off right there at the door but heard the shower start and realized he would finish in there, thought of all that semen going down the drain, and shook head what waste. I needed to do more to motivate and encourage him to quicken pace on me faster as I was impatient and agitated to have a cock inside my cunt soonest. His cock is the most available and desired at this time, however improper it is for us to copulate.

I continued to tease Carl for the next few days, wearing outfits that would make him take notice and aroused. He was not working today so would be home all day and night, could complete seduction of stepson. Up early Saturday morning and had breakfast ready when stepson came down the stairs.

"Morning, Marime," he said as he walked into the kitchen. I was dressed in loose fitting sweatpants and an oversized dark tee-shirt, putting two plates on the kitchen table.

"Morning, darling Carl, I made breakfast for you. Just sit down and you'll have it in a moment." I said with a smile, reached over and hugged him passionately, brought the food over, both sat and ate, talked about his school work, and what he would be doing this weekend.

We sat at the table, engaging in typical family talk while we ate. Carl sneaked peeks at me, thought I was not aware his roaming eyes was watching me, loosely-tied robe gave a tantalizing view of cleavage, bent over to look in the fridge, caused my short robe to lift up, allowing son to glimpse naked butt and groin, could barely restrain himself at such a sight. That was no attention from Carl for that day. I was disappointed and dejected and turn to the dildo.

That night, I went to my bedroom and removed the tee-shirt and sweat pants, exposed breasts, areolas and puffy nipples, brushed hair, sprayed perfume in cleavage, groin, and at the top of butt crack, then walked across the hall to Carl's room.

The heels clicked on the hardwood floor as I walked into his room, stood in the middle of the room, cast eyes on him sleeping. I could see a huge bulge that must be his cock, wondered if it was as big, or even bigger, than his father's cock that had fucked and gave me much pleasure in our short marriage.

"Carl, " I called softly. "Can you wake up?" He stirred in the bed and I repeated the call. He opened his eyes, blinked, and then reopened his eyes wide in amazement.

"Marime! What's up?"

"Up? I can see your manhood flag is up erect or my vision blur?. Son no need to deny or hide from mom. If cock so proudly stand up why must you deny from me, your dear mother? Let me have a good view. Can I Carl?"

"Oh pardon me Marime. Letting you see my manhood, will I dishonor you?" he said apologetically to my amusement.

"Darling not at all. I love to see your cock. I need a favor from you. My breasts are engorged with milk and discomfort, need to squeeze out or better if you suckle from them." saying directly to him.

"Oh I can help. I lay on your lap and suckle like a baby? OK"

"Right. I have similar thinking. I breast feed you."

"Perfectly suit my taste mom."

"Oh My...My..Son... I can see you have good taste...Bulge in your pants.....Son am I arousing you so soon?"

Carl tried to cover up. I knew exactly my stimulation on son."

"We need to talk. It's important." I said staring at Carl.

"Okay."

I sat on the couch in my bathrobe. We sat on the couch together prepared for the serious conversation.

"What is it?" he asked.

I took a deep breath. "There's something I need to explain to you. For now, let's not think of each other as mother/son. Okay?"

"Okay. Sure. That's no problem."

I explained everything. I felt that this was the best approach, needed to be open and honest. No detail was spared. I explained that I had been taking medication and that my breasts had become fuller. They had become stiff. And her breasts were producing large amount of milk.

Finally, and most importantly, I explained how my hormones were off balance. I explained that the slightest touch to my sensitive nipples would trigger me horny. And how, as a result, I would have a problem wearing a bra, or even a tee shirt around the house.

"Jeez..." he managed to say.

"I know. This is a difficult situation. Even this bathrobe makes me uncomfortable to wear."

"Then don't wear it. Problem solved"

"Carl!" I snapped.

He suddenly became meek. "Sorry mom, I didn't mean it like that. But you said that we shouldn't think of ourselves as mother/son. That we should view ourselves as working professionals doing an important job. Well, in my advanced biology courses, we've done things involving nudity. And if I decide to go to med school, there's plenty of nudity there too. Big deal."

I calmed down. Carl was right. In order to do this, I'd have to stop being so rigid. Especially since he was already so mature at his young age. And since he considered going to med school.

"How should this work?" I asked.

"I don't know. I don't want to get yelled at again if I try to suggest something."

I nodded. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. You're right. We're both adults here. I think we should do this?"

His eyes widened. "We do?"

I wondered if my stepson had a thing for lactating breasts, saying "I think it's for the best, but only if you're okay with this. I don't want to make you uncomfortable at all."

"Of course not," he said adamantly. "I love lactating breasts. In fact, I enjoy suckling and drinking milk."

"Even mine?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.

He became sheepish. "Yes Marime you have puffy nipples I love to suckle."

Drawing this out would only make things worse and increasingly awkward. If they had to go through all the nuances, this conversation would take forever.

I stood up as Carl locked eyes on me as I untied the bathrobe, causing my cunt to twitch, opened the bathrobe and tossed it on the couch, standing in nothing but panties, with hard lactating nipples fully exposed.

His eyes were wide leering at my nudity. "Oh shapely body."

"Remember, this is purely pleasure for you," I reminded him in a playful tone.

"Of...Of course, mom...Marime....you're so captivating...I'm smitten... "

"Just call me mom. I'm your stepmother, okay?"

He nodded. "Okay."

"What now?"

I'll have to contact the doctors and they'll think of something."

"And if there's no solution?"

I gestured to my lactating breasts. "Then you'll have to get used to seeing these."

I took my bathrobe, gave another quick smile to Carl, and headed back up the stairs to my bedroom, closed the door, and made the phone call.

As it turned out, there was no solution to my problem, I was taking a high dosage of medication and this was the effect, perpetual sexual arousal. There was nothing I could do to cover my lactating breasts without feeling the excitement of nipples being stimulated by clothes. So I'd have to be naked.

I laid back in bed. Carl stared at my breasts as I was the one who had opened robe to him. The recollection made my cunt so wet, began to masturbate over the encounter, replaying it in my mind, imagined the look on his face as he stared at my breasts. I had been sexually aroused explaining everything to him and undressing for him. Nervous, but aroused.

Thinking back over it as I masturbated was enough to give me the best orgasm I'd had in a long time.

I wondered how Carl would react to see me topless again, making breakfast while standing in nothing but her panties. He had already stared at my breasts during the previous night when they had dinner together. Now, she wondered if he would be used to the taboo sight, or if his eyes would still be ogling over me. Worse, I wondered if I would still be aroused by him staring.

Sure enough, the awkwardness still lingered as he headed for the kitchen. Naturally, his eyes quickly glanced at my bare breasts dripping milk. I noticed this so very excited at the same time and made me uncomfortable horny. I was angry with myself that I was sitting there with lactating breasts exposed. What kind of mother would allow such a thing? Worse, it made me horny itchy with need to be fucked.

After our normal morning banter, I felt it was finally time to break the tension once and for all. It had to be done eventually, or this new arrangement was never going to work.

"There's something we need to discuss, have a seat and eat." I said.

Carl got his food and sat at the table, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's about this, This situation is a little more unusual than I had expected," gesturing to my lactating breasts.

"But we had dinner last night and everything went well? I think you're over reacting, Marime. I'm perfectly fine with seeing your lactating breasts."

"Maybe so, but I'm your mother. I decided to discontinue the medication by end of day. My breasts should return to normal, though still lactating at a comfortable rate only when stimulated. So by tomorrow morning, I'll have my clothes back on. And I'll return to work a little earlier than expected."

He nodded, "Okay, fine. It might be for the best. I can understand if you don't want to do this anymore. I'm sure this must be really difficult for someone like you."

"Are you suggesting that I'm a quitter?" she asked, taken aback.

"No, of course not. I'm just saying, not everyone can handle nudity."

What the hell was this? I thought. Reverse psychology? Whatever my stepson was doing, it was working. I had already begun to feel guilty for terminating this experiment. And knew that returning early to work would be viewed as a defeat, that I couldn't finish what started.

"Don't tell me about handling nudity, Carl," I said defiantly. "I'm the one that's bare, while you're fully dressed as always."

"I'm not the one doing the experiment. Mom, it's no big deal. If you want to stop, then stop."

"It seems I have no choice but to stop. It just doesn't feel right being topless around you all the time. Especially while you're still dressed."

"If you want me to get naked, just let me know," he said jokingly. "I'd be happy to oblige. I've got nothing to hide."

My eyebrow raised. "Oh really?"

"Yes, really. Nudity doesn't bother me. But if you have then you should end your research. There's no shame in defeat."

I smiled, "Maybe I've had a change of heart. I suppose I still want to continue this after all. But I do need some support. So, Carl, get undressed."

"What?" he asked, shocked.

"You heard me. If you have no problem with nudity, then this shouldn't be a problem. So get undressed. We'll do this together. You get naked. And I'll get naked. My panties will be gone."

It was now my turn to reverse the situation and tease stepson. I was only joking. The look of torment on Carl's face was amusing. Of course he was going to refuse. There was no way he was going to do it. And when he finally refused and admitted defeat, then I would end this experiment.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Carl took a deep breath, stood up, and now it was my turn to be shocked.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm doing what you asked. You're right. It's not fair if you have to walk around with your lactating breasts exposed with me fully dressed. I want to support you in any way possible."

Before I could tell him that I was joking, Carl yanked off his shorts and underwear, revealing his cock, erected huge and delightful for me to look at. I hadn't been with a man in a while, and my eyes lingered on his body. Then he removed his tee-shirt. All of the clothes were placed on a nearby seat, and he sat down to eat breakfast.

"This feels...liberating," he said after a deep breath, enjoying his newfound nudity in front of me, his stepmother.

My eyes showed my shock. "Oh my goodness. I...I was only joking."

"Uhhh....Marime," he said, his eyes looking down at my bosom.

"Yes."

"Your lactating breasts so tempting."

I looked down to see that my bare breasts were stiff and now milk was beginning to form at the tips of my hard nipples, gasped and quickly reached for a table napkin to wipe myself. In fact, I needed two. The milk was trickling down onto stomach and thighs.

"How did that happen?" he asked. "I didn't touch your alluring breasts."

I knew exactly how this happened. I was fucking aroused, cunt was wet, seeing Carl's cock had triggered me sexually.

"I took a strong dosage, that's all," I lied.

"Oh, well anyway, don't forget about the deal."

"Excuse me?"

"Your panties," he pointed out. "You said you'd take them off."

I was surprised by Carl's brazenness. And I was equally surprised that he would bring this up. It was confirmation that he was sexually enjoying this. His own stepmother. How could he?

Taking a deep breath for confidence, I reached below to remove panties. There was no way I was going to stand. I didn't want to show cunt to stepson, even though he'd see it later anyway. This was madness.

"Happy?" I asked sarcastically, briefly twirling my panties before putting it down on the seat, next to Carl's clothes.

"Is that a wet stain on it?"

"It was probably my breast milk that dripped."

"The stain looked like it was from the inside, right in the middle," he said observantly.

"I'm aroused, okay?" I finally admitted. "Please don't make a fuss. I've already told you what was happening. My hormones are out of control."

"Did you get aroused from seeing me naked?"

"How could you ask me something like that?" I demanded.

"It's a reasonable question, don't you think? I'm not an idiot. Breasts don't just start dripping milk like that. Panties don't just get wet. There has to be a stimulation to arouse you."

Not only was my suspicion confirmed, I also realized that stepson was aroused by me, his own stepmother! It dawned on me that Carl's desires were far from the mainstream; he not only had desire for full milking breasts, but specifically my full milking breasts!

It was becoming a game. A battle of wills. Who will admit to it first? Because the truth was, I was horny as hell knowing that my stepson lusted after me. For the past few days, I loved that he was so observant about the changes in my body, and that his eyes carefully examined my bare exposed lactating breasts.

Nevertheless, this couldn't go on forever. I needed to end this. And I was curious about how this would end.

"Fine, You win. I'm sexually aroused right now. I'm especially aroused because you're watching me. In my defense, the medication I'm taking is screwing with my hormones, thus screwing with my mind. So what's your defense?" I said.

"I didn't realize that I needed a defense."

"Of course you do," I pointed out. "Admit it, you have a lactation breasts fantasy."

"A what?"

He was clearly playing dumb.

"You enjoy lactating breasts, You like the plump look that lactation gives. Most of all, you enjoy how the lactation process makes a woman's nipples look so dark and swollen. Just admit it." I said bluntly.

He gulped. "Sure, I guess you're right."

"And a fantasy about your own mother? I want you to admit that too."

He gulped harder and spoke in a small voice. "I guess, kind of."

Oh fuck, I thought, felt cunt clench hard, wetness deep inside cunt, and breasts became even more swollen. If I didn't know better, milk was getting ready to shoot through my enlarged nipples.

"Eat your breakfast, I need to go use a breast pump." I said.

"Wait..."

"What is it? I need to go."

"Marime can I watch? I mean, can I help? I've always been fascinated with your lactating breasts," he asked provokingly, revealed more of his watching on me..

I discovered he had installed spy cameras in my bedroom, toilet. He had been watching me playing with dildo. I knew he had been leering at me when I was with his dad. When I was fucked by his dad, he was watching us on the cameras. He had desire on me at his growing age. I was living with a man-to-be eager to fuck me!!.

A dirty thought came to mind, wanted to do what mind and cunt indicating to me. Even though it was so wrong. At that moment, my hormones raged and I gave in to cunt demand.

I patted the seat next to him. "Sit here."

Carl scooted over and sat next to me, his stepmother, continued, "This is only because you're a good stepson and because my hormones are raging. Consider this a gift."

"Okay," he said, not knowing where this was headed.

"Suckle my nipples, drink the milk." I instructed.

"What?"

"If you ask again, I could change my mind. This is already uncomfortable enough already. Don't make me reconsider to use the pump."

With all the courage he could muster, he slowly lowered his head towards my bosom.

I watched stepson's mouth close around my engorged nipples and began to suckle. The feeling of it! Oh sensual the feeling! My nipples felt like it was on fire, had the same burning feeling deep within my cunt.

He sucked my nipple hard, hard enough to lift my breast as Carl moved his mouth upward, his tongue circling and lapping at my lactating nipples. I could feel the milk flowing from the breasts, to nipples, to my stepson's mouth, then down his throat as he gulped, swallowing every drop of milk.

It was 2 years since I last nursed my deceased daughter. Now I am breast feeding my stepson Carl a teenage. It felt so wrong. Yet so right. My cunt and nipples were telling me that this was the right thing to do.

The tight suction of his mouth ended, causing her to cry out slightly in disappointment, but then gasp with desire and excitement when Carl lowered his head to suck my other hard nipple. More milk flowed. This time, his fingers caressed and squeezed my breasts, causing milk to shoot into his mouth, and the other breast shot milk across his face and onto the dining table.

"Oh goodness," I gasped. "Stop. This is going too far. Stop this."

It took him a few seconds before he finally listened to me, maybe he needed a little more to suck, to feel nipple inside of his mouth. Then he pulled his mouth away and removed both of his hands from my breasts.

As Carl sat upright with a blissful expression, milk splashed across his face, I noticed that his cock was now raging hard. My bare lactating breasts and enlarged nipples had done this to him. I was delighted Carl got aroused by me, his stepmother, made my cunt pulsating.

"You're erect," I pointed out.

"Sorry."

But of course, he wasn't sorry. After sucking on my nipples, he was no longer bashful or ashamed about what he wanted. His intentions were clear.

"Don't be sorry," I said. "You're a healthy young man. It's normal to have this sort of a reaction."

"Even for my own mother?"

I nodded. "I'm aroused too. So I can't blame you. Or judge you. We're both struggling with the same feelings."

"You too?"

"Yes. It makes me uncomfortable to talk about this. But the answer is yes."

"We don't have to talk," he said, more confidently this time. "We can do other things instead, I mean, if you want to return the favor."

"What makes you think I have a favor to return?"

"I can feel how wet your cunt is. That's because I sucked on your nipples."

I immediately crossed legs to obstruct the view of cunt to Carl. He was right, my cunt was dripping wet because of him.

"That's not something you ever should have seen," I said.

"Marime, cock itchy. You know what it's like to itch."

"Fine. But only this once."

I reached to Carl, found his cock with my hand. It was swollen and rock hard, grabbed his cock and began to stroke, giving my son a hand job in the kitchen. Both of us completely naked, cunt was wet, nipples were still wet from the suckling and the lactation.

Carl groaned. His cock pulsed in my hand.

"Oh fuck," he gasped. "Keep stroking like that. Faster please."

I obliged, stroking him faster, hand gliding up and down his hard cock, skin felt so soft, but the cock itself felt as stiff as a rock.

"I'm going to ejaculate," he panted. "Almost there. Don't stop."

I went faster and stroked him relentlessly, even after feeling his semen shoot upwards, landing on my hand. I stroked until he stopped moaning, stroked until all the semen was drained from his balls and his cock turned flaccid.

It was amusing to watch my stepson bent over in such a flustered state, he was blown away by my hand job. Then I smiled and used a table napkin to wipe the semen from fingers and hand.

"That was a heavy load, gone wasted, could make babies, I'm impressed." I said amused.

"You're really good at that, Marime."

"Thank you. Looks like both of us are producing a nice amount of fluids this morning."

"Can we do it again?" he asked, nearly begging.

I stood up. "I'm afraid not. That was a one-time favor. Now if you'll excuse me. I have some work to do."

Of course, that was a lie. My schedule was free for the day. What I really needed to do was masturbate. I needed to shut my bedroom door, lay on the bed, brought out dildo and rub clitoris until cunt gushed. It was my little secret until I get the real McCoy, stepson's cock.

"I think it is time to stop pretending and open up with me, your mom, I know you have been watching me. You have needs I can sense and I have needs too. I just want to find someone who can take care of my needs," I said tenderly, as I moved a little closer to the bed.

"But you're my Dad's wife," he stated, stalling for time while he processed this in his mind. His eyes were leering, checking out my body and his cock twitched under the sheet.

"Widow, I corrected. I loved your father, but he has been passed gone. I have needs that he met but his death left a big emptiness in my life. I am not ready to date, but I really need some men to fill my empty nest. Can't you help mom out? You feel what mom wants?"

"Marime, you forget it is Valentine Day today. I didn't remind you because it might bring back sad memories. But I prepared to celebrate with you my dearest Marime."

"Oh yeah with no lover I forget entirely! Good I have son who remember it is a lover's day!"

"I bought a bottle of whiskey to celebrate with you my dearest mom to liven things up. I never drink, even wine, so I didn't realize how much whiskey to purchase for just two people. The pretty lady at the store said this bottle is more than enough."

"Sure you have eyes for the fairer sex my son."

"Flowers for you. None as pretty as you my dearest Marime" as he handed me a bouquet of red roses.

"Son, you're so flattering. I'm smitten. Beautiful bouquet of red roses!" as I moved over to plunge a kiss on his lips. Carl in turn hugged me tightly and locked kissing me till I was breathless. A lover's kiss not a mother son!"

"Marime mom, glad you love roses. I find them match your enchanting beauty. Though beautiful but they have thorns. Be careful can hurt you."

"Oh my darling son you're so considerate. How I wish I have a man like you, so caring, so lovable. If only you're not my son...." I sighed softly. Carl heard my last words though I spoke softly, looked at me tearing..

Carl chirpily said, ""Happy Valentine. Day! Be my Valentine, dearest Marime Let's do a little celebrating!" as he poured the whiskey in the 2 glasses, and gave one to me.

Carl smiled at her, stood up facing me, his now hard cock bouncing as it stuck straight out. His decision made, he walked up until he was just inches from my body, smell perfume, and a hint of what must be wet sex genital, reached out and palmed my breasts, feeling the puffy nipple against the palm of his hand as his fingers pressed into the soft flesh. He put on soft music, hugged me and whispered in my ears, "Let's waltz Marime."

"It was a long time a man asked me to dance. How can I said no to my darling son."

He held me by my waist, danced bodies closely, crushing me to his body. I could feel his erect cock poking at my groin as he locked his lips on mine. I never expect him so intimate with me, his stepmother. I was in cloud nines enjoying his wandering hands on my body as we danced slowly, wishing it never end, two of us hugging like lovers. I made the next move to seduce him, drew him closer to me and locked kissing. I decided Carl to be my man from now onwards, i****t or not I couldn't care or worry.

After dancing for awhile I said, "Feel tired. Need to rest my feet darling son."

"Good idea Marime," he agreed. Then his hand hugging my waist romantically, we moved onto the couch.

After one glass Carl said that he wouldn't take another glass. But I said, "Please Carl, Please have one more. Let's empty the bottle. Don't let it go to waste." Slowly and surely he started becoming emotional and put his arm around my shoulder while sipping the whiskey. In the next hour we finished the bottle. I know he was more relaxed than he had been all year. I was definitely beginning to feel the drink. I cuddling up to him as he put his arm around me. My hand was resting lightly on top his thigh. We talked freely. I asked him why he feels so sad. I asked is there anything I can help.

Carl said sadly, "My girlfriend broke up with me and she hooked up with my buddy."

"Oh darling, you'll have many other girls. You're handsome. I got smitten by you if I'm younger."

"I was horny most of the time. My maid Vickie was available target so I forced on her and had sex with her numerous times. She was scared of my huge cock and tried to avoid me. I need her to fulfill my libido. Each night I sneaked into her room using a spare key, undressed her and lay my front pressed on her back, slipped my cock at her labia, fucked her bareback. Lucky she didn't get pregnant. At the rate I fuck her she can be pregnant by me."

"Oh Carl what a horrible guy. **** Vickie! So you want a woman to fuck? Right? At least find a consenting woman!"

"Yes my Marime, wish I can find a matching girl/woman as you. You're beautiful, lovable, affable, all qualities I want from my love. I've been searching and the one who qualifies is none other than the one in front of me right now."

"Wow Carl, you're so flattering. Make my day. If we can be lovers it sure suit and fit my desire for a man I want."

"Oh Marime, we can be what we want to be...lovers..." he lightened up.

When a nice slow song came on, I pulled him up and said, "Let's dance, be merry. Dance with me, it is Valentine Day." At first he said no but I insisted and he gave in.

I finally got him to hold me close and dance the way you're suppose to on a slow dance. When I pulled him even closer and laid my head on his shoulder I found out why he had been holding me off, he had an erection, a huge one. I could feel it pressing against my abdomen. It may have been all the whiskey, but when I realized what was pressing against me, I felt a sudden rush of warmth in my pubic area and felt my cunt becoming moist. He tried to pull away but I held him tighter and pressed against him, enjoying the feel of his hard
erection against me and the knowledge that I was causing it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. As we kissed I parted my lips and gently probed his closed lips with my tongue. Just when I thought he wasn't going to respond he hugged me tightly and opened his lips. I thrust my tongue as deep into his mouth as I could and pressed my hips against him, grinding my pelvis
against his hard cock, kissed me back, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, playing with my tongue. I could feel my cunt beginning to react, becoming wet, aching to be touched.

Finally we broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily. He looked at me and said, "Marime, we can't...we shouldn't be doing this. It isn't right. You're my mother, I'm your son...""

I just continued to hold him tight and told him, "Carl darling, you're taking advantage of me... I'm a single grown woman, a widow and you're unattached alone without a woman too. I know what we're doing, and I know what I want...I want you." I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him as deeply as I could, taking his hand, I guided it up at my top and placed it on my breast. I moaned softly as his hand massaged my breast, rubbing it against the palm of his hand. I had never felt such an intense sensation in my vulva and my cunt before
as I pressed against him, an ache, a deep desire, to feel him touch me, to feel him in me.

He was really tensed at that time. He pulled at my dress and threw it on the floor, undressed me and then I was completely naked.

I fumbled taking his hard cock in my hand, amazed at its size, took hold of his 11 inches cock in my hand and exclaimed, "Oh it's a monster, so big, his rigid fully erect cock was so big and grasping his cock in my hand, I kissed it, licking its large plump head gently and then slipped it between my lips deep into my mouth. Carl moan and felt him grip my head as he began to slowly pump his cock into my mouth, fucking it gently like it was a cunt with a tongue in it caressing his large cock.

He was being careful not push himself too deep into throat, but I wanted it even deeper. I pushed forward feeling the large head pressing against my throat. I paused, relax, and felt the large head of his cock slip down into my throat. Carl moaned, "Oh Marime, if you keep on I'm going to eject soon."

I had to slip my mouth back off his cock. I couldn't hold it in my throat very long. I looked up at him and told him, "I want you to eject, to cum in my mouth. Fuck my mouth...fuck it like it's a cunt."

I looked at his cock and there was a large drop of pre-cum getting ready to drip from it, quickly caught it with my tongue, was surprised at how sweet it tasted. I put my hands behind his thighs and pulled him to me taking his rigid cock deep into my mouth. Carl held my head between his hands and began to stroke his cock into my
mouth. After a minute or so I felt his legs tremble. I sucked even harder, and moving one hand to his large sac, began to gently squeeze and massage his balls. With a loud groan he pushed his cock deep into my throat and ejaculated. I was startled by the force of the first shot of semen that hit the back of my throat, then he flooded my mouth with spurt after spurt of hot semen. He must have had a load of passion pent up in him waiting to be released. I could feel his semen dripping from my chin and getting on my breasts as I swallowed trying to keep up with the torrent of semen I had released from him.

After a minute or so, he gripped me under my arms and lifted me to my feet, kissed me and then pushed me gently down on the sofa. Leaning over me he kissed me, tasting his own semen still on my lips and tongue. He whispered, "Marime, that was wonderful... really wonderful. Now I'm going to do it for you." He pinched the nipple and I groaned and said, "Suckle your stepmother's nipples and drink the milk." He obeyed me and started suckled my nipples one by one till empty of milk.

I was sitting on the sofa reclining backward, my ass on the front edge of the seat. Naked, Carl sat down on the floor between my legs, placed a hand under each of my thighs and lifted them and spread them wide. He whispered to me, "Hold your legs...spread them wide open for me." I wrapped my arms around my legs just above my knees and held them there, almost back to my breasts. I was totally exposed to him. I had never felt
this exposed even in the stirrups at the doctor's office, almost climaxed when I felt his breath on the swollen lips of my cunt.

He sucked my labia into his mouth and probed my cunt with his tongue, sucked furiously and tasting and
teasing my clitoris. I was moaning, "aaaaaaaaaah...aaauchh...uhhhhhh... suck me Carl suck my ass too, you ass sucker... he started sucking my ass, placed one finger in my ass. I did climax, so suddenly I almost lost my grip
on my legs as I felt the intense sensation in my body and in my cunt. He felt my body shudder with my orgasm and slowed down.

He lick up through the swollen lips and lightly touch my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He kept this up until I could no longer stand it and I finally moaned, "OH son...Carl, I want you. I want you now. want to feel you in me." My cunt started twitching his mouth. I was horny, pumping my hips vigorously. I was going to give him my cunt milk and made him swallow fully.

He sucked me hard. I groaned, "Aaaaaah soooon I am cummmming in your mouth, ahhha it feels soooooo gooood...". I arched my legs and started ejecting my load of cum in his mouth he gulped it all and loved it in his mouth. I was pleased with our interaction. "I love you my darling, " I said to him while kissing him on his lips and sucking his mouth. Now he did not feel ashamed.

We stretched out on the couch with him between my legs. I reached down, took his hard cock, rubbed its head against my dripping cunt and placed its head between the lips of my wet cunt, so wet getting my juices all over the sofa. I told him to put a pillow under my hips so that he can insert it properly in my cunt without hurting me. He obeyed me. He pulled a pillow and put it beneath my hips.

Now he could see my cunt completely. He rubbed his cock to my cunt again and tried to insert it in my hole but its' size was too big and my hole was too tight and virgin. I put my legs wide apart so that he can insert his cock in it but couldn't penetrate, cunt was dry tight.

Then he stood up and got the oil bottle and rubbed it on his dick and some on my cunt entrance. Now he was able to insert some of his cock in my cunt and he started pushing it in slowly while I gasped and cried, "Oh no! It is too big and fat leave me, stop...leave me..."

But he also enjoyed this act too. Now he was furious as I started to resist him again. He thrust it with full power in my cunt and I cried, "Uhhhh Ohhh Carl! Stop fucking me, your mom." But now he grabbed my shoulders with his hands and started to pump his cock in and out. He was pumping furiously and I was crying, "For goodness sake stop...go away."

He told me, "Mom you will enjoy it after a while." He started pumping it in and out slowly and steadily now.

I gasped and moaned, "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH... AAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAA...FUCK ME.... TORE MY CUNT....., INVADE ME, FUCK ME... OOOOHHHHH....." I giggled and moaned heavily now. He was also moaning heavily. He speeded up his thrusts and I also moved my hips up and down. Our bodies were burning like fire now. Both of us were creating a loud sound.

Carl started to fuck me with long strokes, drawing his cock almost out of my cunt and then thrusting back down into me.

Each time he bottomed out I could feel the head of his cock pushing into my cervix. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and gripped the cheeks of his butt in my hands and pulled him into me as I pushed my hips up to meet the downward thrusts of his hard cock. I had never felt anything so big or so deep in me. I could feel my cunt lips stretching as he pulled his cock back and my body aching, anticipating the feel of it plunging back into the depths of my throbbing cunt.

Carl change the angle of his thrusts slightly, causing the top of his cock to rub against my clitoris, trapping my clitoris between our pubic bones when he thrust deep into my cunt. As the head of his cock slipped into me, he buried it all way in my aching cunt - I felt the head of his cock pushing against my cervix, the neck of my uterus, and I climaxed again, even more intense than before.

I moaned, "Oh Carl. I didn't know... it's never felt so good. OH don't stop. Fuck me... That's it fuck me hard." I could feel his thrusting speed up as the tension in my body kept building higher and higher, pushing me closer to the edge of climax. He buried his cock even deeper into me, groaned and held it there.

When I felt his cock throbbing, ejecting his semen deep into cunt, I was pushed over that crest and I felt the spasms in my cunt around his throbbing cock as my climax swept over me. He slowly stroked his cock in and out my drenched cunt, milking the last bit of cum from his cock. I was soaked. I could feel his cum and my cunt juices running down the cheeks of my ass as he stroked his cock into me.

"Oh son, I'm not on contraceptive....you'll impregnate mom...are you serious....didn't know it could be this good. I feel so good right now...so satisfied." I moaned softly, kissed him gently and just held him in my arms atop me, his cock still buried deep in my cunt. I had never felt more sensual and, it may sound odd, more beautiful than I did at that moment. I said while gasping and moaning. Soon he climax and ejected semen into my cunt. We hugged as we remained conjoined rolling in bed kissing.

We lay there and talked and then made love again. We went to bed after that but not to sleep. We made love twice more that night. Carl said I was making him a grown up man, no more 18 years old. I was glad he recognized how much I mean to him. I need to work hard on him to inculcate him to make a world of us together. A beginning of our future together I hope. He wanted a woman to fuck and I wanted a man to fuck me. What matching pairing we made!.

Something got into me, I was so dreamy, reminisced images and events of the past years with Carl in my mind. A boy quietly desiring me, his stepmother. He had many opportunities to fuck me as his dad travelled on business very often. Maybe respectful to me not to violate me, his stepmother. So provocative and relevant to our future I thought. It happened like only yesterday. I never imagine Carl wanted me sexually.

Those past years obviously I was subconsciously storing all the frustration up inside me and to my shame as a stepmother I couldn't fathom his emotion for me. Now he let it all pour out. I pretty much abused Carl verbally simply by refusing his advances on me! I was so dumb!.

Initially it was a step too far for me to take. I was an ignorant bitch but now a complete bitch specifically to Carl after hearing his desire for me.

When Carl first grabbed me, it was so unexpected my mind didn't register what was happening at first. Before I knew it, Carl had dragged me to a chair and as he sat he pulled me down with him and I suddenly found myself across his knee.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I screamed, the audacious little bastard was daring to manhandle me.

"Get off me you little bastard," I shrieked amongst other expletives, driven by my high and mighty indignation.

As I was abusing him, I felt the first sting of what would change my life.

His hand landed on my protruding bums with a 'Whack' sound.

Again my incredulous brain wouldn't process the unthinkable at first but when his hand rose and fell across my tight skirt, the stinging in my ass brought me to my senses.

As he spanked me and I abused him, it seemed for a while that I would prevail. In this position with me bucking wildly, Carl couldn't get enough courage to really hurt me and he knew it.

As he pushed me off him and stood, I was triumphant as I thought I had won.

Carl grabbed my arm and dragged me, first to the foot of the stairs and then up into my own bedroom and across to the bed. He locked the door so I couldn't get out quickly, (not that I tried to, I was supremely confident that I would win.) and when Carl took two pillows from the bed and lay them across the foot of the bed, I merely sneered at him.

I had reckoned without my son's superior physical advantage and I suddenly felt myself being bent over the bed and being held down by his hand in the small of my back, my bums in the air.

Carl smacked my ass a few times more, again I sneered at him and his inability to hurt me, or to tame me into submission. It was then that the unthinkable happened, he pulled up my skirt.

After the spanking of my bums through my panties I was beginning to feel the first real stings of pain. I was not going to show him he was getting through to me and kept up my act of furious defiance. I was still so full of aggression that I hardly felt his grip on my panties. If I did it mustn't have registered in my brain, until the unmistakable sound of his hand on bare skin reverberated around the room. Carl was now spanking my bare ass.

On and on went the harsh spanking, the sound of skin against skin and the building pain. I refused to give in to him no matter what and eventually I had my moment of triumph.

Carl stopped beating me and stood silently behind me.

I had won! The little bastard had given in.

As I was being spanked on my bare ass, I was so full of fury and indignation that I had not considered my real position. My entire focus and incensed outrage, had left me so consumed by what my son was doing to me that one huge factor didn't occur to me in the slightest.

As Carl stood quietly behind me I expected him to move away. It wasn't until I felt his hands return to my poor abused ass, that my head began to clear of the anger that was clouding my judgment. This time his hands felt different, this time things WERE different and as Carl caressed my red buttocks the fog cleared in my head.

After all the spanking, I suddenly realized what everyone reading this must have realized right at the very start of my punishment.

My cunt must be on show!

I know it sounds incredulous that such a thought had not occurred to me before this point but I swear, I was more preoccupied with winning against my son, that the small matter of my cunt being exposed to him was completely lost on me.

The full realization of my position hit home when I felt the big, blunt, bulbous head of 'something' touch my exposed labia.

My brain suddenly cleared of the red mist and the sudden clarity hit me like a runaway train.

My son was about to **** me.

I fought like a demon, I kicked and screamed and writhed around trying to stop him r****g me.

****d by my own son?

"No, no, please Goodness forbid no," I screamed.

I fought and fought against his superior strength as his hands held me down in the small of my back. After a while of me bucking and twisting to get my cunt out of line with his cock, Carl stopped.

Again I thought that I had won. In the silence I heard a sound that I couldn't place (his belt sliding from his jean loops.)

It was then that I felt the almighty whack across my already abused buttocks as he brought the belt down on me. The sound was incredible and the noise shook me as much as the pain. What shook me most however was the sudden knowledge that I couldn't fight on indefinitely against his power and strength

Carl did not need to hit me twice, the fight just went out of me. I did not submit openly but the stiffness and rigidity of my body left me, as my body softened and sank over the pillows on the bed.

Giving in to the inevitable, I felt Carl reposition himself behind me. Again I felt his large cock head touch my slits and just pausing (I assume to savor the moment and to watch his cock defile me) for a moment Carl pushed his hips forward.

My son r****g me.

I felt his big length cock slide effortlessly all the way into my cunt in one powerful thrust.

"Please Carl no, don't fuck me. I'm your stepmother," I quietly moaned into the sheets as my son slowly and deliberately used my cunt. I felt him ejected filling me and felt myself stretching around him. It wasn't until I heard the unmistakable squelching sound of sexual intercourse that something dawned on me.

I was wet and the sudden shock of realizing that my son had slid effortlessly inside me, meant that I must have been wet all along. He salivating me, his conquest. He possessed me he would think. I must not let him think I am his possession. Carl won, I lost the battle.

As Carl continued his inexperienced ravaging of my body, I tried my best not to respond. A cunt can only take so much stimulation from whatever source, no matter how ******** that source may be, before it responds.

I had only just recognized the horror that my cunt was beginning to respond and the pleasure was starting to rise, when my son completed the act of ****.

He eject semen inside my cunt.

I could feel the movement inside me, as his cock swelled, hardened and twitched deep within me, spilling copious amounts of his young, strong, fertile semen deep inside my cunt and splattering my defenseless cervix with jet after jet of his semen.

After he had ****d me, Carl pulled from me. Wordlessly he moved around the side of the bed and sat down. Averting his gaze I slowly and stiffly stood, my back aching from what had just happened to me. I stood straight, put my hand between my legs to catch the huge deposit of semen that I could feel beginning to run from my violated cunt and scuttled into the bathroom.

As I sat and let the foul symbol of my **** run from me I was helpless for a few minutes. I tried to recover my composure and put my logical business head in charge. I needed to assess the situation and work out the best possible outcome for the problem.

The first thing the old me considered was my own lack of responsibility for what had happened. I consoled myself with the idea that it was not my fault. I had only lost control because someone else had power over me. Carl r****g me had stripped me of my power.

The responsibility for what happened was not mine, someone else had sole responsibility for their actions. I could not possibly be held accountable (was that my only concern? that at least it wasn't my fault?)

As I absolved myself of any guilt, I sat on the toilet and considered how we could possibly carry on our lives. What should I do? Life was in the balance. If I reported Carl our lives would be over. He would spend a considerable time in prison as a sex offender and would forever carry through his life the fact that he had ****d his stepmother.

If I reported him, it would soon become common knowledge that I had been ****d by my stepson and that would destroy any chance of keeping my profession life in any order.

Should I throw him out and never have contact with my only stepson ever again?

As I stood I let the ruined skirt fall to the floor. I returned to the bedroom silently and looked at my son. Carl looked more frightened than I have ever seen a person look in my entire life. He looked nervous and scared and you could see, What have I done? written all over his face. He looked incredibly young and vulnerable at that moment.

Carl began to blabber, he tried desperately to apologize for what he had done. He was in abject fear as he knew full well what the implications for the future were. As I looked into his eyes I could see the terror, not just of the moment but I knew he could see himself in prison for years to come.

My mind was racing, trying to conjure up some words, some idea, some lucid thought on how to proceed. Even though I had been a total bitch to him, as I looked into his youthful frightened face, I loved him and I knew that I somehow had to make this go away.

I lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

"Oh Mum, I am so, so sorry. I don't know what came over me, I never wanted to hurt you." Carl continued to blubber.

I tried to console him (Yes I consoled HIM!) and we lay together for an age letting our thoughts race around our heads.

I lay and tried to rationalize the situation. Carl had hurt me but the physical effects of a sound spanking could be forgotten in time. We had had i****tuous sex, though we were not blood related, yet somehow I thought that even that could be dealt with in time. I realized that the problem was with the **** and for both our futures both individually and together, we needed that incident to be somehow taken from the equation.

"How the hell do I do that?" I thought, although I already knew the answer.

I had the sudden shock of realizing that I was still bottomless before my son. He had taken my panties off and I had discarded the ruined skirt.

I realized that there was only one way in the entire range of options that I could think of, that would at least take the **** out of the list. We still would have to somehow deal with what had happened when he had spanked me and physically beaten me and there was till the small matter of him having sex with me but that could be done in time. For now there was only one action that would erase the previous one.

As I lay flat on the bed, I opened my legs a few inches. I did not totally spread them but made just enough of a movement to make the hugely symbolic and suggestive gesture. I did not behave like a whole but I left no doubt either.

"Carl!"

"Yes Mum."

"Please fuck me again."

I moved my legs a few inches further apart.

I truly saw this as the only way to erase the ************** act to replace it with a consensual one.

As I said before the actual **** was the significant matter and the b**st needed to be slain.

This together with the fact that my stepson had left me in the worst position of all. He had left me wanting sex. If Carl had made me orgasm when I responded to him (however traumatic the incident was) or had he ejected inside me quickly before I could react to the invasion, it would have been terrible. Yet by making my cunt respond, without it having the subsequent sexual release, he had left me high and dry, insatiable. It was the worst possible feeling.

The trauma and subsequent turmoil in my mind from what had happened to me, combined with the strange sense of power loss I had experienced, had created an intense confusion in my head. This together with an ********, yet unmistakable sexual frustration, created by my youthful stepson to fuck me in all those sexless years, had left me in a vulnerable and chaotic mess.

When I asked my stepson to fuck me again, his face was a picture of insecurity and incredulity. As the cunt realization of what I was asking of him dawned on him and disbelief crossed his face, I watched his big cock, swell thicken and lengthen with every beat of his heart. As the blood rushed into his manhood making it hard and menacing, I knew that the insanity coursing through my brain would not stop until I had let his wonderful length fuck me again.

The second time my son fucked me, his sexual performance was incredibly poor. The way he thrust erratically into me and his amateur jabbing and lunging was very juvenile and was borne of youthful inexperience. This time however I was way, way ahead of him in the race to orgasm. Even as he fucked me, I knew that this time I was to get sexual release, I knew instantly that I would orgasm underneath my stepson. He would be giving me the sexual pleasure I had been missing and craving all those sexless years. Carl made me a woman again.

When my orgasm came it was incredibly embarrassing. I lay beneath Carl as he fucked me and found myself wanting to keep my climax secret. When the irresistible orgasm shook my woefully neglected and criminally underused cunt (responding to the cock inside me, the first for years) I remained as quiet as I could, yet the moans and gasps that escaped my lips left him in no doubt that he had fucked his mum to orgasm.

Carl followed me almost immediately, his gasps, grunts and groans, testament to the fact he was filling my cunt for the second time, with young powerful semen.

"Oh Mom, are you happy we fucked with your consent."

"Yes so don't ever **** me again. Ask me and I will offer to you entirely my body. We shall enjoy fucking together. It was so many years ago I had been fucked. Thank you Carl for taking the initiative to give pleasure to mom."

After our sexual coupling Carl and I lay silent beside each other embracing and kissing.

What more words were there to say? Let our twosome actions speak.

I can't explain the incredible atmosphere but I am sure you can imagine what it must have been like. We both lay with a strange sense of shame and humiliation, we were not suddenly lovers, we were not partners in a relationship, we were ************** who had each initiated sex with the other.

My experience told me that if we were to part at this point, then that feeling would stay with us throughout the rest of our lives. However we parted would set the standard for the future. I couldn't bear the thought that my relationship with my stepson would be estranged and spoiled, so I determined to not let Carl leave my side until we somehow came to terms with what we had done. In that vein I insisted that Carl sleep with me, there was to be no more sex but we still couldn't leave whilst the atmosphere was one of guilt.

The following morning when we awoke I immediately sensed a slight difference in the atmosphere and with ourselves. It was as though we were both determined to deal with this and to not let it destroy us. After avoiding the moment of truth for a while, we eventually turned to face each other.

"Good morning Darling," I said, absolutely crawling inside with shame and embarrassment.

"Er... oh... hi Mum." was all the poor boy could manage.

The subsequent minutes of sheer awkwardness had passed when I made the decision.

For work as part of my 'power dressing' I always wore stockings when I needed to feel good and sharp. This was nothing sexual, or in no way designed to attract men. I was a man hater but I felt the heels and the stockings and garter belt underneath my skirt, gave me a feeling of power somehow. It validated me as a woman, with the right to dress for herself and no one else. Dressing in stockings and suspenders gave me the freedom and indulgence to be my own person, it empowered me, so I dressed the same today.

I dressed like this and I dressed in front of Carl, in a desperate attempt to deflect the wrong we had done and to somehow act as though everything was perfectly normal.

Carl watched like a rabbit in the headlights as I put on my garter belt then rolled my black stockings sensually up my legs, before twisting to fasten the strap in place. I gave him a show, for the simple reason that I believed that it somehow trivialized our predicament and made light of the fact we had just slept with each other.

I hoped that the embarrassment of being naked, or dressed in lingerie before his gaze, would somehow replace the embarrassment of what we had done.

Somehow Carl took the initiative to break the impasse, extended his arms to hug me close to him, looking in my eyes he lowered his lips on mine, tongue prised my mouth and found my lips. I reluctantly responded. Then in a moment we hugged and kissed passionately as lovers do as his hands groped my whole body. I kew we would get along well and fine not as mother son relationship but as lovers.

All day long at work I was completely distracted, which let's face it, is quite understandable. I was really inefficient as I tried to deal with daily problems but I was lucky that it turned out to be a quiet day, therefore my distraction was not highlighted more than a couple of colleagues mentioning a mistake or two that I had made.

I couldn't focus on the job at hand, as I devoted all my time and efforts into trying to come up with a solution to the traumatic situation I now found myself in.

As I had decided that I could neither report my stepson, nor throw him out, that meant that my solution would have to be one of a conciliatory nature.

Throughout the day I began to think of make all the important decisions regarding the home and to run the home. I decided that this was a strategy that I could employ.

If Carl thought me a bitch for trying to run the house totally to my rules, then in order to relieve myself of the tremendous pressure I had at work, now compounded by the sexual events of the day before, then I was going to give the power of our home life over to Carl who have to take care of me also.

When I arrived home that evening the atmosphere and tension were tangible and incredibly powerful. Carl, even after I let him fucked me a second time to eradicate the **** perse, was still in a terrible frightened state over what he had done. There was still a heavy atmosphere between us all evening. After all, the events of the previous evening had happened and although the real nasty side of proceedings had been alleviated, there was still a very uneasy and unnatural feeling in the house. That was only to be expected I suppose, when a boy spanks and ****s his mother, then she willingly offers herself to him a second time (no matter what her justification may be) then it is not exactly an everyday occurrence is it!

I told him of my plan. I informed him that all decisions regarding our home life together were now his to make. Carl constantly complained that I wouldn't let him eat junk food, well now he could make that decision for us both. He moaned when I criticized his sloppy dress and he hated it when I constantly told him how to behave. Well now all those decisions taken regarding food, how we BOTH were to dress and all other household were now his domain. I would teach him how to pay all utility bills, pay the newspaper bill etc and basically how to deal with the Butcher, the Baker and the Candlestick maker. He could even decide where we were to take our holidays as I had always insisted on my own tastes and needs.

I had not changed since I had got home from work, the momentous conversation starting as soon as I entered the house and had gone on for hours. I was still dressed in stockings and after the evening meal we sat around talking.

Eventually we had talked our situation to death and all we could do now was to try and implement the new house rules and try to make it work.

I went to my bedroom and began to prepare myself for bed.

Carl was still unsure of himself, so I left him downstairs trying to get his head around how his life had changed so momentously in twenty four hours.

I was still messing around in my room with the door wide open, when I heard him at the top of the stairs and insanity took over. In a crazy and lunatic moment, I took a snap and instant decision, it just came over me, it was irrepressible, there was no rational thought and it was not the actions of a sensible woman.

I took off my blouse and stood in my lacy black bra which hardly held my breasts in check. I snapped open the button on my skirt and pulled down the zipper.

There I stopped. And waited. I knew Carl was observing me on the spy cameras

As Carl followed me (what seemed to my pounding heart like hours later) I was ready for him. I waited right until the moment he passed my door, before shaking my hips slightly and allowing my skirt to drop to the floor. I turned towards Carl in my stockings, suspenders and heels. Carl stopped in his tracks and stood looking at me, taking in the sight, his eyes roaming over my breasts, dropping between my legs and gazing at my stocking clad legs.

"Oh and another thing Darling, I said seductively, with all the decisions you are now responsible for, in this room the same rules apply, there is no difference. I am OK you can still spy on me."

I unhooked my bra and bared my firm lactating breasts to him, as Carl gazed upon my firm puffy nipples I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my panties, lowered my panties until they fell the rest of the way on their own.

Carl approached me nervously and as he stood before me I said.

"You can have me whenever you like. You decide where and when. Don't ask. Just take me. All done romantically. Understand?"

What I was doing was insane but I waited until he led me to the bed rather than the other way round, he had to learn to be the master and to use me for his own gratification. In return satisfy me too.

We lay on the bed together, the look on his face was one of amazement and incredulous disbelief. Given what had happened the day before, he thought himself a very lucky boy to get away with what he had done. Yet now as the whole situation dawned on Carl, the look of sheer disbelief spread across his face.

If Carl was amazed by this turn of events he was not alone. With my heart pumping and the blood pounding, I took the first surreal step towards the next stage of our relationship. It felt immensely personal the first time I kissed my stepson, it was weird yet exciting. We kissed with eyes closed for what seemed like eternity until I felt him pull away.

I offered my breasts up to him and Carl tentatively cupped each good sized and firm breast in his hands. He lowered his mouth to my engorged nipples and suckled milk into his mouth. I had small areola and large nipples which combined, made the area quite hard and prominent. In everyday situations I had to wear a padded nursing bra to hide what would have been incredibly visible and prominent. I don't think Carl had ever imagined my hard erect nipples to be as long and hard as he now found them. All he ever thought of was lay on my laps suckling milk.

The pride I had in my lactating breasts, was multiplied by my son's attention to them.

He was captivated and touched, kneaded, kissed breasts and suckled sensitive nipples until he had me gasping with pleasure.

When we lay down together these intimate and personal feelings were arising. I kissed down his chest sucking my son's nipples on the way down. I continued across his hard muscled chest until I reached the line of hair that ran from his pubic hair to his navel.

That was where my face met my son's huge erect cock. I sucked on his erecting cock and balls, bite lightly. I left hickeys on his belly to stamp mark he is mine too as I was his.

"Oh Marime..Pain......"

"Carl you're mine. I'm yours. No others can come between us! But I allow you to continue fucking Vickie."

"Marime, having you is more than enough. I lavish all attention on you. I'll not bother on Vickie ever again."

Most women would say that the ultimate in intimacy is sexual penetration which my stepson had done to me.

I held Carl's cock at the base, my face and lips mere inches from his big bulbous crown, my tongue out and ran it around the head of his cock. Carl stiffened then groaned aloud, with both the realization of what I, his mother was about to do and the physical sensation of my wet lips engulfing the head and gently sucking.

I exclaimed heartily, "Oh...I am sucking my son's cock!

It was the first cock that I had had in my mouth since I dislike sucking cock, I don't know when I ever did. I savoured his taste and I groaned in pleasure as I felt the hardness, youth, power, size and pure raw sexuality of his big cock filling my mouth.

I worshipped his cock like a woman pleasuring a man should. I was astounded at the pleasure I got myself from the act. I was so incredibly turned on, the act of sucking a man's cock was thrilling I realized, but for it to be my stepson that I was performing fellatio on was wild.

I must have derived as much pleasure as Carl who I was actually sucking.

I moaned and groaned at having his cock in my mouth more than he did. I worshipped his cock and I kissed his balls and rolled them in my mouth. I sucked up his length and devoured his purple pulsating head greedily.

I pleasured my son shamelessly like no mother ever should.

Carl was slowly pushing himself up into my mouth and gently fucking my face. In no time the tell tale signs began. When I had started this I expected to simply get him hard, give him pleasure and prepare him to fuck me again. I had not really thought about sucking him off and him ejaculating in my mouth. However I realized that Carl was simply too far gone to stop now, so I gently caressed his full heavy balls and sucked his cock until the inevitable happened.

How surreal is it to have your own stepson semen in your mouth? As the first huge powerful blasts hit my throat I found out. Carl had replenished himself after last night's gallivant and pumped a huge load of hot, sticky and salty tasting semen into my waiting and willing mouth.

Carl groaned aloud in total ecstasy.

After sucking and slurping and milking his semen into my mouth, I had no intention of doing anything other than swallow the entire load and after savoring the taste and consistency of him that's exactly what I did.

As Carl recovered I gently kissed, licked and sucked his shrinking cock. I had committed this act of gross indecency on my stepson and there was no point doing anything but go the whole way. I raised myself up onto my knees so that Carl could watch the finale.

All the time knowing that he could see what I was doing and that he was watching intently, I drew my fingers up along his shrinking cock which captured the errant semen. As the ring of my fingers reached his large still swollen head it created a small pool in which the gathered semen pooled.

I lowered my lips to the pool of semen and noisily sucked the beautiful tasting, brilliant white nectar, into my mouth. After licking up the length of his semen that I had missed.

The pool lay amongst the line of hair from his pubes to his navel, again I lowered my lips and turning to look Carl in the eyes I sucked up the last of his huge ejaculation into my mouth.

As our eyes stayed locked together I licked my fingers clean of the sticky mess and made an exaggerated motion of swallowing the semen.

I blew his mind, who in life had ever shared this awesome experience with his own mother?

I stayed knelt on the bed gathering myself together as the passion eased, until such a time as it was time for me to move. I was suddenly very embarrassed at my actions, it was like I didn't want to look him in the face after the immensely intimate act I had just performed on him. I twisted my body and moved up to lay beside him, our eyes met fleetingly, in an incredibly shy, embarrassed and sheepish encounter.

If sucking my son's cock was the ultimate intimacy so far, then what followed next, ran it an incredibly close second.

Carl slid down my body to my heaving lactating breasts. I waited for him to play with my breasts, yet I got a complete surprise when after just a minute of so of suckling on my nipples, Carl moved away.

He knew where he wanted to be and I was quickly realizing the same. As he lowered himself down I spread my legs, there was no further need for false modesty and I opened myself entirely to his whims and fancies of possessing me.

I expected him to dive down onto my cunt and devour me. In a way I wish he had done, because that would have spared me the further hugely intimate moment of having my stepson inspect me.

Carl's face lay inches from my groin, his WMD (Woman Most Desire) organ. I found it incredibly embarrassing to watch him simply staring at my cunt. Carl touched my outer slits with his finger tips and ran the rapidly swelling labia between his thumb and forefinger. After a while he put his hand over my now exposed, wet and exciting inner labia. Still gazing at my (his first?) cunt so close up and personal, he spread my slits and peered at my sodden cunt. He could see nothing inside me as the walls of my cunt closed, create a wet pink barrier.

I could not look away, I was somehow compelled to watch my stepson, as he touched my labia, clitoris and inner folds.

As Carl continued to play with me like a c***d with a new toy, the look on his face was one of amazement at where he was, what he was doing and with whom he was doing it.

My stepson had ****d me and then climbed on top of me to use me a second time, I did not find either of those incidents as personal, intimate and embarrassing as I was now finding his caressing of me so arousing.

I was becoming increasingly desperate for him to pleasure me and was about to beg him to lick my cunt, when he slowly bent his head forward and simply placed a kiss on my pretty pink lips.

I groaned aloud and fell back onto the bed my head thrown upwards. Closing my eyes at the same time, I settled back to experience the surreal intimacy of having Carl lick my cunt.

Carl kissed, licked and sucked on my inner labia, he pushed his tongue inside me like he was fucking me and licked at my clitoris. He was tasting his mum.

He was useless.

My son proved to be a very inexperienced and callow youth when it came to sex (this made me think more about him being a virgin, Good if he was, I had taken my stepson's virginity!)

I expected this lack of know-how to ruin it for me.

I found the juvenile and tentative fumbling, caressing and manipulation of my Carl to actually be a huge turn on. I was with a boy just finding his way in life and in sex and it turned me on. It thrilled me immensely to be the one that my son was finding his way with and I lay back and let the wonderful erotic sensations wash over me. I felt the touch of his probing tongue, caressing the most intimate and sensual part of me, driving me crazy with lust.

Although the thrilling physical touch, (however inexperienced it was) was causing me so much pleasure, the mental thought of who we were and what we were doing excited me to a whole new level. This was my stepson licking my sodden lips and probing my hardly fucked cunt, Carl ran his tongue across the top of my quivering entrance, across my urethra and over my throbbing clitoris.

Carl continued to pleasure me. He would occasionally stop his licking of me, to pull back and gaze at the pink, gaping sodden cunt. I realized that I didn't want to climax, I wanted to keep myself in that insanely pleasurable state of being on the cusp of orgasm. Carl not being consistent in his licking of me helped me stave off the orgasm.

I was in the most blissful condition of being on the edge, which was driving me crazy, when I realized what I wanted. Pushing his head from between my legs,

"Lay back Darling," I whispered to him I need cock inside cunt."

Carl lay back on the bed and I put my legs to either side of him. Reaching between my legs to grasp his big eager cock, I placed him at my throbbing entrance. I sat back slightly and felt the huge bulbous head of his cock push open my labia and nestle in my entrance.

I lowered myself a couple of inches, just enough to feel my tight cunt ease and his cock head enter me. The feeling was electric and I stayed in the same position as I gently rocked, ensuring that only the very tip of his cock was entering me. I moved just enough, so that only the his wonderful cock was fucking the tight ring of my entrance.

I managed to make love to my stepson like this for quite a while, controlling the tempo and therefore the state of my arousal and the climax that I somehow managed to keep only moments away. There came a point that I could take this intense pleasure no longer and I slowly sank my Carl down over his big cock, until he filled me completely.

Carl was struggling to hold on, my slow sensual stimulation of his eager young cock had taken him to the edge also. As he felt the semen begin to move he began to fuck up into me. He quickened his thrusts which was all I needed to finally bring the all consuming earth shattering orgasm.

As the physical impact of orgasm began to tear through me, the mental situation came to the fore. The spanking, the ****, the sucking of his cock, the licking of my Carl, combined with the fact it was with my very own stepson that I had done those things, together with the illicit, i*****l, immoral and i****tuous nature of what we were doing, it all combined in that one huge climax to make my Carl explode with the most powerful orgasm I had ever had at that point.

The pure dirty insanity of how I was behaving, instead of shaming me, was making my lust spiral out of control.

I began to scream out all the emotion and ecstasy that the cock caused, I was like a woman possessed. The combination of my quivering, pulsating and electrified big cock that filled me, as it pumped, twitched and pulsated powerful semen deep, deep inside me, gave us the most profound mutual orgasm between a mother and her son that we could possibly experience.

As I slowly recovered, my breath still in short gasps, Carl idly played with my breasts. They hung seductively down towards him and he nipped and pulled my large nipples to the point of slight pain. Post-orgasm, it felt wonderful.

I whispered to Carl,

"Turn me over baby."

Carl grabbed my waist and quickly spun me around to change positions.

"Now take your beautiful cock out of mummy."

As Carl slowly withdrew his still semi-hard cock from me, I quickly replaced it with my hand. On the one hand I wanted to smear his semen all over me, I wanted to wear his semen and my juices as his trophy, I wanted to let it spill onto the bed when I lay, where I could wallow in his semen.

I raised myself onto an elbow and then opened my legs. The huge deposit of semen poured from me and I caught it all in my hand. I raised my hand into the air next to my face, slightly tilting my head back I opened my mouth and put my fingers above. I let the whole pool of still hot and potent semen, slowly slide from my hand to fall into my open and waiting mouth.

Carl was stunned, I made great play of tasting him and keeping it in my mouth for a moment, before I swallowed the result of our love making. I dipped two fingers back and pulled some more of our 'love cocktail' from me. I offered my fingers to Carl and hesitatingly at first, he allowed me to feed my fingers to him, he also tasted himself and mummy together. I did this twice more, once each, as I scooped out the remnants of his ejaculation and my own juices in an i****tuous shameful cocktail.

The insanely shameful act that I had just performed, had a remarkable effect on me and caused the deep embarrassment that I then felt in front of my son. This shocking humiliation coursing through me only served to turn me on even more.

As we lay, post-coital in silence, we touched and caressed each other. Carl was gently toying with my curly black bush.

"Do you like me being hairy Carl darling? Remember baby you make all the decisions around here from now on. If you want me natural, trimmed, landing strip, shaved or totally waxed it's up to you, it's your's and you must tell me how I am to be for you." I said.

After a while thinking in silence Carl said,

"I have seen millions of girls on the porn sites. I love how you look and to be honest, you are my mum and I want you to look like my mum, not a clone from a porno site."

It was at that point that I realized Carl and I was going to have the type of relationship that I wanted. We were not going to be like a couple, we were not going to go off into the sunset, getting married having c***dren like other normal couples do. We were going to remain exactly what we were, **************. Our relationship was based on that very fact, I needed to remain his mum and I wanted the thrill of having sex with my son, not a boy who had become my partner. Carl also felt the same. If we became a couple or an item it would spoil the beautiful situation that we had, he didn't want to fuck me as his girlfriend or his wife he wanted to fuck his mum!

I told Carl very specifically, "My idea of a blissful relation is in a marriage of husband and wife, devoted to each other entirely exclusively. I will not share you with other women! You understand my desire for you?"

"Oh Marime, you told me I am man of the house and take charge of all decision?"

"Carl darling, this exclusive relationship is so crucial to our happiness I have to insist I am in charge! I desire to be your wife. If you don't want me as wife then I would consider refusing sexual romping ever from now. Clear?"

"OK Marime, your stance only show how lovable you are. I comply. You're my darling. I desire you to be wife eventually. We can make that work."

In a warm, blissful and contented moment, I slid my hands down to caress his gorgeous cock,

"I am yours to use as you wish baby, your cock has a new home now between my legs," I purred.

For the following days and weeks my stepson and I had sex day and night nonstop except for meals. Even when I was on my period I would gladly and hungrily suck him off every day. We never tire of each other., 24/7 hours *******, hugging, kissing and fucking.

At work for those few weeks I managed to remain professional and kept my performance levels even higher than before, due to my relaxed state. Carl take all the stress that came with running the house and I put all my energies into my work.

Carl had a penchant for elegant and classy woman, which worked out well for me, as he made me wear clothes that fit in with my professional persona.

Asking my son what I was permitted to wear each day became an incredible turn on. It was against my usual persona and the slight submissive role I had drifted into was very sensual and sexual.

At home however things were different, my breasts bared to him the entire times. I seemed to spend my entire home life with bare breasts and I would deliberately move in such a way as to make my breasts sway, bounce, jiggle and swing. My nipples were permanently erect and lactating, driven him horny. His obsession on my lactating breasts is so enthralling, suckling to fill his quench of milk, like I have a taste for his semen. Once he told me that drinking his semen is good for my skin complexion and smooth facial texture. His way of enticing me to suck his cock and drink his semen I suppose. Indeed since drinking his semen, my face look elegant.

Carl had a way to make our sexual intercourse exciting . His talking dirty to me. I loved this relationship, it wasn't abusive as this may sound, I just got so turned on by being mastered by a man and this was my stepson that was doing it!

"Suck my cock mum, I want to watch you with my cock in your mouth," he ordered.

When he had had, I was dragged to my feet, pushed onto all fours and lay my face to the pillows in readiness to be fucked.

"No, come up onto your hands and knees, I want watch your breasts swinging as I fuck you." said Carl.

My son had learned quite a lot in our time together but he was still far from being the perfect fucker I desire of him. He slid effortlessly between my wet labia, forced me open and eased down my cunt. As Carl fucked me quite crudely, I turned to look into the mirror against the wall and saw myself smiled and enjoying the pleasure, with my breasts swinging backwards and forwards, my stepson fucking my cunt as he pleased was all too much for me, sending me to climax.

As Carl neared his climax things changed. My son was getting increasingly turned on and frantic with each thrust of his big cock inside me. With every thrust my orgasm began its unstoppable charge through my body. As Carl began to ejaculate deep inside his mother, the dirty talk changed tack.

"Oh Marime, you dirty bitch, you fucking filthy whore, I just love fucking that whore cunt of yours."

It was not enough to stop my shuddering, shattering explosive climax as my well fucked cunt gripped and grabbed the big cock buried inside me,

As we lay panting after our tremendous mutual orgasm I was cradled in his arms. After a few minutes I said,

"Carl baby?"

"Yes Marime."

"Please don't call me those names again darling." I whimpered.

"Why not." he retorted.

"Well baby, I know I was a bitch but I don't want to be one anymore and I don't want you to call me it. I continued, and I am not a whore so please baby don't call me one anymore."

"But Marime you are such a slut."

I felt a sudden twinge between my legs at the word. I thought about being call a slut and the context of it and my reaction was totally unexpected.

"Slut?"

It sounded so evocative a name, it gave me a warm feeling deep down. I was amazed at how much I loved the thought, the name and the concept.

I was my stepson's slut.

The following day as I sat at my desk at work Slut, the name kept coming into my head frequently.

The effect was startling, I don't know if this is narcissistic but all the time I caressed myself and said the word,

"Slut"

To myself, it gave me a warm, wonderful and sensual feeling. I desperately wanted to slip my hand into my thong and to caress and tease my rapidly moistening cunt but the situation was too dangerous. Instead I consoled myself with the fact I was a mature woman having insane, dangerous, illicit, i*****l, sexual relations with a boy and that I was indeed a slut.

In my all too frequent daydreams, I considered why I had reacted the way I had, to both the word and the concept of me being a slut. Why did it thrill me so much to think of myself like that? I realized that it was the sense of being owned that excited me as it did. In our private intimate moments Carl and I emphasized that I belonged to him in that context. We had a very illicit and taboo relationship, I loved the idea of him possessing me, and so did he. The dirtiness of it was appealing too and gave me the most exquisite and delicious feeling.

I was saying to Carl, "I'm good for everyone else, but I'm a naughty bad girl for you."

I didn't want to try and be respectful and egalitarian in the bedroom. I wanted to be thrown down, spanked, and screamed at. Mother and stepson in an equal position of power are good at settling chores, and at making love. But I thought fucking needed a bit of a power imbalance and sometimes I just wanted to be fucked.

I had made peace with this part of myself, by realizing that who I am in bed, is completely different from who I am outside of bed. As an alpha woman in life, it only makes sense that I'd want to take a break from it and be submissive in the bedroom.

I thought my contentment with being a slut couldn't be any more complete, yet I was mistaken.

A few days after my son and I agreed that I was not his bitch or whore but I was only happy to be his slut. I noticed that I was now being dressed in a very conservative manner.

Discussing this with Carl, he explained that although I was gorgeous and sexy as a slut, he had found that I was slowly becoming just another woman from his porn collection. Now the dress code was changing in order to be more 'mummy'. When my son had sex with me, it had slowly developed in his mind that he wanted to reinforce who I was and so began to tell me to dress like, look like and behave like, his mum.

As the weeks came and went Carl and I seemed to be 'on the same page' regarding our mother-son relationship and both found that to maintain that was the most fundamental thing. Even though he was only a boy, I think he recognized the special nature of our i****t and he no more wanted me as Marime his lover, or partner, or girlfriend, or even wife, than I did.

He wanted to make love to his mum. But I want to make love to my husband. That's where we differ.

One day this love and devotion we shared as ************** was very evident. It was a very typical domestic scene, I was in the kitchen baking and was dressed accordingly. I wore older typical mum type clothes and even had on an apron for my task. As my son stood by my side talking to me, just as he had throughout his young life, asking me question about things,

"Why are you doing it like that mum?"

"Why does that look like that?"

"Can I have the mixing bowl when you have finished mummy?" (The use of 'mummy' nearly making me cum under my panty-less skirt!)

He was never more my son than he was at that moment.

Yet when Carl slid his hand under my skirt and very tenderly and lovingly caressed my protruding bum cheeks as I worked, it was as beautiful a moment as I had ever had with him.

Carl helped me with my baking and before long we were both messy with flour, butter, jam and fruit. When we held each other and kissed, like no ************** should ever kiss, Carl undid my apron and eased it down. Unbuttoning my blouse he soon bared my breasts for himself. Touching each other faces and bodies as we tenderly kissed, we slowly became a sticky mess with the food from our hands. I touched Carl's face and left him with 'floury' and 'jammy' cheeks. We laughed lovingly together totally at ease now with what we were to each other.

I looked down as my son caressed my lactating breasts and suckled milk, they looked incredibly sexy covered in flour, jam and butter from his tender hands.

"How could they look sexy like that?" I thought,

I don't know but they did!

Carl bent slightly and picked me up, he only needed to take a few paces before he had my back against the worktop. He sat me down on the dirty granite surface, it was the perfect height for what I so happily knew was coming.

I opened my legs and my already sodden cunt lips slightly parted offer the most wonderful invitation to him.

There was no foreplay, even though I was always in ecstasy to have his gorgeous cock in my mouth and to have his mouth over my cunt and I longed for those things constantly, sometimes we were just simply too ready for each other. We needed to be joined in the most intimate way there was and as quickly as possible.

My son stood between my legs as I sat on the worktop and he touched my expectant slits. It was heaven as he gently ran his finger between my labia and opened me. Placing his big, ever ready cock between my slits, he told me he loved me and slowly eased himself into me, his mummy's wet cunt.

We kissed each other lovingly and caressed each other dirty faces, sticky chests and breasts. My stepson proceeded to make love to me slower than I had ever experienced before. Whether Carl got the idea from magazines or the internet, or just pure instinct I don't know, but he moved inside me so incredibly slowly that at times I could barely feel him move. It took an age for his long hard cock to penetrate my entrance, slide into the very depths of me and to reach my cervix, it also took an age to withdraw and start again.

This slow method was starting to drive me crazy, it was a teasing, tormenting almost taunting sensation and as my cunt contracted around his huge cock, trying desperately to increase the contact and the friction between them, I was starting to lose my composure.

This gorgeous cock was toying with me.

"Carl darling your cock move so slowly. Teasing my cunt."

The line was the crazy thought that I had, the most frustrating yet incredible love making I had ever experienced.

The torment continued until my cunt could take no more. The grasping, clinging, contracting and pulsating walls of my cunt, were desperate to cum in order to end the exquisite torture. As I felt the telltale tingle and movement deep inside me,

"Oh baby I am going to climax," I whispered to my lover, who promptly stopped moving inside me. I don't know how my son had come by his technique but stopping his thrusting had the most profound effect. My climax was on its way and stopping the movement did not stop the orgasm, nor did it spoil it. On the contrary, because my cunt didn't have the pounding of a cock inside me to force the climax out quickly, the feelings and the thrill of orgasm came in their own time.

The fact that my body had to wait, the orgasm not being forced out seemed to make the whole thing last forever. Rather than a few intense seconds of orgasm, I was on the very edge for what seemed like minutes. Being on the very edge as my orgasm made its own way, slowly coming to the surface was torture in itself and when the most wonderfully prolonged climax burst out of me it felt as though I had been orgasming for so, so long.

I clung to my son as be quickened his pace.

I was exhausted and I wanted the final flourish of my stepson inside me as much as he did.

"Baby please ejaculate inside your mummy, please shoot your wonderful semen up into mummy's cunt," I knew this talk made it extra special for my boy as he took me, so I whispered the words to him in order to make it as pleasurable as I could for him.

"Oh Marime," Carl gasped as I felt his big invading length twitching and jerking deep inside my clinging cunt. I could feel his semen rippling up his beautiful cock through the walls of my cunt and I could feel his semen as it burst forth and hit my cervix, splattered my crinkled pink walls and filled the most taboo cunt in the world with his semen.

It was the most beautiful moment and feeling that I had experienced since we started fucking, the sheer intensity of my love for him as a son and a lover overwhelmed me. As I started to shed tears of happiness the drops ran down my face leaving tracks in the flour on my face. Carl in his growing maturity didn't ask me what was wrong, he didn't ask me not to cry, he understood what was happening. My son tenderly kissed away the tears on my dirty face on one side then the other.

"Marime you are the most beautiful and sexy woman I have ever seen, and I am in love with you," he whispered shyly.

"And I am in love with you too baby."

We laughed and cried and the tears ran into the flour and butter and jam on our faces and into the whole sticky, beautiful, sexy mess that we were.

This wonderful moment between us was repeated a few days later.

It was the worst time of my life. Carl was planning to leave for university. The picture of my son in the garden with his friends working made the memories of his youth come flooding into my conscious. As I gazed at the boy with who I was sleeping, I felt an almost uncontrollable shiver run through my cunt.

He was my young stepson and we were lovers, it was so stupidly insane, yet thrilling.

When Carl's friends had left and he came in the house, he was dirty and oily from messing with chains and gears etc. He looked so incredibly young, so wonderfully sexy and I desperately wanted this boy, my stepson to make love to me there and then.

I moved to him before he could wash his hands, I wanted, no I needed, his oily hands on my mature body. Without any build up I simply put my arms around him and began to kiss him passionately.

"Baby I need you so badly, take me Carl, use me darling," I whispered.

I had on a white blouse, it was old and I was so glad it was worth nothing, as Carl's hands found my rapidly swelling and excited nipples beneath. He started to say how he would ruin my blouse when I stopped him.

"Rip it from me baby, it's nothing."

Carl needed no further encouragement and tore the flimsy blouse from my braless breasts. With dirty and oily hands smearing the grime on me and despoiling my breasts, Carl mauled me. He pinched and pulled my lactating nipples which rose and elongated to their fullest like they were reaching out to him. Carl handled me rougher than he had ever done before, it wasn't abusive it was beautiful, rough and harsh kneading and squeezing of my breasts. Grabbing, pulling and suckling my nipples he was driving me crazy.

"Rip my panties off baby please," I heard myself pleading.

My son simply ripped every shred of clothing from my body in a frantic, frenetic and increasingly aroused passion.

There was no need foreplay, turned me around, bent me over the kitchen table, spread my ass cheeks and opened my dripping labia, cock fucked me quickly, roughly and deeply. As the walls of my pulsating cunt gripped and grabbed the huge invading length of his cock as big as it ever had.

All the time I was fucked bent over that table, the one and only thought that kept coming to me, was the one which made this whole situation an earth shatteringly meaningful, momentous and profound moment between my Carl and I.

"My son, my son, my son, is fucking me."

The ********** just in from the garden from mending his bicycle with his little friends, was the man now driving me crazy with lust, with pleasure and bulldozing me headlong into what I knew already was going to be the mother of all orgasms. Not just physically but as the wildest 'mind-fuck' I could ever imagine.

Although I made sure there could be no accidents and I wouldn't get pregnant, it did not stop me from fantasizing at that moment. Carl my son was impregnating me, he was breeding me, making me pregnant. He groaned, cried out aloud with passion and pleasure as his semen rushed along the wonderful length deep inside me and exploded in terrifically powerful blasts.

As Carl was buried to the hilt in his own mother's cunt I climax. The feeling of his powerful loads of semen invading my (fantasy) unprotected, vulnerable, fertile womb was a terrific thrill.

My cunt suddenly seemed alive as though it had a life of its own. As the indescribable pleasure ripped my world apart, my cunt walls contracted of their own accord. As Carl was so big and filled me so wonderfully those contractions simply squeezed his cock, creating even more contact and even more pleasure for us both.

As we gasped and panted and professed our love for each other, Carl continued to slide his softening cock into me. He was big enough to still fill me at this point and as he continued to pleasure my still convulsing cunt, I did then what I had never done before or since.

I had a second orgasm.

I climax again, screaming his name and begging him tearfully to fuck me.

We lived in blissful ecstasy for the remainder of the time before Carl left for university. He had tried his utmost to get on an electrical engineering course at a university that he could attend from home. However it wasn't possible, which meant that Carl at the tender age of eighteen had to leave me.

Does anyone truly know the meaning of the phrase broken hearted?

I was broken hearted, my world was collapsing but I knew it was my son's future and that it had to be done.

When the love of my life left me, in the most emotional and tearful scene that would have broken your heart just as a bystander, I was destroyed. My whole life and my entire being had become so entwined in my stepson, my lover, my everything, I was devastated.

I truly cannot imagine any couple in life being so hopelessly in love, so completely committed, so insanely besotted with a partner, to ever get near to understanding the all consuming love I had for my stepson, my lover my world.

When my stepson left me I immersed myself in my work but this time in a more relaxed, even minded and therefore more efficient way. I became even more successful.

I missed my son tremendously and cried myself to sleep some nights, torturing myself that he was in bed with a young first year student and giving her what was rightfully mine.

This was the last fuck before he return from university. With him away, I would be sex starved all over again. I dreaded to be alone.

When Carl came home for the first half term, I was like a virgin on her first date. The nerves and excitement threatening to overwhelm me. Although we spent long hours talking (and long hours doing the lazy sod's overdue washing) I was completely and utterly overwrought with the all consuming love, happiness and joy that nothing had changed between us.

I had taken two weeks annual leave to coincide with my lover's homecoming and we spent the whole two weeks making love. The thrill of which was still the fact that I was having i*****l, illicit, immoral and mind-blowing sex with my stepson and for him the mutual licking, sucking and fucking of his own mum was the greatest thrill in the world.

In the evening, Carl loved to sit back on the sofa, legs apart and watch his mum suck his cock. I would love to kneel between his legs and worship, caress and service his cock. I always made sure that as I sucked his wonderful cock, that his gorgeous length was between us. He would be laid back watching, I would be on my knees servicing him and as our eyes met it was always with his wonderful length between us. I knelt before my stepson kissed and made love to his cock as we maintained eye contact.

When Carl leaves me I die a little. I know my son has to make the most of the chances he can get in life and being a normal boy in a normal life will give him the best opportunity to fulfill his potential.

But if you want a selfish yet honest statement from a desperate and hopelessly in love woman.

Then the sooner the love of my life comes back to me and takes up his rightful position in my life, my home, my bed and my cunt, then the happier his slut will be.

Since I was all alone in the house, was anticipating Carl's return to me as my mind drifted to recollect further our past rendezvous of how Carl in turn seduced me his step mother to further our relationship..

One day years ago I noticed he was leering at me, undressed me with his eyes, giggling in delight as I walked around the house. I usually dressed casually, loose blouse and shorts. He was in early puberty so the opposite sex interest him and sex magazines stimulated him to masturbate to relieve himself I guessed as much. I knew I had a shapely body, sexy curves in right position and a protruding bums wriggled in my gait. I noticed he had been eyeing me subtly. thought that I was not aware. I remained silent until one day he stood close to me in the kitchen.

My blouse buttons came undone, revealed cleavage. He stared wide eyes into my partially exposed breasts hanging out, lactating nipples damped the blouse. When I turned completely around, and was facing him, he leered at my crotch. Just then I dropped a spatula and squat down to pick it up. When I was on my knees, found myself staring into the crotch of his pants and wondering how I got there. I was no longer in control of myself and was convinced that it was all just a dream.

Reaching into his pants, Carl pulled out his cock, and held it in front of him. I was started by his length at such young age.

He directed me "Take your right hand and begin stroking it, until you have relieved the problem which you created," he coaxed. He had a camera and began to take shots to blackmail me.

I reached out and grasping his cock with my hand, began to stroke the cock. I knew then Carl had all plan to seduce me, his stepmother. He knew the time I would be in kitchen all alone, that he had everything he would need now, to ensure that I belonged to him at his whims and fancies, would do exactly as he ordered. He had grown to be a sex pervert targeting me, his stepmother, an easy prey. He knew I won't tell anyone.

Carl felt his orgasm building in his balls and knew that he would eject very soon. Before he did, Carl instructed me, "I'm going to have relief soon, so I want you to point it at your breasts when I do. Make sure every drop lands on them. Is that clear?" he sternly asked.

I began to speed up the strokes, and lowered the tip of his cock until it was pointing directly at my breasts. With a gurgled yell, Carl's orgasm exploded out of him, and spurt after spurt of semen shot out and splashed all over my breasts, with some running down the cleavage.

When at last had milked the last drop of semen from him, I stared intently at the white mass of fluid covering breasts. It felt so real, but I knew it couldn't be, and that it must all be just a dream. I was scared that Carl treated me as his sex object.

Seeing I was lost in thought, staring at my breasts and his sticky load, Carl quickly put his cock back in his pants, he ordered me, "I want you rub the semen into your skin now. It's good for the skin," he said with a smile on his face.

The next morning, after having a restless sleep, Carl had everything he would need, to own me to do his bidding. I was at his mercy.

"Hi Mom., how was your night last night?" he asked in a jovial tone.

I began, "Look, Carl, I think we need to talk. I don't know how it happened last night, I must not have been feeling well or something, but what DID happen was wrong. It should never have happened. It's my fault, but I think it would be best if we tried to put it behind us and pretend it never happened," I reasoned.

"Well, I'm sorry you think that mom, but to be quite honest, I don't give a damn what you think. I simply want to own you!" he said with emphasis.

"What? I beg your pardon?" I asked.

"Well, you see, Marime," stressing my first name, "it's like this. I own you, and photos I have, here in my hand, guarantees that," holding up the photos.

"What do you mean?"

"These photos I think will tell quite a different story. Does this look familiar? How about this one? What about this one where you're showing me your breasts and cunt? Or this one, where you are kneeling at my feet, stroking my cock? I think these pictures will certainly corroborate what I am saying?" Throwing one picture down at a time he began asking.

"Oh... How did you...when...why are you doing this?" I asked with a plaintive whine as panic began to set in. "Is it money you want?"

"Again, I've already told you what I want. You. I own you. You belong to me. You will do exactly what I tell you to do, without argument, or there will be severe consequences. Is any of this sinking in?" he asked.

"But why....?" I began again, was terrified at what I was hearing, but also becoming very aroused on a purely physical level.

"Enough with the stupid questions already," Carl interjected. "I think it's pretty clear, from how easily you were controlled last night, that this is something you need or perhaps even crave. I'm just happy to satisfy that craving for you. Now, I've already covered this. Either you do EXACTLY what I say, or I start sending these pictures to everyone in this town. The choice is yours. What's it going to be mom? Very well. But understand this. If at any time you decide to cancel our agreement, then this all becomes public knowledge. I will not tolerate any disobedience from you. If you disobey me or argue with me over any order given, then you will be punished. Is that clear?" Carl demanded.

Hanging her head in defeat, I uttered a very quiet "Yes." Despite the obvious wrongness of it all, she couldn't stop her body from responding to the situation and becoming more and more aroused with each passing minute.

" I'll do as you say," I pleaded.

"Then take off those clothes now," Carl ordered. I simply began undressing in front of him.

When I had removed my pants and sweater, Carl took them from me and ordered, "The bra and panties too."

I did as told.

Once I stood completely naked in front of Carl, he began to explain to me what he wanted me to do next. Once you are in your room, you will head to the bathroom and will shave off all of the hair on your cunt. Are you getting this so far, mom?" Carl asked.

Nodding my head, "Yes."

"Good. Once your cunt is shaved clean, you will then dress in the shortest and tightest skirt you own and the tightest most see-through blouse you own. Got it?"

"Yes"

"Then get moving," Carl ordered.

I scurried out of the kitchen and began to walk upstairs, sprinted the remainder of the way to my own bedroom, shutting the door quickly.

I stood with back to the door for several seconds, as I tried to catch my breath and make sense of what was happening to me. Outwardly I knew what was happening was wrong, I couldn't understand why I was complying, when I should be resisting. It felt like something inside of me was twisting my guts inside out. Locking the door, I walked to bathroom, grabbed razor and cream, and, sitting upon the toilet, prepared to shave pubic hair. I noticed cunt beginning to dampen, mere touch was enough to send electrical shocks shooting through cunt. This only added to the confusing emotions running amok within me. I applied the cream and began shaving nether region delicately.

As I made final pass along the side of one of cunt slits, noted that cunt was now soaking wet. The urge to masturbate was overpowering, but something deep inside told me to resist the urge, and with resolve, closed legs and rose to get dressed.

As I stood in front of closet, contemplated the orders Carl had given, wasn't sure if supposed to put on panties and a bra, or just the blouse and skirt. Things were still a bit foggy, as I mulled this over, had another shock, I began to ask myself, 'what would please Carl?'

I reached for skirt and blouse and put them on, without any underwear, felt so naughty standing there looking at in the mirror, knowing cunt was bare underneath the skirt and seeing the faint outline of her puffy lactating nipples poking through the blouse, slipping on a pair of matching heels, hurried out of the bedroom, not wanting to take too long and risk upsetting Carl any more.

Once downstairs again, I peered nervously around the corner and saw that Carl seated at the kitchen table, eating bowl of cereal. Taking a deep breath, I walked into the kitchen, quickly headed to the stove; ostensibly to offer to make breakfast. In reality I really just wanted to hide the fact that my lactating nipples were prominently poking through blouse. When Carl indicated that he did not want anything made for breakfast, I busied making some eggs and toast for myself.

Carl gave order, "All right, mom, turn around and walk over here," pointing to the floor in the middle of the kitchen, head bent low, unable to make eye contact.

"Now remove all of your clothing, mom," Carl ordered. I began to undo the buttons of blouse. When the last one was undone, hesitated for a moment, but with a sigh of resignation, shrugged the blouse off shoulders, and let if fall to the floor. My naked breasts, with lactating nipples stood prominently on display for Carl to see. Reaching behind , I unzipped skirt, and again, with the slightest of hesitations, began to shimmy the skirt down hips. When the newly shaven cunt came into view. Once the skirt was past thighs, let gravity do the rest and let it fall to feet. Stepping to the side with one foot, I used the other to lightly kick the skirt away from.

Here I stood, completely naked, before my 18 year old Carl, save for a pair of fuck-me heels. With great effort, fought the urge to cover newly shaved cunt, but instead kept hands firmly at side. Sensing Carl's eyes upon me, could not bear to look up and meet them, could only bite lip and hover in that emotional space somewhere between excitement and crying, as I nervously awaited his next move.

His chair sc**** across the floor, as he pushed it back and rose to his feet. The weird twisting feeling in my stomach began to increase as waited nervously for his next move. I couldn't bear to raise head and look at Carl, so I resigned to looking at his feet and following their movement.

Had I taken a moment to look up, I would have seen the enormous, grin plastered across Carl's face. He looked like a k** in a candy store who had just been told he could have anything he wanted, and as much of it as he wanted. His eyes took in every inch of my body, as he slowly circled about me, nodding his head appreciatively at what he saw. He hadn't thought it possible, but for an 'older' woman I had an amazing body, breasts were firm and supple, with no evidence of sagging at all, lactating nipples which Carl love to suckle milk, stood out prominently from my chest, begging for attention, a tight stomach and slim waist which flared beautifully at the hips, accentuating her gorgeously shaped protruding bums, legs were slender, and were a perfect end to a perfect hour glass body. Carl ogled at me salivating.

"Very well, now, you can see that you have given me another erection, and I think it only fair that you help me to relieve it," Carl began to explain as he walked behind me. Taking aim at my cunt, Carl shoved his cock into my wetness, and, in one hard stroke, fucked cock to its hilt. My back arched, this time pushed back against him ensuring that his cock fucked as deep as he could go. A soft moan escaped my lips, as Carl settled into a nice rhythm, thrusting cock into cunt. With each jab, I pushed back against him, slapping his skin against already reddened bum. Soon the tempo of my thrusts quickened, and Carl could tell I was nearing climax.

"Do not climax without permission whore," Carl cautioned.

No sooner had the words left his mouth, I began to beg, "Please, Sir, let this whore climax for you. I need to climax so bad. I've been a good girl. I've taken all of your punishments. Please let me climax?" I pleaded.

"Very well. Since you asked so nicely, you may climax for me," Carl replied.

With that, I quickened pace and within a few seconds, exploded in an ear-shattering climax. My body convulsed and shuddered and writhed beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure rippled throughout my body. All of the pent up frustrations and emotions, I had kept bottled up over the years, suddenly came pouring out of me in one almighty orgasm, causing me to nearly pass out from the pleasure and relief. I realized then, on a very deep level, that, despite the obvious wrongness of the situation, it was something I needed, and had perhaps craved for years. I wasn't yet ready to put those thoughts into words, but just acknowledging them to myself was like a tremendous weight being lifted, from my shoulders.

Oblivious to all of my inner turmoil, it took all of Carl's self-control not to climax as well, while I thrashed beneath him in orgasm. Each ripple of pleasure for me translated into an amazing pressure on his cock, as cunt gripped him with a fierceness he had never felt before. It was like someone was trying to milk the semen right out of his cock!

Later that day, after I had cleaned up and gotten dressed again, Carl informed me that we were going out to lunch, to celebrate our new relationship.

"Don't worry Marime I thought a little trip to Blackfoot might be in order today." Blackfoot was a city roughly 30 minutes from where we lived, and was both large enough and far enough away that it was unlikely anyone we knew would see us together. Carl could see me visibly relax at hearing that.

After placing their orders for food, Carl leaned over the table and whispered, "You know, Marime, you really are a beautiful woman."

Blushing at the compliment, I dropped my gaze and whispered back, "Thank you Sir."

Carl took the opportunity, as they waited for their meals to arrive, he was enjoying the sight of me, sitting there in tight blouse and tight short black skirt.

Once our meals had been delivered, Carl leaned over the table and said, "You know what, Marime? I think I'd like it if you undid a button on your blouse. I'd like to see a little more of your breasts."

Mumbling a quiet "Yes Sir," I reached up and undid the top of blouse. Since there were only a few buttons on blouse, this opened up the top of cleavage to anyone who cared to look. When Carl didn't say anything further as we ate our meals, I began to visibly relax, as I thought that, perhaps, that was all he wanted from me.

My skirt was short enough, that when sat down, it rode up pretty high on thighs, and was now just barely covering her bare cunt.

Carl said, "Marime, I'm horny looking at you so sexy, why don't you open your legs a little bit, and let me have a feel? "

This time there was no hesitation, I was, by now, too far gone to be concerned about anyone noticing. Taking his left hand out of my blouse, he left right nipple exposed, and reached under my skirt to find my newly shaved cunt. With an almost audible sigh, I enjoyed the sensation of Carl's finger in my cunt, while sitting in a public restaurant. Seeing my implicit consent for his actions, continued to work his fingers into my cunt, marveling at my wetness and willingness to do whatever Carl wanted.

The more I squirmed, the more the breasts completely clear of my blouse.

As Carl sensed my orgasm building, grabbed hold of my clitoris between his thumb and index finger, and squeezed hard.

My eyes suddenly opened wide and body shot forward, body began to shake and convulse with the force of my orgasm.

That's was not all the events with Carl in past years. One day he showed my some photos he told of us together and got a shock what we were doing....romancing....he was ******* me....

"Why are you doing this to me? What do you want?" I nervously pleaded.

"You saw in the photos we were enjoying ourselves thoroughly. I think you know WHY I'm doing this Marime. I want to advance our relationship now that I have grown mature, befitting you. And WHAT I want is quite simple, YOU. I haven't fuck enough women. I want more fucking...with you," he stated matter-of-factly.

"I screamed, "No Carl, what we did was very wrong. I'm your mother!"

"Yes a stepmother, not real mother, not blood relation. It is within the law, we can surely have a man woman relation."

"Oh Carl, I was starting to think you'd lost your manners," I explained.

"No Marime I'm sensible that I want you. I could see how frustrated you are, playing with dildo. I'm sex depraved too. We're so matching. I'm man enough to give you sexual pleasure. Stop denying yourself. Do you no good. Accept my proposal. Submit to me the sooner the better for you," he leered at me."

"Still a NO!"

"Marime you can start with a blow job like you used to do."

Carl kept reminding me that guilt sprang up in my mind but I did enjoyed fucking with him years ago when I was naive he was a boy to replace the dildo. Finally he came back at me demanding his rights to coupling with me by blackmailing me."

"Take off your clothes Marime. I saw everything there was to see years ago, so there's no reason to be shy today. I guess you have developed to a beauty, with shapely body. I love to see you naked. Throw away the dildo. Let me fuck YOU in reality. The decision is yours."

I stood in front of him naked, keep hands at my side, rather than trying to cover myself up.

"Marime you're a beauty better than I last saw you. Fucking amazing. Each time I saw you naked, you seemed to get hotter and hotter looking. I view you desirable. I want a new beginning for us."

I began stroking the cock, then placed a kiss on the tip of cock, lick around the head and cock getting the top half of cock covered in saliva. Once it was suitably wetted, I placed the tip of the cock in mouth and began working a bit of it in, all the while stroking the cock with the other hand.

Carl snapped more photos of my actions.

"Keep for remembrance sake?" I quipped.

"Yes Marime for good time sake lest you forget how we grew up with each other need fully."

Carl was certainly building up quite the collection of photos. His control over me was now guaranteed as he definitely had enough material to guarantee my cooperation for as long as he desired of me. The thought horrified me.

The next day, he hounded me again.

"Strip naked. I want to see your natural assets, and valley of love."

I reached for breasts, and cupping them underneath, lifted them up for him.

He seized me by my waist, raised my leg over the table and shafted his cock into my cunt. Then still conjoined, lifted me bodily and carried me to bedroom, put me on bed. He pounded on me, cock behind my bums, grab his cock and ram its full length into my cunt, as he bury cock inside cunt he grinned lustily,

"Oh...so sensual.." while two hands cupped and squeezed my breasts, milk oozed out of lactating nipples. He leaned forward to suckle the nipples and drank the milk, yelling, "Delicious milk!"

Due to the shock, it took me fully a second to react to what had just happened, but man I did react with pain, let out a horrific howl of pain. "Ahhhhhhhhhh fuck.............please stop you're hurting me."

Carl turned me over onto my back and lay between my spread legs, aimed cock at my cunt and galloped inside; hugging and kissing me as he continued to fuck me.

After fucking me and exhausted, Carl ordered pizza, as we sat there naked eating our pizza at the table. I silently contemplated what life was going to have in store for us in the months to come. Our relationship was taking a turn I had not anticipated, but was certainly happy to embrace. All in all, life was great. For once I actually can't wait to get up and see what it has in store for me. I knew I would continue to enjoy humiliating and abusing by Carl, but I also knew that there would likely be something else developing there which I would continue to try and understand and perhaps even nurture to a healthy relationship. We became man woman in a matter of days. I wasn't annoyed Carl forced himself on me, fucked me so pleasurable. I shouldn't had resist but should had submit openly to him. I began to think Carl was to be my Man of the future. I haven' have much love from a man so he was just right into my life. He fucked me well. I was so dreamy.

Judging from his desire for me, whether as a son, or lover I must find out soonest to plan out our future. Carl always looked at me and hugged me close whenever we met. He would kissed me, locked lips, tongues swirling as he fondled my body. He would finger fuck me to arouse me. He was romantic and know where I want to be caressed. Undressed me, he would proceed to fuck me on the kitchen table, if I was wet in cunt. Sometime he carried me to bed. Then we frolicked, fucked whole day into the night. I could feel his feeling for me was sincere and real. But he was mindful he was too young for me, that I might accept him. I need to test his feeling for me.

I need to see how jealous he would be seeing me with a man. So I went searching on dating websites. I went on numerous dates, some enjoyable, others not compatible, in all I found no suitable men. On one occasion my date sent me home thought Carl would not be at home but not to be. He was back early from school. He opened the door as I kissed my date goodbye. Carl saw us hugged and kissed locked lips. He didn't say anything but from his sulky facial expression I knew he was not happy.

"Carl darling what the matter. Got rejected by girl again, unrequited love?"

He didn't replied and I pressed on. Then he said, "Marime you upset me. I don't like you go dating with men! How can a woman I love do such thing to hurt me? Make me extremely jealous!"

"Oh darling I'm single and lonely. I want attention and love from a man. I tried to find one but was disappointed."

"My Marime, you have me. You do not need another man. I'm with you."

"But not permanently. Eventually you'll find a girl and get marry. Then I'll be alone again. Can't you understand mom's predicament?"

In retrospect, I dreaded telling Carl to find a girl/woman . Suddenly found that the years of aloneness, the deprivation, the desire I had for love, suddenly overwhelmed me. I burst into tears, sobbing as if my heart would break.

Carl came to me and took me in his arms. "What is it, my lovely Marime. Did I say something...did I upset you...tell me..."

I howled even louder. In all the years I had never given way, now it all poured out in one great flood, crashing through the emotional barriers I had erected to defend myself.

"Hold me, just hold me, you idiot son, I love you rotten beautiful bastard. So just hold me tight and don't ever let go, or I'll kill you." I jerked out through my sobs.

The emotional storm raged on with Carl holding me and I clinging to him and beating my fists against his chest, my tears soaking his shirt front, my nose streaming, and all the unattractive things that go with copious weeping.

Finally I subsided. I pulled away from Carl to let him see my ugly tear stained face.

"And now tell me you want me. Just look at my ugly face and tell me that."

"I want to be a proper man to you Marime, and in addition, I love your ugly face."

Another storm of weeping.

"All right and have my ugly face."

"Agreed. When?"

"What a lousy way to propose."

"What a lousy way to accept."

We collapsed with laughter, mine being a bit hysterical.

We finally came to ourselves and began to tackle the question, "when?"

"It was to be as soon as possible. We had waited for many years, and that of course is what all those years had been about," I said glaring at him.

Carl confessed he had been coupling with girls/women in his life, but they had come to nothing emotional or love. As he said, he was unfair to them, because he was always looking for me in them. And my years of abstinence were equivalent. I wanted Carl, and not a substitute.

That night we decided that having waited so long without having sexual intercourse with each other, we would now not wait any longer.

"Let's do it properly next time," Carl said.

"Do what properly?" I asked.

"Get you pregnant."

"If we can get more c***dren. Let's do it often," I told him.

"It will be my pleasure," Carl rejoiced.

"Don't be greedy," I said, "I want some of the pleasure to come along in making babies, you know."

We fell into laughter, we hugged kissing passionately just like I want Carl to be my man.

Then I heard the most endearing words from Carl, "Marime I want you. No girl is as attractive, lovable as you, have your personality, intrinsic values and affable. You smitten me. I found we're very compatible. I want you to be my wife, I be your husband. We can make our relationship work permanently."

"Oh my Carl, yes that's my desire too to have you as husband not son."

Carl said something so endearing, "I want to call you Marime not mom from now onwards. Can I Marime? Your name sound so like Marry Me!"

"Oh son, I heard you called me, your mom Marime several times, thinking it was a slip of tongue, when in fact you want to marry me. My name seems to ask men to marry me, but none had taken the opportunity to tell me. Carl you're the first man and I jolly well want to marry you! How dump I was all this time!"

"Yes Marime, Also my fault not to say directly to the woman I have been secretly love."

"Better late than never. Sooner would make our lives more enjoyable."

"Oh Marime I didn't reveal my true feeling for you because I was wary of unrequited love."

"My darling I would never reject you like the other girls/women you encountered before, hurting you give me pain. You're so lovable. How could I not want you to love me. I love you unreservedly."

"From now you be open and frank with me. We must confide in each other. You don't want me to date men. So I stop and devote myself to you. We belong to each other. I'll make you happy and satisfied like no other girls/women did. So do likewise and devote yourself to me."

"Marime, now that we are not coy, know what we want of each other , I'm so happy. I'm the luckiest grown up boy to have you Marime. Make me your man darling."

"Carl you're already my man, all grown up as we have carnal relationship, fucked many times without knowing much we love each other. It was pure lust. Now you have grown up to take on a manly role of loving me, your new wife. Words cannot express fully my feeling for you, my husband."

"Marime my wife, I am tongue tight, cannot expressed verbally or clearly my thoughts to you."

"Carl your messages were clear and substantiated with actions. Actions speak clearer than verbatim."

"Marime from now I have to act and show you how deeply I love and desire you to be my wife."

"Yes that's the way to build our budding relationship which had started very well, quite beyond my expectation."

"Darling Marime I want to learn to love you ardently."

"I thought you were too young for me, to realize the meaning of coupling with me beyond physical coitus. How wrong I was. You grow up and now a man. You had fucked me better than any man."

I somehow at fault? Why had I not known? What had I missed in our relationship, so loving and supportive of each other, not to have seen the sexual aspect developing? Or had I seen it and refused to acknowledge it? My thoughts went back to when Carl first showed signs of entering puberty. As his sexual needs had developed, had there been signs of his desire for me, his stepmother? In the following years the mother-son relationship became ever more intense, recalled the times when Carly, putting his arms round me, had said things like, "If I was married to a beautiful woman like you, I'd never leave you." I felt flattered, had received these compliments in a coquettish, almost teasing manner, responding with, "I know you wouldn't darling," and similar rejoinders.
Carl was a very affection young man, and he frequently hugged me, recalled how often his hands had wandered near my breasts and gently caressed them. I being a very tactile person, and enjoyed the body contact with a healthy, handsome young man, even though he was my stepson. Throughout these relationships, Carl had not ceased in his affectionate attachment to me, he had become more persistent in his physical interaction with me, took opportunities to touch me. In addition, I knew he masturbated frequently, and this should have alerted me to the fact that for all his sexual relationships with women, he was not fulfilled and focused attention on me. I had sexual needs, masturbated frequently, careful to keep this activity out of sight and sound of him, sure that he knew nothing of my self-stimulation and release. I felt the need to relieve of sexual tension and removing clothes, began to masturbate. As usual, I tried to tell myself it was not Carl in my sexual reverie, but in truth, it was. I had plenty of time so was in no hurry to bring to a climax, fondled my breasts, slowly moved fingers over clitoris. I hung suspended in a beautiful daydream of tender sexual arousal, sexual fluid began to soak cunt, but I withheld myself an orgasm, just teetering on the edge, drawing back each time I felt it beginning, withholding myself from orgasm was a mistake. Carl entered the house quietly, I was so lost in sexual preoccupation failed to hear what sounds he did make.

Carl came upon me lying on the bed, my legs parted, hips rotating slightly moved fingers over sexual organ, and giving out low passionate moans. He stopped at the door, but this was in my line of vision. I saw him and froze. My mind was in turmoil of embarrassment and shame, simply lay there, one hand on breast, the other on my cunt, unmoving.

Carl stood staring for a few moments, then came across the room to me crying out, "Marime my desired woman!" I tried to speak, but no sound would come, saw his enormous erection as he removed his shorts and come down upon me. My legs parted and cunt soaked with own self-stimulation juices.

I knew what he wanted of me; to fuck me. Such was my state of mind that at first I did not grasp what was happening. It was only as I felt the head of his cock push up against my opening that full realization struck, managed to pull back briefly, but as I tried to close my legs, it was too late. Carl had his body between them, forcing them further apart.

Now began the physical struggle that I was bound to lose. I torn at him with nails, but somehow could not bring myself to inflict such damage on my stepson. I pummeled him with fists but this seemed to have no effect. He was too strong for me to resist his assault, his cock reach opening of my cunt, I changed from physical resistance to begging and pleading. I used no contraceptives, and certainly, Carl was not using condom. He lunged at cunt bareback. Although in my late thirties, capable of getting pregnant, horrified impregnate by my own stepson!

My imploring him to stop had no effect. His need was too desperate now for him to even hear me, his huge erect cock slid into my warm moist cunt with a few thrustings and thrust in deep. I felt his horniness, and realizing there was nothing further I could do or say to stop the inevitable, so submitted to him without resisting. He was rough and fucked me.

I screamed, "Ohhhh...pain...umhhhmmm" In a few moments of thrusting his cock into my cunt, he ejected into my cunt, was filling me with his semen, so much seeped out of cunt onto bed. It was a moment of pleasure as well as agonized to be ****d by stepson, as he fondled, kissed my body from top to bottom, licked my cunt oozed juices into his mouth, excitedly yelled, "Wonderful juices. My Marime. I want more of you."

When it was over Carl fled the room. I rose slowly from the bed and on trying to stand felt legs shaking so that I dropped to knees. I knew he could possibly impregnated me, and because of the time I had spent deliberating over the why's and wherefore's of what had happened, I should make some attempt to wash out his sperm in the vain hope of avoiding pregnancy, something inside me did not want to get rid of his sperm, as if I wanted to hold it in, to love it. Never the less, made the effort and got to feet and staggered to the bathroom to carry out the ablutions, finished went in search of Carl. He was nowhere to be found, fled the room, left the house.

I decided that he would stay out until he thought I was safely in bed asleep, and then creep in, thus delaying the recriminations, or worse, until the morning. Drained, I went to bed, lying there confused and wretched, alert for Carl's return. Sleep came only fitfully and had full of bizarre dreams in which I was ****d over and over again, and yet was strangely compliant and enjoyed it.

As sometimes happens, in the course of intermittent sleep, had somehow come to a more settled frame of mind about what had happened to me. True, Carl ****d me because I didn't consent, but when came right down to it, he had not really hurt me, just very gently fucked and ejected sperm into me.

I had been thoroughly aroused by my masturbation so was wet and ready for penetration, Carl had slid into me easily. Further, had to admit that in the end it was not that I did not want him to fuck me, but the fear of pregnancy that troubled me.

Now, putting that fear of future motherhood aside, began a mother's anxiety about Carl and his absence. Was he so ashamed or disgusted with himself that he could not face me, or had he found me sexually repellant and no longer wanted to be in my physical presence?

Gradually, throughout the day, my anxiety over Carl absence grew. Along with this anxiety, I increasingly found the courage to face the truth about my own feelings. Yes, it was more than mother love I felt for him. Yes, I did love him as a woman loves a man. Yes, it was Carl who filled my fantasies as I masturbated. Yes, if given the right approach I would have probably given myself voluntarily to him. Let him fuck me.

As I faced these thoughts and feelings, so distress at Carl absence grew, the thought that he might have fled for good was agony, he had to return so we could talk and discover where our relationship stood and how it might develop. The thought that he might never return brought down a veil of dark despair over me, would be alone and without what I now admitted, was the one true object of my love and passion.

Perhaps Carl was out there somewhere, carrying the full burden of guilt for a combination of **** and i****t. I knew that the guilt was not his alone. However wrong his actions had been, I did have some share in that guilt.

I waited until late afternoon before began to make enquiries at places he might have fled to. The gym and his friends had seen or heard nothing of him. I hesitated to call the police because, firstly, Carl was nineteen and, after all, he had been gone less than a day. Secondly, if the police questioned me too closely, what could I say? "My son ****d me and ran away?" I thought about going out in search of him, but did not know where to start looking, would have to wait.

At around eleven o'clock I gave up waiting and went to bed, leaving the bedroom door open so I might hear if Carl came back. Emotionally and physically exhausted I slid into uneasy sleep, to be awakened about an hour later by a noise. leapt out of bed and went straight to Carl room, not there, but a further noise sent me in the direction of the kitchen. He was there, fumbling around in the dark, trying to find something to eat.

I switched on the light, and for a moment, Carl stood there blinking in the sudden glare. In my relief at seeing him burst out, "Where the hell have you been? I've been worried out of my mind about you. Didn't you give any thought to how I might be feeling?"

Carl had grabbed his gym shorts when he had fled the house, and now stood a picture of misery, dirty and unshaven, clad only in the shorts and a T-shirt.

He tried to speak, but all he managed to get out was, "Mother, I'm so ashamed…" before I opened up again.

"I suppose you've had nothing to eat? And look at the state you're in. You'd better sit down and I'll get you something, and then you can clean yourself up."

Carl tried again as I began getting food ready for him. "Mother, about what I did to you…" I, the anxious mother, crashed in again. "Never mind about that now, we can talk about it after you've eaten and had a shower. What I want to know is, where have you been?"

Carl had wandered around hardly noticing where he went, and sleeping, or rather, trying to sleep in a park. Ashamed at what he had done, and fearful of the consequences that might arise out of a combined **** and i****tuous assault, hunger had finally driven him home.

He ate the food I had prepared, and when he finished, I said, "After you've cleaned up, you'd better come to my room and we'll talk. That is, if you feel up to it. If not, we can talk in the morning."

"The sooner I say what I've got to say, the better," replied Carl, and he went off to shower." I cleared away the remains of the food and went back to bed.

As I lay there, tried to think how to approach the coming talk. Should I simply berate him for fucking me by force? Should I be gentle and understanding of his sexual need for me? Should I admit own guilt in having aroused him so many times by being nude or scantily clad in his presence? Most difficult of all, should I admit to a sexual desire for him?

As it turned out, it was Carl who took the initiative. Entering my room he began straightaway and spoke as if he had rehearsed what he wanted to say many times, which of course he had.

"Mother, I'm so ashamed at what I did to you. It was finding you doing … doing what you were doing that made me succumb to my horniness. I would never have done anything, I really wouldn't, but seeing you so … so.....so steamed up, I just went off my head. Is it possible you could forgive me?"

"Did it occur to you that you might make me pregnant? And if I am pregnant will you accept responsibility as the c***d's father? Did you give one thought to the consequences of what you did? What about the danger to me? Do you know how dangerous it can be for a woman my age to bear a c***d?" I asked sharply.

Carl stood a picture of abject misery. "I didn't think," he mumbled brokenly. "I just wanted you so badly … I've always wanted you … and you were lying there looking so beautiful … I just want to fuck you..…. If you are pregnant, I'll take responsibility… I'll look after you and the baby…." His voice trailed off into mournful silence.

His misery melted me, decided he had been scolded enough, I lay silently looking at him for a minute, then finally beckoned him to come and sit on the bed. He came hesitantly.

"Darling, it's not all your fault. I've been thinking, and I realize now how thoughtless I've been." I began

Carl tried to interrupt, protesting, but I cut across him.

I knew I aroused you, yet I still did it."

"You mean you could see…?" Carl gasped.

"Yes, I could see your erections, and I confess that it even pleased me to know you could be sexually aroused by me. You see, I was totally inconsiderate as to the frustration and pain I caused you."

"But that's no excuse for ****, is it?" Carl murmured.

"No, it isn't, darling, but at least it helps us to understand that the fault is not all on one side. So let's stop talking about whose fault it is, and try to find out how we can live together in future." I continued.

Carl stared at me for a moment in apparent disbelief, then said, "I thought you'd want me to clear out and never see you again. I thought…"

"You thought wrong," I responded quickly.

As I spoke, realized that all I was wearing was a very flimsy, see through nightdress, wondered if done this deliberately in the hope that just this situation would arise, tried to adjust the bedclothes to conceal breasts, but the very act of doing this drew Carl' attention to them. After showering and shaving, he had put only a clean pair of shorts, and could see his swelling organ pushing against the cloth.

"Well at least he wasn't repelled by my body, obviously he still wants me. Will he try to **** me again?" I thought not, which seemed to leave the initiative for the next move with me. We were silent for some time, and battling with conflicting thoughts and emotions, finally came to a firm decision and launched out boldly.

"Listen, my love," I've got another confession to make to you. When I see you getting erections, I am stirred up too. Like now."

There was another pause as we looked straight into each other's eyes. I felt a wave of dread pass through me. Had I been too open and frank? Would he be repelled by my forthright declaration of desire for him? Would now lose him completely?

Carl broke the silence, speaking very quietly. "You mean, you want me, sexually?" "Even though I'm your stepson, you wanted me to fuck, have sex with you?"

At this, I felt myself pushed on to the defensive. "You wanted your mother, so why should your mother not want you. I have feelings too, you know."

Carl was dumbfounded. Like many of us, he found it hard to accept the reality that other people have the same needs and desires that we have, and even when we do understand that, we can hardly believe that they would want to meet those needs with us.

I whispered tenderly, "Darling, if you want me, then take me, but no more ****. You must take me sensitively."

Carl response was unexpected by me. He very slowly and lovingly removed my nightdress, moved me to sit on the edge of the bed, parted my legs, and kneeling before me he opened the outer lips of my sex organ, bent and kissed its inner petals.

It was done with almost awesome reverence, as if he worshipped at some holy shrine.

I was overwhelmed by this adoration, and already soaking wet with the fluids of love and desire, through the mists of my tender passion realized what he was doing. "Oh my Goodness, he's paying homage to my cunt, the valley of love that give him entry to a world of pleasure."

Carl pressed his lips against cunt orifice for a long time, reveling in my femaleness, then finally without saying a word, inserting his cock into me, he then moved his lips up to my lactating breasts. Taking a nipple into his mouth, suckled milk.

"Carl be gentle...Pain...So huge cock...Don't insert all length of cock inside my cunt..."

"My beloved Marime, my lover stepmother I want you, to love you. I want to possess you."

"Oh Cark you make me a woman again, keep suckle, so sensual feeling. Engorged nipples ached. Need to empty the milk. Glad you're here."

I was shy to tell him how arousing my cunt became as he suckle nipples, caused sensual feeling in my cunt. I wriggled and he noticed. stretched his hand to fondle my groin, parted the panties crotch and dipped his fingers in my cunt. I needed finger fuck to alleviate the sexual cravings. How obscene! Nevertheless, it had become a necessity, legs spread wide and he began to rub my cunt. Usually he'd suckled my lactating nipples while he fore played. As he slowly circled and caressed clitoris with his fingers

At this stage I screamed, "Oh Carl, thrilling..."

"Marime, I did wrong again. Please pardon me.".

"Silly boy, you're doing correctly to relieve me the sexual tension inside me."

He kissed me, hugged me tightly as I quivered.

I longing for him, this time spoke out aloud. "My love, that was where I will give you sustenance, and now I shall sustain you sexually for as long as you need me."

Carl released nipple and speaking very softly said, "Mother, I shall always need you. As long as you will let me, I shall be your lover as well as your stepson. I love drinking your milk."

He moved up to kiss me while his hand caressed lactating breasts, then suddenly, he moved away from me.

"Mother, you said you were afraid I might make you pregnant. I don't have condom, so I pull out before ejecting into your lovely cunt…"

I smiled up at him. "My darling, would you mind so much if I did get pregnant by you?"

Almost with a voice of anguish Carl burst out, "Oh mother, you don't know … all the time I was with the others and when I've masturbated, it was you I wanted … no one else …only you ... but I never thought it would be possible … and … and I've longed to make you pregnant. But I can only do that if you want it too."

Overwhelmed with lust as I managed to smile and say, "My sweet love, you may have already made me pregnant. In case not, fertilize me now. Please, fertilize me as you've never fertilized any other woman or had you?"

It was enough. Crying out, "Oh my Goodness I have never impregnate a girl or woman. Yes I'll impregnate you Marime," Carl said thrusting cock into cunt.

We were at the extreme edge of sexual arousal, but Carl began moving slowly up and down me, gradually increasing his pace as our climax drew near.

I moved with him, wrapping legs round him to drag him into me tighter, crying out, "Oh, my darling, my love, I want you so much...don't ever stop, please … please…deeper, please, deeper…"

My orgasm exploded just as Carl ejected into cunt, screaming, "Marime I love you … I want you … I've wanted you for so long … Oh you're so beautiful … Oh. oh …aah." He gave a long drawn out groan as his sperm flooded my womb, and at the same time I shuddering as waves of exultant passion coursed through me, came to own orgasm.

Carl finished, and I squeezing him with cunt muscles fought to draw out the last drops of his sperm. Holding him tightly with legs I grunted, "Stay in me a little longer darling. Please stay with me…"

Carl looked down at me and said gently, "Marime, I shall stay with you forever."

"Please God, Let me have his baby." I prayed as I clamped my legs tightly on his hips, cunt muscles squeezed his sperm.

As I reminisced how Carl and I started our affair, the past romping and coupling with Carl while in his embrace caressing me. So soothing.

On a moonlit night, Carl came and asked me, "The moon is full and bright tonight, Let's go out and get some air," Carl said, leading me out for a walk.

It was a beautiful moonlit evening with a cloudless sky and fireflies flickering their mating calls. we walked down the sidewalk, past the hedgerow, on reaching the end, Carl pulled me aside, embraced me and brought his lip to mine.

"Carl... mmmmm..." I moaned as I tried to protest. This was very dangerous, I thought but was unable to dissuade him as his tongue pressed into my mouth. Soon, I gave up protesting and melted into his strong arm, felt his hands sliding down my bare back to cup my buttocks.

Carl pulled my groin to his and let me feel how excited he was.

I moaned again and pressed back.

"Good Marime, I needed that. Each time I looked at you I wanted to rush over and kiss you."

I could feel my head spinning from the kiss and the wine. I brought lips to his for a second kiss that lasted even longer, worked my tongue into his mouth and felt him immediately capture it with his lips. I moaned as we pressed our lower regions together even harder. His hands cupped my buttocks, squeezing the supple flesh in his strong fingers, slid down to my naked thighs.

"Oh Carl, my Goodness," I said as I felt him slowly moving it up leg. In spite of my admonishment, my legs moved apart as his hand reached my cunt.

Carl moaned as his fingers felt my private parts, feel the swollen and wet cunt under his searching fingers. Then a finger found the dripping entrance.

"Carl, Carl, please," I pleaded as I couldn't stop him. A slow moan escaped my lips as his finger slowly slid into my cunt.

Within seconds, Carl's hand was dripping with my sex juice. He moved his finger in and out of cunt, feeling of slick inner flesh. Quickly, before I could protest, he added a second finger, I moan again and taking both fingers all the way inside cunt.

I had lost control, hips began to work up and down on my stepson's fingers, took only a few more thrusts before I began to tremble.

Carl was a little surprised as I began to shake. Suddenly, he realized that I was climaxing on his fingers. He smiled and worked them into cunt harder, creating a loud sucking sound in the otherwise quiet night.

When I stopped shuddering, collapsed into Carl's arms.

Carl looked over the hedgerow and saw that we were still alone. He placed his hands on my shoulders and began to gently push downward. "Suck me," he hissed, as I knee down on the cool grass.

"Carl, this is crazy," I said, looked up at him, my eyes sparkling with fire in the moonlight, I pulled his fly down.

Carl kept looking back across the hedgerow at the house to make sure no one came outside. He turned back in time to see me take his cock into my mouth. "Ahhhhh!!!" he groaned as my mouth took possession of his hard cock.

I moaned as I tasted the sweet flavor of his cock, move my hand back and forth, trying to bring him to eject quickly, knew that someone could come upon us at any time.

Fortunately, it wasn't going to take long for Carl to eject semen in my mouth. However, suddenly, he was pushing the straps of my gown and bra down my arms.

"What are you doing?" I whispered in panic.

Carl didn't answer as he pushed straps down until my breasts were free from the bra. He pointed his cock downward, saying excitedly, "Jerk me into your breasts."

I grabbed his cock and masturbate him.

"Yes, yes," Carl moaned.

It was turning me on, as I watched his semen splatter onto my lactating breasts. He was excited, took hold of my breasts smeared with his semen and suckled on nipples, "Milk with semen very tasty!"

I said, "Let me taste and plunged my mouth on his and we hugged and kissed passionately.

We stopped cajoling heard voices coming from the house and a car approached.

As the voices grew closer, I quickly pulled my top back up, pushing breasts into the wet material, helped Carl get his cock back into his pants. Just as we stood up and stepped from behind the hedgerow, a friend walked by.

We quickly went inside the house, to bathroom to take care of my own insatiable desire.

After the moonlit romancing episode I and Carl gradually became comfortable with our budding relationship. I knew it was very wrong but I no longer regret. It was what Carl and I needed right now I comforted and rationalized myself. It was our mother son secret.

We want easy access to each other bodies, we wore scantily in front of each other. It seemed Carl always stopped to talk when I was getting dressed. It never took long for Carl to show that he was interested in more than conversation. I rarely protested.

Each morning he would stop by as I dressed for work. Within seconds, I would have his cock in ny mouth. Then a minute later, would be drinking his sperm. Most evenings it was a replay. I was actually disappointed when we missed a morning or evening. I had become addicted to my stepson's semen because it good for my complexion, keep youngish look. I need to look young if not he would take on another girl to bed.

I was in bathrobe after shower one morning a week or so later. I had just taken panties out of the drawer when Carl tapped on the door. I told him to come in.

"Good morning Marime," he said brightly as he sat on the bed.

"Hi sweetie."

"What's on the agenda today?" Carl asked watching me, his stepmother closely.

"We had better stay home and relax."

"All right, " Carl said in mock exasperation.

I untied the robe and standing naked unashamedly in front of Carl.

"Marime, you're gorgeous," Carl said teasingly.

"Thank you," I whispered. There was no longer any embarrassment at being naked in front of him. As I bent over and picked up the panties, saw his eyes staring at my breasts as they swung naturally.

Carl had an erection before he walked into the room but now it was throbbing in the tight confines of his shorts. He pulled his zipper down and showed his cock to me as if it was natural behavior for me to see his cock.

He slowly move his hand up and down. In all the years I was married, had never seen my 3 husbands masturbate. Carl wasn't embarrassed to masturbate in my presence. He found it a turn-on to have me watch him.

"Do you like watching me masturbate?" Carl asked breathlessly.

It took a moment for me to answer, "Yes," I replied. I dare to say as a matter of fact as I began to realize we are more lovers than ************** relationship.

"Then sit down and I'll show you how I like to do it."

I backed up until I sat in the vanity chair, eyes focused on him.

Carl undressed in my presence. I was surprise as his stepmother at his boldness, sat fascinated as I watched stepson strip for me. Carl was a ********** the last time I saw him completely naked. He certainly wasn't a ********** anymore, I thought as his shorts fell to his feet and he kicked them away. I scanned his naked body from behind. His shoulders were broad and rippled with muscles. His waist was narrow and his hips jutted out from all the strenuous training. However, his buttocks were his best asset. They were rock hard and perfectly shaped globes. His thighs were strong and lean without an ounce of fat.

Carl slowly turned around, cock was pulsing and there was a long strand of semen hanging from the tip. He began to stroke himself again, more of his semen bubbled out, stretching in a silvery string toward the carpet.

"Oh Goodness mom Marime, I'm getting close," he warned, hand moved rapidly up and down until his thighs tensed. Suddenly, he began to pour the contents of his balls into his outstretched hand.

I watched in excited fascination as Carl climaxed into his own hand, saw his hand fill with his sperm and begin to spill over the sides, I dropped to my knees and quickly licked the semen dripping from his palm. I turned his semen filled hand to her mouth.

On another similar incident, Carl caught me just as I was ready to go out the door to work. He brought me to him, locked his lips on mine and kissed me passionately.

"Carl, my makeup," I protested as he kissed my lips, then face and neck.

"Suck me!" he demanded.

I moved quickly on my knees in front of stepson, set briefcase down and took his cock into my hand, caught dripping juice on my tongue, to the swollen cockhead. "Mmmmmm!" as I sucked the cockhead into my mouth.

I sucked Carl until he was getting close to eject, ready to drink his sperm, Carl's lips capture mine.

As our bodies merged together, could feel his erection pressing against stomach. Carl's hand move down to push my dress up I began to shiver. However, when he grasped his cock and pushed between my legs I was shocked in disbelief said, "Carl, no!" Suddenly, I realized that had panties on. preventing his cock penetration. I sighed when he didn't try to do anything else, wasn't sure could have stopped him fucking me.

"Oh mom Marime!" Carl moaned as he moved his hips back and forth between my warm thighs, my cunt pressing down on the top of his cock, my panties becoming soaked with our combined juices.

When I was certain that Carl was near ejaculation, I pushed him away.

Carl thought that I was going to go down on knees and suck him again. However, he was surprised when I pulled the crotch of panties away from exposed cunt. Carl thought that I was going to let him penetrate me.

However, I had other ideas, his cock placed between the wet crotch of panties and dripping cunt slits. His cock was pointing downward made my cunt slits split apart and held his cock. I slid panties back over slits, trapping his cock inside the silky material. I began to move back and forth again, massaging him with cunt slits. I knew that Carl would eject soon.

As soon as he felt my slits on his cock, he lurched, spewing his semen onto my panties.

My climax wasn't far behind, felt my cunt sprayed by my stepson's semen, my legs shook and my body went into convulsions.

I found it difficult to focus eyes, backed up unsteadily and leaned against the front door. When I could get my breath again I shook my head. Goodness that I was being fucked by Carl, I thought.

Carl smiled at me with exhaustion on his face. Then he pushed his now soft cock back into his pants and said, "Marime have a nice day."

I picked up briefcase and opened the door. As I stepped out onto the front porch, was suddenly very much aware of my sodden crotch. For a second, I considered going back into the house to clean up. A naughty thrill went through me as I walked down the sidewalk to my car. I went to work with my cunt swimming in Carl's sperm.

One evening I was sitting at my desk, still in white blouse and blue skirt that I had worn to work, thinking about I and Carl's relationship as I did often after we consummated, done a lot of soul searching during the last few days. Our relationship has progressed well beyond anything I could have ever imagined. The nagging question on my mind was where did we go from here? It was getting more and more difficult for me to control things. It had been so close the other day, culminated into fucking.

It seemed that almost every time we were together, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. He would touch, kiss me and that would start our pleasure journey. I would respond and things would get out of control from there.

"Hi Mom," Carl said, coming into the room and sitting down.

"Hi Carl didn't you said you would stop calling me Mom, instead called my name Marime? Forget? Or shy?

"Oh yeah Marime too much on my mind that I forget!"

"Oh...Too many women in your life. Don't know who to take tonight?"

"No darling Marime. You're the only woman in my mind. I want you day and night, sometimes thought of you in classes."

"Just said to get in my good books?"

"No, take a look and feel, dearest Marime," as he took my hands and placed on his crotch

"I know you just only want to fuck me like a lecher. Then scooped off to another woman. True?"

"Darling Marime, what do I need to prove my love for you?"

"Marry me as you had promised to me?"

"Yes Marime I only have you ij mind so let's decide on an auspicious day to solemnize."

"Good. I desire to be your wife and you my husband. Then we can fuck as we love. No more secret."

"That settled, I thought you were going to the ball game with Joey?"

"I was but he has a cold and cancelled out."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I'd rather be home with you Marime."

"What am I going to do with you?" I asked rhetorically.

"Love me," he said with a big smile and opened his arms to me.

"Fuck me day and night? I know you are horny boy, desire to stick cock in my cunt?"

"Yes Marime you read my mind! I can't get enough of you."

"You'll make my cunt so sore, I could hardly walk properly!"

"Darling I'll be ever gentle fucking you. Don't fret. Open up legs to me."

"Yes once we're married. I'll give myself totally to you Carl. Fuck me like you desire. I'll be yours."

I was glad we settled the grouchy problem bothering me, put down my pen and then walked over to sit on his lap, kissed his lips and then snuggled into his arms. Suddenly, she felt so protected in his embrace.

"Mom, you... uh..Marime... we have... uh done a lot of... you know... things," Carl said excitedly.

I was silent, wondering where this was going to go.

"You said... uh... you said that it was selfish for a man just to take and... and not give back."

Immediately, I knew what was coming. It wasn't like I hadn't expected it. However, what he was going to ask me was a big step.

"Will you teach me... to uh... you know... do oral on you?"

I was silent for a long time, could feel my heart beating hard, a tremendous struggle going on in my head. On one hand, I had done so much already, what was the difference if I let him do it to me? On the other, I knew that it would be taking our relationship to a new level. However, the thought of having his mouth on mine was incredibly exciting. So, what would be the harm? Who would know?

"I... I don't know Carl, Let me think about it." I said reluctantly.

Carl felt a thrill of excitement go through him. Every time I would give what he wanted. "That's fair," he said and his hand moved up to caress my breasts, could feel his erection pressing into my buttocks, slid off his lap and knelt between his legs.

Carl smiled and opened his pants, reached inside and pulled out his swollen erection. When I went to grab cock with my hands, he grabbed my wrists, holding my hands away. He lifted up slightly and slid the cockhead into my mouth. He watched me suck him for a few minutes and then, with his cocks still in my mouth, he stood up.

I backed up and let Carl stand in front of me, knew what he wanted when his hips began to move back and forth while he held my arms over my head. He wants to fuck my mouth, I thought. A moan escaped my stretched lips as I let my stepson use my mouth.

When Carl continued to move back and forth as he pulled my head toward him, forcing his cock to the back of my throat.

For some strange reason, I suddenly felt very submissive, moaned submissively and let my stepson pound into my mouth. As his movement grew more rapid, saliva began to drip from the corners of my stretched mouth.

Carl's legs were spread wide and his knees slightly bent as he moved rapidly in and out of my willing mouth, his fingers were curled tightly in my hair as he moved violently in and out, a strange feeling of power to him. He was in control over me.

Within seconds, he was ready to climax, pulled away from me, was going to try to stop the ejection like I had taught him. However, when he looked down and saw my face looking at him expectantly, he knew that he couldn't hold back any longer.

My breath was coming in great gasps, eyes opened wide as I stared at my stepson's quivering cock as I waited.

Carl's semen flew out with such force that it arched across my head, landing in my hair. The next blast hit directly in the face, splattering on forehead and dripping to cheek. Then another blast hurtled toward me again.

I closed eyes and squeezed thighs together as my own climax began, sex slits throbbed with pleasure as I felt my stepson's semen continue to cover my face, held face out to the spray as if in the shower, loving the warm semen.

Amazingly, Carl's climax seemed to go on and on, covering my face. As his climax dwindled, his legs weakened and he fell back into the chair. Through hooded eyes, he saw me scr****g his semen from my face and putting it into my mouth.

At the breakfast table the following morning, Carl brought up the inevitable question. "Mom, sorry Marime, you said you would think about what I asked."

I looked at him and smiled. "We'll see," was my only commitment. I had made up my mind but wasn't ready to reveal my answer to him yet.

'We'll see. That's as good as yes," Carl thought, couldn't control the smile that crossed his face.
I and Carl decided to go to our favorite restaurant that night. As always, Carl was ready waiting at the door for me. I was wearing a very short skirt with high heels. However, on top, I had on a dark sweater that buttoned down the front with a white blouse underneath, the skirt looked sexy.

When I got into the car, I purposely spread my legs, giving my stepson a clear view of my thigh. Once he was in the car, Carl was bold enough to reach over and place his hand on my thigh and fondled. He drove with one hand and used the other to slide my skirt up so he could see panties. I let Carl's hand move up until he reached panties, stopping him only when he was being distracted from driving. I grabbed his hand, leaving it on my thigh, and gently told him to pay attention to the road.

I and Carl got our special table in the back of the restaurant, giving us the privacy that we wanted. We chatted until the waitress took our drink order. I said I had to go to the ladies room. When I returned and stopped next to Carl, held out my hand, indicating that he should open his hand. I placed a piece of balled up material into his hand and sat down.

Carl looked at me with raised eyebrows and then opened his hand, felt his cock lurch in his pants when he saw the silky pink balled up material. It was his stepmom's panties. Suddenly, he saw the waitress out of the corner of his eye and quickly put the hand holding the panties below the table. He didn't know if the waitress saw what was in his hand but he did know his face was as red as a beet. I just smiled at his obvious distress.

After they had ordered dinner and the waitress was gone, Carl pulled his hand from under the table. He looked at the tiny pair of panties and saw that the crotch was soaked. Not even thinking, he brought the crotch to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes on me, his stepmother all the time.

Then I watched with shock as Carl casually opened the crotch and brought it to his lips.

He kissed the wet material and then made a show of sticking out his tongue and licking the gusset from one end to the other.

I sighed deeply and closed eyes as a shiver ran through me.

Carl's cock was now fully erect, taste my panties sex juices. He felt his hand trembling as he forced himself to ball the material up and put into his pocket. Then he reached down adjusted his cock in the very tight confines of his pants.

I suddenly realized that Carl had one-upped her. However, I wasn't done yet.

When dinner was served, Carl and I ate in silence, looking at each other with loving glances. About mid-way through the meal, Carl saw me look around the restaurant. Seeing that no one was close by, I reached up and began to unbutton my sweater. Carl thought I was starting to get warm. When all the buttons were undone, I pulled the sweater away from chest. Carl was shocked to see that the blouse was totally see-through; he could see all of my firm lactating breasts with hard puffy nipples pushing through the material. Carl could no longer concentrate on dinner. His thoughts were on the fact that I was sitting across from him naked under my clothes and that he will eat me tonight.

"Marime, can we go?" Carl asked, his food only half eaten.

"I think that is an excellent idea, besides, I think I owe you a lesson."

Carl's cock throbbed in his pants and he jumped up and practically pulled me, his stepmother out of the restaurant.

Driving home, I took off sweater, with only see-through blouse covering my chest. Carl was going crazy trying to keep his eyes on the road.

I knew that it was dangerous to tease him this way when he was driving. However, I had been thinking about what I was going to let him do all day and it was driving me crazy with desire.

It was difficult for Carl to keep within the speed limit as he rushed home. He had barely come to a stop at the house when he jumped out of the car and ran around to open the door for me. As I swung around, he got a close look at my exposed cunt, his eyes opened wide in shock when he saw that I had no pubic hair. The normally soft blond hair was all gone, leaving my groin smooth. Carl stood frozen looking between my legs.

When I made the decision to let Carl eat me, decided to shave. His father loved me unshaved. As I got out of the car, stood in front of him with a wide smile. "What's the matter sweetie," I asked, knowing the answer already. I smiled, realizing that I had the upper hand again.

"Uh... uh... nothing," he struggled to say.

I turned and walked toward the house, still smiling.

It took a few seconds for Carl to realize that he was standing on the sidewalk alone, hurried up the walk and followed me into the house.

"Carl, get me a glass of wine and bring it to the living room for me please," I said, turning to go into the living room.

Carl rushed to get the wine, shaking so bad that he nearly broke the glass. He tried to steady his hands as he walked back to the living room. He saw me sitting on the sofa waiting for him. When he handed me the glass, his hand was trembling so much that the wine almost spilled over the top. He didn't notice that my hand was shaking as well.

I took a large drink of wine and patted the seat next to me.

Carl sat down without a word. He was afraid that his voice wouldn't work.

I sighed and said, "Carl, this is a big step for us. I know that you have wanted to ea... uh perform oral sex on me for a long time. Frankly, I've wanted it just as much, if not more. It is one of the things that I miss most about Bob. He was very good. Your father... your father and I used to do that all the time. In fact, the first time was on a sofa just like this in his house. It was so crazy because his parents, your grandparents, were sleeping in the next room. We did many crazy things," I added as eyes got misty and I stopped talking.

Carl reached over, took my hand, and sat silently, waiting for me to continue.

"I'm so confused sometimes Carl. What we've done is so wrong but... but I can't resist you. It could be so dangerous for both of us. It's all so crazy."

"Marime... uh... we don't have to do."

"Shhh," I said and placed my fingers on Carl's lips.

I stood up in front of Carl and slowly began to undress, letting Carl look at my lactating breasts.

Carl could see my excitement as my chest moved up and down with rapid breathing, his own breath was beginning to come in short gasps.

Slowly, I began to pull my skirt up thighs, showed my crotch, teasing Carl, pulled it to waist and a little moan of excitement escaped my lips.

Carl gasped, he had never seen anything so exciting in his young life. On display in front of him was his stepmother's very wet dripping cunt, wasn't a speck of hair anywhere on the surface, from my navel to my thighs. The outer lips were so smooth, the inner lips were protruding and there were strings of sex juice hanging precariously, ready to drip to the floor. My thighs, all the way to the tops of nylons, were sparkling with my juice.

When I saw that Carl was ready to grab me, I pushed him back. "Wait," I said and turned to walk over to a comfortable chair, skirt pulled up around waist as I sat in the chair. Then I lifted legs and threw them over the arms of the chair, exposed my cunt out at Carl in an obscene manner.

I pointed finger at him and said in a breathless tone, "I think the best position for you is on your knees between my legs."

Carl jumped up and hurried over, , his eyes never leaving my displayed cunt.

"Son take your clothes off first."

I watched as Carl stripped in record time, throwing his clothes on the floor in his haste. I looked at his totally naked body, eyes traveled up and down his body, settling on his pulsing erection. Goodness, he's going to drive the women crazy someday, I thought. I am already crazy now.

Carl fell to his knees between my legs and brought his mouth very close to my leaking cunt. He put his trembling hands on my thighs, forcing them further apart, intending to dive in.

"Just a minute, sweetie," I said, putting hands on his shoulders to hold him back. "You need a few lessons in the female anatomy before you EAT ME," I said, emphasizing the words "eat me".

Carl sat back and watched as I spread legs even further apart. As he looked on with wide eyes, I used fingers to open the slits. Carl could see the juice bubbling in my open cunt.

"You see this little button here? This is the center of a woman's sexual arousal. It is very sensitive and needs to be treated with great kindness. I will tell you more about that in a minute. Down here are my outer and inner slits." I said, pointing to my clitoris. I stretched the inner slits apart, letting him see how flexible they were.

"The outer lips are not as sensitive and can be handled a bit more forcefully. However, these, fingering the inner slits can be quite sensitive. Look how wet they get when I get excited," I tried to keep voice calm and appeared to be very matter-of-fact in my description. However, on the inside I was burning up with need. Watching the wonder and excitement in Carl's eyes was almost more than I could stand.

Carl could see the thick juice now trickling out of my cunt. He could feel his own cock pouring juice out as he waited for me to let him eat.

"Inside the cunt is where the cock goes and is very receptive to a soft tongue." I began to breath very hard as I forced to continue the description. As I... as I showed you before, this... this is my... my clitoris, Ohhhhh!" I moaned when my finger brushed against the sensitive clitoris, spreading the slits wide and letting the clitoris peek out, my hands shaking with excitement.

Carl focused his eyes where I was pointing. He was fascinated by the clitoris between my slits.

"My clitoris is very sensitive. When I'm this excited, even a little touch can send me off. It's very swollen now. Be very gentle with it, please," I said, almost delirious.

Carl watching and hearing me talk about my sexual parts had him shaking with desire. His eyes never left my sexual parts as I use my finger to massage the spread slits.

"Ohhhhh...." I moaned, closing eyes in pleasure.

"I want you to put your tongue right here Carl," I said in a shaky voice, pointing to my spread cunt. "It's time for you to practice your lesson. I want you to eat my juicy cunt. I need your tongue so bad, please, please, EAT ME NOW," I said, suddenly losing control and almost screaming.

Carl quickly bent forward, his mouth inches from my dripping lips.

I placed both hands on the sides of his head, trying to pull his face into my itchy crotch.

Carl resisted, now the one torturing them both. With his face an inch from my dripping lips, he breathed in deeply; the wonderful smell excited him tremendously. Then his tongue came out to touch the slippery cunt. He heard me moan, as his tongue touched cunt, brought the juice into his mouth.

I watched him swallow my juice and moaned. I grabbed his head, my desire to get back control for the moment.

"Gently, gently, lick around the slits," I instructed, moving his head with hands.

Carl began to use his tongue and lips on his own. His mouth covered my cunt and he began to suck the swollen slits inside. Then he bit them gently and then used his tongue to lap across the wrinkled surface.

"Ohhhhhhh, that's it, suck them, suck my slits. Oh my......I can't stand it. Suck me, suck my cunt," I screamed incoherently, buck my hips into his face, his tongue making contact with clitoris. My legs wrapped around his neck, imprisoning his mouth in my wet flesh.

Suddenly, I let out a long wail, shuddering and screaming as a tremendous climax took me, pulled the poor boy's head hard into convulsing cunt, almost smothering him in the process.

Carl didn't mind at all. His face was inundated in my juice, slits were spread on his face, spreading slick juice from his chin to his forehead.

Carl pushed his tongue deep into my convulsing cunt, climax went on and on, each time I thought it was over, he would hit a new spot and bring me to climax again. So vigorous I spasned, thought I might pass out as heart pounded and I gasped for breath.

Finally, my body began to relax, had to push Carl's face away from my sensitive cunt. I had never had a climax as sensual or that lasted so long, both legs wrapped around Carl's neck his face was covered with juice.

"My Carl, I had forgotten how good it felt to be eaten, you just gave me the best climax of my life. Thank you... thank you, you were wonderful. I love you so much," I said, looking into his eyes lovingly.

"Oh Marime so glad you enjoyed with me."

"Come here and let me take care of you," I said, pulling Carl from his kneeling position, bringing his dripping cock close to my mouth.

We moaned as my lips circled the cockhead. I said in a whisper, "I am going to suck your cock Carl. Your mom wants to suck all the juice out of your balls. Do you want me to suck you? Do you want your mom to swallow all that delicious sperm? Tell me, tell me you want me to suck you until you squirt into my mouth."

"Yes, yes, please, put it back in your mouth, please suck it," Carl moaned at my nasty words.

I took his cock making loud sucking noises, which were intended to let Carl know how much I loved sucking him.

Carl couldn't hold on ejaculating much longer. His body tensed, it was happening in slow motion when his cock throbbed and a huge load of semen began traveling up the long shaft, rushing to be released. He began to eject, filling my mouth over and over with his thick sperm. I swallowed each shot and sucked for more, my hand pumping up and down rapidly. Eventually, the flow slowed and then stopped. I continued to suck hard, trying to get the last few precious drops.

"Oh Marime so sensational. You're a great lover....."

"Carl glad you love what I did. You need to recuperate your energy and then we can go for more pleasure...."

"Marime darling I can't agree more. I want you more and more."

"Yes you can have more of me...."

After rested, Carl's cock stirred as I held onto it and slowly stroke up and down the whole length.

"Oh Marime...........I'm so worked up..horny...thinking about you.....You mean I can..F...F...Fuck your cunt?...."

"What you think you can have...."

Then Carl rolled me over on my back and drew me close to him, caressing, kissing my whole body, suckling my nipples drawing milk. His tongue wandered from my lips, neck, bite my shoulders left hickeys, made me screaming, "Ohhhlalal...pain...stamp mark me again..."

"Marime, so that you can't run away....Forever you belong to me."

Before I knew it, he was down to my clitoris, licking and sucking the labia..........."

"Oh Carl, "You're a great lover...You never disappoint me."

Carl got me wet and stimulated to want his cock shaft into my cunt, "Don't delay. I can't wait..."

He didn't need more encouragement, climbed between my legs as he spread them wide open, aimed the erect cock at my cunt and galloped inside slow and steady. His huge cock struck my nerves as I yelled and pushed him off, "Ohhhmmmm...lalala...ohoh....pain....yet so pleasurable..." as my muscles squeezed his cock tightly.

As he fucked me, cupped my breasts, suckled my nipples like a baby.

He muttered, "Marime, breasts so enchanting ripe and big. I have been lusting after you all those years. It heaven sent you to me. Now I have you."

"Hold your horse lover Carl. Physically you fucked me. But emotionally and in soul I'm still waiting."

"Oh Marime. I want you body and soul. How else can I show clearer," as he pounded me harder and fucked me deeper into my cunt hitting my womb.

"Oh my..lover Carl...enough...I understand you want me totally... Ohhh....You going to ejaculate in my womb?" as I felt his cock about to ejaculate.

"Marime you allow me" If not I withdraw.."

I looked at him intensely, "Carl you want to impregnate me, your stepmother. Want to have a baby with me?"
"Yes Marime my desire to have baby with you. I can't tell you but now yes. Since I fucked you, it's my desire to have you be mother of my baby. I can't tell you better but my actions show you all I want with you ultimately."

"Make sure you telling me the whole truth,"

I hugged Carl tight as he ejaculate with loads of steaming semen into me.

"Wish my sperm and your ova joined and produce our baby."

"I'm not on pills and my last period was two weeks ago."

"Then we two become three!" as Carl tapped my belly.

It was a night that both we, stepmother and stepson, would remember for a long time.

Unfortunately or fortunately I didn't get pregnant since we're not prepared to be parents as yet. To say the best we were budding lovers.

Over the next few weeks, we continued our liaisons. There was no longer any hesitation on my part. Somehow, I had rationalized that since we were actually having "sex" it was okay. However, I knew in my heart that there was a future for us together.

In the quiet of the night, I reminisced what we had been thorough. Smiling as my mind thought of the good times we had together. The surprises, first unceremonious fucking he got me into with him. How we moved forward to our different wishes, hoping we merged into one finally. I was always dreamy.

I continued to teach Carl what a woman liked and what a woman needed. It was part of my rationalization. I could make him a better lover for me someday. I showed him how to caress and suck my lactating breasts. I pointed out sensitive spots, all the places that most men miss. Little places like behind the knee or the armpit. I taught him that sometimes women like it a little rough but most of the time they wanted a tender and considerate lover.

While some of it was confusing to him, he was a very willing pupil. He was anxious to learn everything there was to know about what turned me, his stepmom on. He would refuse me nothing as he was now desperately desiring me.

I wasn't blind and could see the love in his eyes. It was also obvious that he wanted to go all the way with me. In my mind, that was still out of bounds. However, I knew that I was only deluding myself and that we were far beyond the boundaries developing into carnal relationship.

A few weeks after we began our oral exploration, we had one of tour evening dates, decided to stay home and relax. I had had a very difficult week at work, deferring sexual activity until the end of the week.

Carl had been understanding and patient but I sensed he was burning with sexual desire for me by the time the week ended. He had a plan tonight. This was the night, he thought to move further ahead on me. Blowjob isn’t enough for him, he wants to fuck me tonight. He couldn't wait any longer.

I playfully took his shorts off for a hand job and blow job, knew how much he wanted it.

Carl got things ready while I took a bath. He had set up a game of Scrabble on the floor and put a bottle of my favorite wine on ice. I came down, wore a long soft terry cloth robe to cover naked body.

As Carl looked at me, his eyes glowed, I looked alluring beautiful tonight with no makeup or sexy clothes on and wet hair.

I was still tired and tense but was looking forward to our quiet evening.

It was a very dangerous environment for me who had refused to consummate i****tuous relationship with my stepson.

We played several games of Scrabble as we talked and laughed. I felt the tension but I always had Carl to give me comfort.

As I sat on the floor, I watched my stepson, growing up quickly. Soon he would be a man with c***dren of his own. I sighed and pictured Carl as a father, playing with his k**s. I was certain that he would be a good father and husband. my heart swelled with pride and love. On the same trend of thought could I be the mother of his c***dren. I had too many dreams.

"Marime dearest, it's your turn," Carl said.

He called my name in a sweet tone, melted my heart. I was dreamy.

"Oh... I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention. I've had enough for tonight."

"Okay Marime. What about a shoulder massage?"

Again he was so sweet.

"That would be wonderful."

Carl moved the Scrabble board out of the way and got on his knees behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulder and started to squeeze. "Wow, you are tense."

"Mmmmm. I know. That feels so good sweetie," I said relaxing moved back onto him.

"Let me get to the skin," he said, pushing the soft robe down until my shoulders were bare. His hands went to work on me again.

Then he put his lips on my shoulder, nibbled my flesh and gave a bite.

"Oh Carl that's wonderful. Without realizing he left a hickey on my shoulder."

Then he said, "Marime I brand marked your shoulder with a love bite."

"Oh..I was distressed. Why you do that! What if someone see it?"

"To show my love for you, my dearest Marime."

"You mean what you said?" I felt his love for me, then I simmered down and kissed him.

I felt so relaxed that almost go to sleep, swayed back and forth, felt his hands move across shoulders and down toward bosom, felt him gradually move his fingers to the upper swells of breasts, leaned back into him and let him fondled breasts.

He wasted no time in capturing both breasts in his hands. He looked over my shoulder and watched as he massaged breasts as he had done on shoulders.

I moaned as he squeezed and massaged breasts with milk streamed out from nipples. He suckled nipples. My nipples were very sensitive and had a direct line to my groin, squeezed legs together as little shock waves rushed down my body.

After a few minutes, Carl got up and turned off all but one soft light. Then he brought some pillows down from the sofa. He put his arm around me and pulled me down to lay with him. My breasts pressed to his chest as he pulled me close, me and brought his lips to kiss locked lips. It was the first of many passionate kisses that night as we cuddled in each other embrace.

Our body heat began to rise rapidly as we hugged and kissed passionately. It seemed so natural when Carl disrobed me to reveal the soft curves of my body, staring in wonder at my nudity. It seemed that each time he saw me naked, he would complimented that I looked more beautiful. He had his erect manhood to mean what he says.

Carl began to remove all of my clothes. I had taught him well, leaving me no defenses. He kissed my lips softly, moving up neck and bringing chills to my hot body. Then his tongue kissed my earlobes, circling it and leaving a wet trail on them.

"I love you Marime," Carl whispered then began to kiss back down my neck, moving slowly down, his tongue following the contours of my body until he reached the swells of my breasts. He kissed across the smooth surface until he reached the nipple and then suckled one and then the other, tweaked one nipple as his tongue licked the other.

I was quivering by the time Carl got to the soft skin of my belly, knelt between my legs and lifted them onto his shoulders. He slowly bent to kissing my quivering thighs as his tongue licked all over my flesh. He teased up and down my legs, taking my toes into his mouth and sucking them. He knew that he was arousing me to the brink of my sexuality.

Finally, he spread my legs wide, looked at my wet cunt, he bent his head to my groin and dived to lick my cunt.

"Oh Carl, oh Goodness me, oh..oh..ummmghhh," I moaned as his tongue moved up and down the slits, pushed his tongue into the crease on each side, licking the sensitive flesh. His tongue worked around slits.

It was so sensual and ticklish, I yelled, "UUmmHHHH.....Cunt cannot take it anymore. Need cock..."

Carl pulled back and smiled at me, saw me in pleasure. He reached down and gently opened slits, exposing the now throbbing clitoris. He lowered his head and blew warm air on the little nub, watching me quiver with need to be caressed.

"Oh Carl, please stop, give cock to cunt.." I begged.

He didn't answer. Instead, pushed my legs up to my chest, exposing my groin to him. He could see my arse hole. I had never taught him anything about that place. Suddenly, he kissed it. His head bent quickly, before I could stop him and licked the arse hole, feeling it pulse under his lips.

"Oh my love Carl, what are you doing," I screamed as I felt his tongue on her arse hole, so ticklish.

If Carl heard me, he paid no attention. His tongue licked around my arse hole, teasing the sensitive skin and felt it quiver. Then suddenly, he pushed tongue inside.

"mmmmmmmmmmy!!!!" My hips bucked up into Carl's mouth as his tongue stretched my arse. I had never felt anything like it. It was so nasty but oh so exciting.

Carl was proud of himself. He had found something I hadn't taught him. His cock throbbed almost painfully in his shorts as he moved his tongue in and out of my arse hole.

When Carl had me totally mad with passion and desperate for him to do something to me, he bent over and whispered. "Marime, can I just touch your cunt with my cock?"

"Oh Carl, I... I... oh, please, oh I don't know. I can't think," I responded incoherently.

Carl took that as a yes and quickly stripped his clothes off. He stood for a moment over me, letting me see his excitement. His cock was dripping juice and the cock was bouncing up and down with his rapid heartbeat. He wrapped his hand around it and slowly moved his fist across the length of it. His other hand cupped his balls, offering them to me.

"Oh Carl!" I moaned as she watched his wanton display.

Carl moved to kneel between my legs before I could protest. Leaning forward on one hand, he used the other to push his cock down to touch my dripping slits. Then he moved it up and down between the slits, teasing both his sensitive cock and my slits. When he felt cock touched my clitoris, he paused, circling the soft skin of his cock on my valley of pleasure.

"Ahhhhhh...oh...oh..!!!" I moaned.

Then Carl slowly slid his cock down and inserted the head between my slits.

"Oh Carl, no," I said, placing my hands on his hips to prevent him from moving further in, gasping for breath, my arms shaking from excitement as I tried weakly to hold him back with the last vestiges of control.

Neither my tone of voice nor my hands seemed to be forceful enough to invoke the "stop" rule. Carl reasoned that I had not actually used the word "stop," so he continued moving forward, ever so slowly. He looked down to the point where our bodies met and saw that the head was now completely inside my cunt. My soaked wet slits were stretched around his cock. He felt the cock expanded and throbbed inside of cunt. In reaction, my cunt quivered and squeezed cock tight.

I was moaning and moving head back and forth slowly, as if to say "no", but no words came from my mouth, hands, which had been holding him back, seemed to be loosening grip on his hips. Carl was free to do what he wanted. He had all the while wanting to fuck me and I had fended him off reluctantly. He knew my intention very well I was playing hard to get, that eventually I'll let him fuck. It was all shown on my face so to speak!

Carl pushed gently forward, inserting another inch of cock into cunt. Suddenly, Carl felt like he was going to eject and spoil the game. He needed to concentrate on something else, as I had taught him, until the desire to climax lessened. He used his hand to squeeze hard at the base of his cock and then he held very still for a while, thinking about football, baseball, anything but sex. When the threat passed, he pushed a little harder, forcing another inch into me. He could feel the warm confines of my cunt caressing and massaging cock like a soft, wet glove.

I looked into Carl's eyes. There was an electrical charge running between us, starting at our conjoined genitals and moving up our bodies.

In my cheerful eyes, he could see desire of love. In that instant he knew how love and sex fit together.

It was impossible for me to hold eyes open for long as ripples of pleasure rushed through me. "No, no, no, no," I whispered but made no move to stop Carl.

Carl removed his hand from the base of his cock and placed it on me. He was now supporting himself on his hands and toes; the only connection between us was our sexual genitals. His cock was now several inches inside me. Nothing we had done had ever prepared him for the feeling of my soft insides. It was tight, warm and wet. He could feel my insides quivering; the soft folds of skin rippling up and down his cock.

When Carl didn't move to enter me further, I opened my eyes, saw Carl staring at me. The only sounds in the room were from the clock on the wall and their pounding hearts. I knew that this was the moment. There would be no going back; if I didn't stop him now, I could never deny him fucking me again. We would become real lovers, not mother and stepson.

My cunt gave an involuntary squeeze around his cock. I tried to control the desire to thrust my hips up at him, my hips began to make quivering movements.

Carl waited me to accept him into my body. He never wanted me to look back and think that he had forced himself on me. The moments ticked by, **************, eye to eye, our bodies connected at one strategic point.

"Oh Carl, please," I begged in a whisper, my eyes almost rolling back in my head.

"Please what?" Carl asked, wanting to hear me say it.

"Please, please," I begged again, my mind in an emotional turmoil. I knew what he wanted of me but I didn't want to say it. It was wrong, so wrong.

Carl took another step to test me, pulled his cock partially out, like he was going to remove it completely. I immediately grabbed his hips and held him still, his cock only just inside my cunt..

"What do you want Marime?" Carl asked, again forcing me to make a decision.

"I... I... oh Carl! I want... oh... I want you to FUCK ME!" I finally said.

"Are you sure?" Carl asked, knowing that he couldn't stop now even if I said no.

"Oh yes! Please FUCK ME!"

Carl smiled, he had won this emotional battle, and now he could claim the prize. He slowly forced his weight down, pushing himself inch by inch into my cunt. He heard me moaned as he slid deep into me until his balls touched the soft skin of my buttocks. His body pressed down on me, feeling my burning body against his.

My hips began to buck up in spasm as my arms went around his neck, my mouth went to his shoulder and bit down, cutting off a scream of pleasure. It had been so long since I had felt a man inside me. However, this wasn't just any man. This was my stepson. I was fucking my own stepson! my mind screamed.

Carl was fighting for control and again had to call on all his strength to hold back his climax. He had never felt anything so wonderful. my warm cunt caressed the length of cock like a velvet glove.

He held himself deep as he looked at my beautiful face. Then he brought his lips to mine in an emotional kiss, tongue went deep into my mouth as his cock had gone deep into my welcoming cunt. I pressed my soft breasts into his chest, heaving with my labored breathing. Our bodies were connected from top to bottom.

He pulled his lips from mine and said, "I am going to fuck you now, Marime. I have my cock deep in your cunt. I am going to fuck you until you climax over and over. I want to feel that tight cunt squeezing my cock like a vise, squeezing all the semen out of me. Are you ready, are you ready for me to fuck you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard. I need it! I need your cock deep in me! Fuck me! Make me orgasm all over that wonderful cock of yours!" All of my control was gone, was lost in sexual delirium.

That's what Carl was waiting to hear. He pulled back slowly, hesitating for just a second, and then he rapidly plunged into me.

I screamed; felt like my mind had lost all control of my body, rapidly spiraling into a climax. I was fucking my stepson; we were now real lovers. The wet fucking sounds echoed in the quiet room.

Carl found strong staying power and used it to drive me crazy with desire. He was like a machine, his hips moving up and down in a blur. Time and again, he plunged deep into me, spattering my juice over his balls and thighs. His balls were now making a loud slapping sound as they hit the cheeks of my buttocks.

I looked up at my stepson just before I lost all control and said, "Oh...Carl....I love you." Then I closed eyes and body trembled. Suddenly, fireworks started to go off in my head, barely heard Carl's words of love as a climax roared through me, sending convulsions of pleasure.

"I love you," Carl responded with his last breath before he reached his ejection and began to release semen into my cunt. Squirt after squirt poured from him and into cunt, filling the cunt to overflow. He could feel my body tense as wave after wave of ecstasy took me to a place I had never been before. My legs locked around his back holding him a prisoner deep within my body. His life giving semen continued to surge into the depths of my womb.

Finally, Carl collapsed onto me and then rolled to the side, his shrunken cock slipping out, trailing sperm across my thigh. He pulled me now limp over to him. When he kissed my cheek and I didn't respond, he realized that I had lost consciousness.

Some time later, I stirred. "Oh Carl," I sighed.

Carl heard me and worried that I was sorry about what had happened.

I pulled away and got to my feet, stood above my lover stepson, looking down with inspired love.

Carl looked back, reading my thoughts. He could see that I was not upset.

How could this be so wrong? I thought.

Carl eyes traveled down my naked body, caused his cock to stir anew. His sperm had begun to drip out of my saturated cunt and run down my thighs, did nothing to stop it, loved the feeling; it was the evidence of our love pouring from my satisfied body.

I smiled down at Carl then held out my hand, led him upstairs to my bed.

By the time we got to the bedroom, Carl was hard again. I got him hard and climbed on top of him and rode him cowgirl and reverse cowgirl.

Later I took a submissive stance. I lay back on the bed and opened arms and legs to my lover stepson. His cock slid effortlessly into my saturated cunt and his hips began to move again. The rest of the night was a blur of sexual frenzy. Carl's youthfulness, stamina, endurance wore me out. I took back control and made him gave me cream pies to get me pregnant, to lock him down. That night he fucked me numerous times, ejaculated loads of semen into my womb, bringing me to the brink of exhaustion and ultimate satisfaction. We got tired, went to sleep in embrace.

When Carl awoke the following morning, I was not besides him in bed. He looked at the clock and saw that it was ten am. He crawled out of bed and found a pair of shorts to put on and then went downstairs. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw me standing at the stove fixing breakfast with a spatula in my hand and looking out the window with deep thoughts.

My mind was awash in turmoil again. There was no doubt that I loved my lover stepson like a woman. In truth, I had no regrets about what had happened last night. However, I knew that it was going to be difficult for us to have an open relationship. The future was very uncertain. Where would we go from here? How would we keep our relationship secret? What if somebody found out? It was all so complicated.

The light from the window silhouetted my body under the thin housedress. Carl stood and admired my physique form, he was feeling excited watching my behinds.

Carl walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing and nibbling my neck leaving a hickey and squeezing my lactating breasts and suckled nipples with slurping sound.

I reached up and touched Carl's arms lovingly then bent and kissed the back of his hand. A wave of love overcame me as tears began to fall.

Carl heard me sniffle and turned me around. "What's wrong, Marime?"

"Nothing, I love you Carl. You again left a hickey, stamp mark my body. You really want to possess me?" I said, smiling through tears.

"Marime, you took the words out of my mouth. We clicked so real. I want you, to show how much I value you."

"Carl dearest, I had given you my soul and body. Can't you feel I'm yours already."

Our lips locked together in a tender kiss. Slowly as tongues dueled, the passion grew. When Carl pulled back, there was a fire in his eyes, stared into my eyes and brought his hands to my housedress. Suddenly, with a tug, Carl ripped the front of the dress down the middle, shooting buttons all over the kitchen.

I screamed in surprise, "Ouhhh....mmmmhhhh...."

Carl pushed the ruined dress off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then he pulled me over to the kitchen table and pushed me back until I was sitting on it. He pulled up a chair and sat between my legs.

"Oh my..my....Carl, what are you doing?" I gasped but didn't fight him when he pushed me onto my back.

"Having breakfast," Carl answered as his mouth covered my cunt. He ate me like a man, my lover. His lips and tongue were everywhere he could reach. He ignored my plea to stop. Soon I climaxed over and over. Finally, when his jaw tired, he pushed my legs into the air and hugging my hips gently slide cock into cunt, fucked me, showed how much he want to possess me.

He heaved and thrust into my cunt deep to reach womb entrance yelling, "Marime, be mine. No man can have you....Ahhhh....woooo..."

"Ahhhhhh...Oh...My...my...!!!" I screamed as his long cock went to the bottom of my cunt in a number of thrusting.

As cock pounded into cunt, the table squeaked and threatening to collapse. Despite having so many climaxes last night, Carl knew that he could go on for a long time. Which he did, bringing me to climax after climax.

Just when I thought he was done fucking me, he picked me up and fucked me again, lifted me conjoined, as he walked around the kitchen, continuously moving in and out of cunt.

I was relieved when he said he was going to ejaculate. My tired body could barely take any more fucking. When he cried out that he was going to eject, I pulled him tight to me, legs wrapping around his waist and let him eject into my cunt once more.

I couldn't deny it any longer that I was in love with my own stepson. There was no going back. I want to be his wife so I decided that the future would take care of itself. Through all of the uncertainty there was one thing for sure, our love. It would see us through. I was positive we would be a coupling pair appear in public.

Our sexual relationship continued to improve and accelerated over the next several months. Carl was always insatiable. We had had sex everywhere possible, and in various position. However, there was one thing that they hadn't done, but Carl was afraid to ask.

On Carl's nineteenth birthday, I wanted to do something special for him. I prepared his favorite meal and we dressed for dinner.

After dinner was, dishes left on the table, we went into the living room, I put on some slow music and took Carl into my arms.

As we danced, Carl caressed my buttocks. Carl loved the way I looked in this dress. It emphasized my bums to perfection. It was skin tight and short, split all the way up to hip. He knew that I wasn't wearing panties. I rarely wore underwear anymore. It only got in the way of our regular romancing.

I kissed his neck, he caressed my buttocks. Then I whispered into his ear, "You like my ass don't you?"

"Yes Marime," he responded, squeezing my firm soft bun cheeks for emphasis.

"Do you want it?"

Carl pulled back from me, his stepmother with a questioning look on his face. "What?" He could see that his stepmother's eyes were burning with lust.

"I'm a virgin back there."

It took Carl a second to realize what she was saying. "You mean... you mean fuck you there?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes! I want to give my ass to you. It's my special present for your birthday. Of course if you don't want to..."

"No... I mean yes... oh Marime, are you serious?"

I kissed Carl's lips then took his hand, led him up the stairs and into our bedroom. Carl sat on the bed then I turned around for him to unzip dress.

Carl's hands were shaking as he slowly lowered the zipper all the way to the top of my buttocks, shrugged the dress off, leaving me naked but for a pair of high heels and silk thigh high nylons. I stood with back to him, letting him see naked bums. I looked over my shoulder and smiled, saying, "Do you want to fuck me in the ass?" I leaned forward and reached back, spreading my cheeks.

"Oh Beautiful...," was all Carl could say as he saw me spread my buttocks obscenely in front of him.

"Get your clothes off," I said and turned around to help him strip. Soon, we were lying on the bed naked in an embrace.

I turned on my back and grabbed a couple of pillows, putting them under buttocks. When I was on my back with thighs spread, I motioned to Carl to get between my legs.

Carl hurried to comply, kneeling between my raised thighs I looked into his eyes and said, "Put your cock in my cunt first to get it wet. Then fuck my asshole."

I then pulled him down to me, raising myself to put my mouth on his shoulder, sank my teeth onto the flesh and bite to leave a hickey as a stamp mark of love.

Carl screamed "Ummm,,,Oooo....Pain..," lamented "You want to mark me as your possession too? darling Marime?"

"My love we always think alike. You're mine as I'm yours."

"That very much settled I'm yours, You're mine."

He fitted his cock between my wet slits, a moan escaped from both of us as he pushed cock deeper into cunt, felt so good that he couldn't imagine anything better.

After Carl had thrust cock into my cunt a few times, placed my legs on his shoulders and lifted up until my arsehole was exposed, "Put cock in," I hissed excitedly.

Carl's aimed his cock at my arsehole. Slowly he pushed forward. He heard me groan and he stopped to look at my face, .eyes were closed tight I said, "Go ahead to insert cock in."

With his hands on my thighs, pulled me toward him and pushed at the same time. "Ahhhh!" he groaned as his cock slipped inside my arsehole.

"Wait, wait," I breathed, letting my rear passage get used to the large cock. After a few excruciating seconds for Carl, I said, "Okay, fuck me in my arsehole."

Carl pushed again and watched in amazement as his cock disappeared into my arsehole. Inch by inch cock moved until his entire cock was in. The feeling was incredible, soft, hot and tight like my cunt, squeezed every inch of his cock, from the base to the tip.

"Fuck meeeee!" I pleaded.

Carl began to move, pulling his cock almost all the way out before pushing back in. "Oh God," he moaned as my arsehole sucked him inside. Carl began to fuck faster.

"That's it, that's it, fuck me lover stepson. Fuck your stepmother's asssssss Oh Goodness baby, I'm going to climax. Oh yes, oh yes," I yelled as my arsehole tightened around Carl's cock. I screamed as I built toward a climax,

"Oh Marime," Carl moaned as he felt my body began to convulse. "I'm going to ejaculate too," he moaned. He pushed into arsehole as deeply as possible and froze.

I felt his cock quivered, I could feel him began to eject, intensified me building climax.

We both screamed in pleasure as Carl filled my arsehole with his semen. What a waste! If eject in cunt, many babies produced.

Two months later we were still not fucking enough...

Those following days were the happiest time in my life. My job was great, my lover stepson was enhancing our carnal relationship, we were truly lovers. Our relationship had progressed to the point where Carl had moved into my bedroom but kept clothes in a spare room for show. We slept every night together and our sexual relationship had become even more intense. It was hard to tell whose desire was greatest. Carl was still insatiable with me keeping up with him. I never denied him fucking me though I was dead exhausted. I lay dormant, lay legs spread widely to receive his majestic cock. My cunt widened and used to his fucking. It was pleasure, no more excruciating pain whenever he fucked me.

Carl was doing well in university, decided to major in engineering. He was taller, stronger, and even more handsome young man now. His experiences with me had made him much more mature then other boys his age.

There was still one problem with our happy life and I wanted to correct that. However, I wasn't sure how to approach it, had been thinking about it for months and had finally gotten up enough courage to bring out in the open with Carl.

Carl sensed that it was going to be a special night tonight. He and me were going to a show and then back home for dinner. That wasn't unusual. However, he could see a light in me, his stepmother's eyes and that always meant something special was going to happen.

As usual, Carl was waiting downstairs for me. I was wearing a tight black evening dress that was short on my thighs and very low cut, had a string of pearls around my neck that Carl had given me last week for my 39th birthday.

"Sorry I'm late sweetie lover," I smiled.

Carl grabbed my arm and turned my back to him. He leaned to her ear, as if someone could hear, and whispered, "Dearest Marime, would you take your panties off for me?"

I looked at him in surprise, quickly reached up under dress, stripped out panties. Smiling at Carl I handed them to him, watched in amusement as he folded the panties and placed them in his vest pocket, and then fluffed them up.

"Thanks Marime, now my outfit is complete." Carl smiled devilishly.

"You never cease to amaze me lover darling," I said, kissing his cheek.

The day was entertaining and went by fast. However, Carl noticed that I was anxious about something. I was fidgeting. He thought it might be excitement about the night ahead. After all, I had put off sex with him for a week, saying that it was my "time of the month." Carl didn't understand that because he thought I had just had period a few weeks ago. However, he shrugged it off. What do guys know about that stuff, he thought.

I had prepared everything in advance. The dining room table was set, with candles on the table, wine chilled, and the food ready to be heated and served. They remained dressed for the dinner.

"Marime my darling lover, dinner was perfect. Thank you," Carl said sincerely, lifting his glass of wine for a toast.

I brought my glass to his. "You're welcome Carl," I said, looking nervous, like I had something to say.

"What's wrong Marime?" Carl asked concerned.

"Carl, I have something to ask you. I am not sure how to say this." I hesitated for a minute then continued. "You know that I've always wanted more c***dren."

"I know Marime. I feel bad about that."

"I'm 39 and my biological clock is ticking away. We've made a commitment to each other so there isn't likely to be another man in my life or a woman in yours. I had hoped that I would eventually meet someone and marry again so that I could have the c***dren that I always wanted. The problem is, I fell in love with my own stepson and I don't want anyone else."

"I know how you feel." The thought had crossed Carl's mind as well. However, he was looking at it more from his perspective because he wanted c***dren as well but he couldn't imagine anyone else in his life either. We were stuck in a paradox and there seemed to be no solution.

"I know that I'm not saying this right so let me give you this and then maybe you will understand," I said, handing him a wrapped package.

Carl took the package with a look of confusion on his face. The package was small, Carl opened it, having no idea what to expect. When he had opened the package, he held the contents in his hand curiously, had a surprise expression on his face. He looked up at me and shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

I didn't say a word, just waited.

Carl looked at what he held in his hand. It was a circular package of pills. There were 30 spaces for pills, indicating that one should be taken each day. However, all were gone except the last seven pills. Carl looked at me with a startled expression on his face. "Uh... what... you..." Carl stuttered, his mouth wide open.

I reached across the table and took his hand. "Yes Carl, they are my birth control pills and yes, I haven't taken them for the past seven days. That's why I've haven't let you fuck me all week."

"But, I, I don't understand. You can't be thinking that we..."

"Let me try to explain," I interrupted. "I've done a lot of research over the past six months and have found that the rate of problems for c***dren born of an i****tuous relationship is really very small," she said pausing to let Carl absorb what I was saying.

"My Marime, are you serious?" Carl asked. He couldn't believe what I was asking him.

"Yes, my lover Carl."

"Oh my... you... you want a baby and you want me to be the father?"

"Yes Carl, I want you to make me pregnant. I want to have your c***d, Carl, before you answer, you have to know that this is a difficult thing for us. There are all kinds of potential problems. Even though we don't have family who live nearby, that is still a concern. In addition, there is my job and your college. There are all kinds of questions that I don't have answers for. However, I'm willing to take the risks. But I learned there would not be a risk of us having abnormal babies because we were not blood related, unlike a real **************. It's up to you. If you don't want me to have your baby, you can just hand the pills back to me. If you want me to have your c***d, throw the pills in the trash can." I said and paused for a long moment.

Carl leaped from his chair and tossed the pills in the trashcan. He hurried back to the table and embraced me. I now had tears streaming down my cheeks. We kissed tenderly locked lips, embracing each other tight.

Carl pulled away and went down to one knee.

"Marime, I know this is silly and that we can never really be married but my love and commitment to you is as strong as any marriage has ever been. I would love to father your c***d," Carl said, tears streaming down his cheeks.

I pulled Carl to his feet and looked into his eyes. "Oh darling lover Carl, are you sure you know what you're saying?"

"Marime, ever since I started calling you Marime I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone. You are everything to me and I would do anything for you. I want this. I want you to have my baby."

We brought our lips together in the sweetest kiss we had ever had.

Carl picked me up in his arms and carried me to our bed. He laid me down and quickly stripped and then he crawled onto the bed next to me. Kissing my lips, he slowly slipped the straps of my dress until my breasts were bare. He worked his lips down my neck to my heaving chest. He suckled milk on one nipple and then the other into his mouth, bringing moans from me. Then he turned until his head was between my legs and his cock was close to my mouth, we had a 69 position, worked each other to a fervor.

Carl pushed me onto the bed, took a pillow, and placed it under my hips. He knew that this would get the deepest penetration. He knelt between my legs, his hard cock pulsing above me, his stepmom's waiting cunt, our eyes locked together anticipating the moment of pleasure developing.

"Tell me Marime my wife to be, tell me what you want," Carl said holding his swollen head near my excited cunt.

"Please Carl, fuck me, your wife to be. I want your big cock deep in my fertile cunt. I want you to give me a baby! Fuck me, please, Look at how ready I am for you. Can you see the juice running out of cunt? I want your potent semen running out of my cunt all night."

"Oh lovely Marime," Carl moaned, excited by my screwy words.

Carl brought his cock to my wet cunt, placed his cock into the slit entrance. We moaned as cock slid deeply into cunt. The sensation felt so much greater because of what we were going to do; he was going to make me pregnant. It was the greatest taboo of all.

I felt Carl's cock move in and out of my cunt in a slow, steady motion, taking his time, building the heat and excitement. I wrapped my legs around him and pushed. When his cock touched womb it brought another moan from both of us.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard. I need it so bad, please fuck me," I gasped.

Carl began to pound into me like never before. Sweat began to drip off of him as he worked his cock rapidly in and out of my cunt, my juice splashing all over his balls, dripping down to the sheets. The pounding went on and on. Neither one of us could get enough of the other.

"I'm getting close Marime. Can I eject semen in your cunt or mine already to use forever?"

"Yes, yes, I'm close, keep fucking me. Oh God, oh God, I'm cummmmiiiiinnnngggg," I screamed pushing my hips up to meet him.

"Here it comes Marime, here it comes, take it, take all my semen," Carl responded, feeling the force of his load traveling down his cock and into my cunt, shot after shot of potent sperm flowed from Carl's cock into my cunt. We were moaning and shaking as our mutual climax flowed from one body to the other.

Finally, Carl collapsed in exhaustion on top of me. Our lips met in a final kiss as we fell off to sleep. Inside cunt, Carl's sperm was beginning the journey that would change our lives forever. I was not coy any more with Carl kissing, cuddling me. He know my soul and body belong solely to him. He can fuck me as and when he so desire all the times.

I'll sooner be impregnated by him at the rate he is fucking me. He wants to be a father to our baby.
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We planned to get married, legally possible, morally maybe not. We don't care what others see us. We want to be husband and wife.

We had finally crossed the line to be together forever. I was so happy, not in dreamland any more. Every time he eject into me we were closer to be parents. So excited, I screamed for joy.

I was awakened in my dreamy stance by Carl's voice, "I love fucking and coupling with my wife as frequently as possible. Though I'm very horny, I'll not force on you when you're not ready."

"Carl I'm always ready to let you fuck. Don't be shy. Just signal to me. I'll spread open my legs, my cunt will be for your cock to fuck. OK. Now fuck me, your wife with passion and love."

"Marime you're so wonderful wife. I'm bother if I impregnate you. I'm studying, no job, no income to support you and baby."

"Oh Carl darling, you so caring and considerate. You concentrate on fucking and impregnating me. Don't worry I have the means to take care of the finance. I'm worry that I can't get pregnant."

"Marime, I have the capacity, stamina and endurance to go extra miles to impregnate you. I'll fuck you frequently day and night."

"I'm 39 and my biological clock is ticking away. We've made a commitment to each other so there isn't likely to be another man in my life or a woman in yours. I had hoped that I would eventually meet someone and marry again so that I could have the c***dren that I always wanted. The problem is, I fell in love with my own stepson and I don't want anyone else. It was so horrific. Can we be parents?"

"Marime, wonderful to marry you. I know this is silly and that we can never really be married but my love and commitment to you is as strong as any marriage has ever been. I would love to father your c***d, I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone. You are everything to me and I would do anything for you. I want you to have my baby."

"Carl, Oh my Goodness... you...am I hearing you correctly.... you want a baby with me and you want me to be the mother? I am not on contraceptives. Fuck me pregnant. I'm ever ready to have your baby."

"Yes Marime, I want to be a father. I'll impregnate you to be a mother again."

"One thing bothering me. I'm studying and have no job, no income to support baby if ever I fuck you pregnant."

"Oh Carl, my dearest husband how considerate and caring you're to me and our future baby. Let me take charge financially. You just concentrate impregnate me. Another worry of yours. Obviously we can get married. I found that there is no law to prohibit us. Morally yes but we never let that bother us. If not we would not be fucking so many times. Correct darling?"

"Oh Marime. We are not **************. Yes we can get married!"

Carl pushed me back on the bed, took a pillow, and placed it under my hips. I spread wide my thighs for his cock, that cock would get the deepest penetration to deposit sperm in my womb, greater chance to be pregnant.

"Fuck me, your wife, make me pregnant with our baby. I want to be a mother again."

Carl climbed between my thighs and shafted his cock deep into cunt, soon ejecting semen as he lifted my legs over his shoulders to prevent outflow of semen from cunt. We locked lips kissing in this position for a lengthy time.

Finally, Carl collapsed in exhaustion on top of me, lips met in a final kiss as we fell off to sleep. Inside my cunt, his sperm was beginning the journey that would change our lives forever, we had finally crossed the line to our marital world.

We woke following morning, "So perfect a coupling pair we are!" I rejoiced heartily hugging him.

I was glad I made him jealous so as to get him said the truth his inner feeling for me. It is a blessing I heard from him he wants to marry me!

I hugged him and we kissed passionately for a lengthy duration, our hands caressing each other's body.

"Carl let have a makeshift wedding ceremony, joining us husband and wife in marriage."

I poured 2 glass of wine, faced each other, crossed arms holding glasses of wine and drank symbolically. kissing as we sealed our marriage vow to have each other forever. We were so happy, couldn't wait to consummate our wedding. Though we had been fucking in previous months for carnal pleasure between stepmom and stepson. Now we fuck as husband and wife, though not legal as yet, awaiting legalizing. I have faith in stepson, now my husband to take me as his legal wife. The only matter to me was he love me and want to fuck me only, knowing that make me a fulfilled woman whom I never was to my ex husbands. I can't wait to encourage him and show him my love for him.

Now I was taking a proactive role in our carnal relationship, at times talked vulgarly.

"Carl fuck me!"

"Oh Marime my dearest I always love fucking you. I dream of us fucking. I fuck you only from now onwards. My COCK is yours, Your CUNT is mine."

"Yeah, Carl you give me a new lease of life with you in my life."

Carl carried me to bed. We undress quickly, he lustily leered at my nudity, and I looked at his springy cock stood at attention, saluting my cunt. I spread wide my thighs exposed cunt to him. He licked his lips, salivating at my invitation. Wasted no time he acted swiftly, fore played me kissing my whole body from face to lips, belly, groin, thighs, soles; lay on me between my out stretched legs and plunged his fully erect cock into cunt, already drenching wet. We indulged in continuous fucking sessions the whole day and night, driven to exhaustion, our genitals conjoined, we fell asleep in embrace. It was the best and most memorable fucking I ever had, knowing I'm fucked by my stepson who really love me. It was so real. I'm in blissful paradise. My days and nights would not be lonesome any more. I can't ask for more. I have love and sexual intercourse with my 'new husband'. Still to others we must maintain stepmother and stepson relationship in public. In private we're husband and wife. It was perfectly for us to have such arrangement to enjoy our intimacy.

The next morning he woke up first. Eager for intimacy with me. Before long Carl had gotten a full erection, I felt his hardness experienced a sudden surprising surge of arousal, realized had turned on my stepson was electrifying, had never guessed that forbidden desires sexcite him, felt consumed by them, brimming with curiosity and excitement, I bluntly asked him if he had the desires for me. Carl was taken aback, saw his chance and was determined to take it, confessed all to me, that I constantly made him hard, how he fantasized about fucking me, how he wanted it to happen for real. It was all the confirmation that I needed Carl wants me as much as I want him. A moment later, we were in each other’s arms, French-kissing passionately, his hand greedily moved between stroking my bare thigh and squeezing lactating breasts. After fore playing, I led him to my bedroom, hopefully it would not be me alone in it any more. I disrobed and stepped stark naked into my stepson’s arms, as frisky as had ever been, tingling with sexual excitement at the taboo event that was about to take place. Carl took hold of me and began to kiss locked lips, long, open-mouthed display of love and lust. His hands roved all over my body, down back, over breasts, from there on we, stepmother and stepson could not remain apart. The fun began with me laying on the bed, legs parted wide, cunt fully exposed so that Carl could lay down and eat cunt. I moaned loudly, arched back, sighed with happiness as my stepson played with breasts, squeezed them together, licked, kissed, rubbed and fingered me to the brink of orgasm. I was so delighted with the job he did, that could not wait to get on knees and return the favor by stroking and sucking his cock, lips locked around his cock, fucked mouth up and down his cock. Sometimes I teasingly lick the head, the underside of his cock, deep-throated him and played with his balls, always kept him at the peak of pleasure. At last, son’s cock hard and slick as it could possibly get, ready to mount and fuck me, lay out on the bed and invited him to fuck me in the missionary position. Carl did not delay a second, holding my legs wide, inserting the head of cock into my cunt, he started pumping away with a fervor. His every stroke made me gasp and moan louder than before, he had me going wild, saying all manner of taboo things, how much I loved son’s big cock, and how much better it felt than his father’s. At the moment of coupling, we fucked doggy-style. the passion between us was more intense than ever by now. Carl drilled his cock extra deep and hard into me, his stepmother’s cunt, and tugged on her hair and spanked her butt in moments of dominance. I showed my actions, climbed on top of stepson and rode him in the cowgirl-position, Carl lay back and thoroughly enjoyed watching me, his stepmother this way. I raised and lifted, slid cunt up and down his cock with sublime skill and delicacy. At the same time he got a perfect view of my voluptuous breasts, sexily heaving and trembling from the vigorous effort of fucking. Shortly after, I got on my back, pushed breasts together in the cleavage, and invited him to slide his cock into the flesh-tunnel formed like a valley with flowing river (milk). Carl gladly pumped back and forth in my cleavage until he ejected, I eagerly taking his shooting semen into open mouth and onto breasts, then lovingly sucking cock clean.

I gasped at the fucking finale, whispered "Oh yes! Please Carl, make love to me... fuck me..again...and..again.! Marime, your wife, desire you all the time...you made me a wild bitch...but only for you my darling son...no other man for me. I'm all yours day and night."

"All in good time, Marime," Carl said as he grinned down at me, put his hands on my waist and turned me around, guiding me to sit on the edge of bed. I expected him to push me onto bed and then fuck his cock into cunt, but he knelt down between my legs and plunged his face between the thighs, clamping his mouth over wet cunt.

Carl's tongue licked labia and then cunt, sent a convulsion of orgasmic pleasure through my body. He slipped his tongue up and down cunt slits before plunging deep into wet cunt, amazed at skill he showed as he aroused me, savoring the flavors in his mouth, he closed his lips around clitoris and gently sucked on it, his tongue swirled around and around.

I thrust voracious cunt forward to get his tongue deeper in cunt, work in concert with Carl's strong hands gripped my hips and pulled firmly against his ravenous mouth.

"Oh, baby! You're going make me climax if you keep doing this!" I squealed as his tongue explored plunging deep within the folds of cunt and moving along labia.

This seemed to drive Carl into even more action, and he again changed his assault on clitoris, his tongue nibbling my flesh, pressing, rubbing, caressing. My entire body became stiff as blasts of pleasure spread inside body, first orgasm made me quivering. Carl continued his oral pleasure as I orgasmed, pushed his head away and laid back on the bed, quivering as the orgasms continued uncontrolled in my body.

"Oh Goodness, Please stop and let me catch my breath." I gasped with joy. He smile at me, knowing this was his moment of conquest.

"Marime...you ain't seen nothing yet!" he growled. Without another word, he climbed on the bed and reached out to lay me on my back and spread my legs. He moved over and as he descended, Carl guided his cock towards cunt. He shifted upwards and in one incredibly hard thrust, I felt his massive cock drove fully into my cunt. I shuddered, was amazed how easily cock fuck into cunt. Cock seemed bigger than I had felt before, stretching insides felt excruciating painful. I felt that his cock was only half in cunt yet felt completely filled already. Relentlessly, Carl slowly started thrusting in and out, continuing to feed more of his cock into cunt.

"Oh fuck Carl! Slow..Painful..." I screamed as his cock pressed into previously unreached ground, confirmed that he was even larger than his father as his cock fucked deeper into quim that no man had ever gone before. It stretched the walls of cunt and caused another incredible orgasm. Lights seemed to explode behind closed eyelids as entire body burned with an orgasmic fire, consuming me with pleasure. Carl paused as my body twisted and spasmed uncontrol.

When I recovered, humped up at him and he pushed up again until his cock was completely buried in cunt, had no idea how big cock actually was but that his thick cock was stuffed completely inside my cunt was so depraved and exciting. Carl took right nipple in his mouth, suckling the milk softly biting the swollen nipples to extract more milk.

"Marime so tasty milk. I want more. Hardly quench my thirst for milk."

"You're a big baby. my two breasts cannot be enough for you I guess. The last few weeks I had squeezed out and stored milk in bottles to give to mothers who cannot lactate sufficiently. Now I breast feed you my big baby instead. Breasts will have more milk once I become pregnant. Want to do me the favor?"

"Marime yes. My goal of making you pregnant. I desire your milk more and more each day. I love you."

"I love more of your cock, shaft cock deeper," Fuck me deep." I growled and thrust up against him, wrapped legs around his hips and pulled hard against him, forcing his cock deeply into womb. The pleasure was great made me orgasmed again simply from the feeling of having cunt packed with a cock I dare not ask for. It was wrong and immoral, though not exactly i****t, which added to the anxiety pleasure. Carl began to slowly pushed his cock in and out of cunt. The movement was so slow and deliberate, with about five inches of thick cock sliding back and forth through dilated cunt slits. With every outward movement of his thick cock, I felt the emptiness and u*********sly thrust towards his cock, trying to reclaim all of his wonderful cock.

"Fuck me, Carl, Give me all of it...fuck me with your big cock!" I moaned between orgasmic spasms urging him to plow his cock deeper into womb. Then Carl finally spoke.

"Marime your cunt...so...fucking...tight!" he grunted emphasizing each word with a sudden jab with his pelvis, again burying all of his stiff cock inside cunt. His balls rested against my flesh as he ground himself against my cunt, then he started to really fuck cunt, changing rhythm and angle so it was never the same for too long.

To me, it seemed to go on and on as we locked fucking. Never before had I experienced something like this as Carl lunged his cock in and out of cunt, my hungry cunt, an ongoing flow of tiny little orgasms as his efforts continued to build and build, allowing his own pleasure to grow and grow until finally he thrust himself as deep as he could.

"Oh Marime dearest, Going to eject...now!" he growled. With one deep thrust, he exploded inside cunt, screamed as his cock erupted in incredible bursts of his white hot, creamy semen bathing womb. The orgasm was like a detonation in belly, overcome with immeasurable waves of sexual sensations beyond anything I had ever encountered before.

I was in another world as the climax reached its zenith and then faded to a series of lessening peaks, abdominal muscles clamping around Carl's huge cock each time. The world spun around in the room and felt dizzy and faint, shuddering repeatedly as I calm down. At some point there was a huge sigh of pleasure and then the room faded away as I lost consciousness.

I woke in the full light of late morning and for a moment was lost until recognized was in Carl's room, lying beside him in his bed, felt that tired, yet wonderfully fulfilled feeling that only comes from a truly great fucking.

At first I just laid there, enjoying the fact that I had just seduced my dead husband's well endowed son, resulted in one of the greatest fucks I had ever experienced in my life, developed into wanting even more...wanted to taste stepson's cock in mouth, slowly eased body off of his and slithered down the bed until I could take stepson's flaccid cock in mouth. It was sticky with the mixture my cunt juice and Carl's semen, and the pubic hair above was matted with our juices as well. I licked my stepson's cock, relishing the taste of the combined fluids left there, had always enjoyed post-sex clean-up and found the flavor was delicious and very stimulating, ran mouth up and down the length of his cock, sliding tongue over the crown of his cock until it began to harden, felt the response, sucked him harder, taking him fully in mouth as desire built between legs for his fine cock to return.

Carl opened his eyes and immediately groaned "Oh Marime you suck great!" I continued for a few moments, torn between the desire to taste his cum and the desire in my cunt but my cunt could not be deprived of its need.

"I need you, Carl, you fucked me so well before...now it's my turn to fuck you!" I panted as I rose up and straddled stepson, landed leg next to his hip and slowly lowered my well fucked cunt onto his hard cock. When the cockhead slipped through the entrance, slowed even more relishing every inch of stretch as his wide glans rubbed the sides of my love tunnel, moans and groans grew louder, slid down his long pole until orgasmed when clitoris pressed against his pubic hair. I had his entire cock inside me but could do nothing except shiver and convulse as cunt spasmed in orgasm and juices flowed out, running down around the root of his cock.

When that first orgasm passed, resting and trying to catch breath. That placed voluptuous breasts right in Carl's face and he began to nurse on one, lifting the other with his hand to knead the pliant flesh. I rested there for a time, reveling in his attention to my breast, but finally sat up again, pushing down to get every inch of cock back into my womb. With my lactating breasts suckled by his mouth, Carl used both hands to roam over my voluptuous bosom, lifting and squeezing them while his fingers pulled and suckled puffy engorged nipples for milk.

Carl began to move his hips in response to the grinding motion that I pressed down onto him with. He had been quiet during the first round but now seemed to shift into another mode, forcing me to realize the depravity while he moved his hips in a motion that stirred my insides.

"Do you like fucking your own stepson?" he taunted.

"Yes, I want your cock deep inside me." I subtly grinned lustily as his cock twitch inside cunt, grinding motion changed to more up and down as he used his big cock.

"So I'm a stepmother fucker?" he said with a smile. "I'm fucking my dad's wife now! What kind of a slut are you Marime?"

"No more your dad's wife! He had passed away, gone forever. I'm now a single available woman, you want to have a carnal relationship with me, your stepmother? I'm willing to be your slut, let you fuck me! You want me, my cunt is yours as long as you want to fuck me. My mouth too." I said lustily. Being called a slut and that realization of i****t was turning me on even more sexually.

"Marime, you took words from my mouth, I hesitate to tell you. I can't tell you better. I can't suffer another unrequited love. I sure want to fuck you. Be mine Marime," Carl pleaded.

"Carl, come be my lover. I desire a new life. Be a man, take me. I can't wait to let you fuck. Don't disappoint me, my stepson."

"Marime, my dream come true. From now I love you as a man desires his woman. I'll not let you out of my sight. I'll fuck you day and night, to impregnate you."

"Carl hold your horse. Don't get me pregnant so fast. I want to enjoy you fucking me day and night, not giving time to nurture a baby."

"Marime I want fresh milk to drink from your nipples. I can still fuck you fully when you're pregnant. I viewed online pregnant women continued to enjoy fucking. I will fuck your gently."

"Then make me pregnant soonest., you greedy grown up baby! You have emptied all my milk!"

Carl was a patient lover, I had own agenda and was building towards another climax very quickly, slid up and down his erect cock, started another orgasm, arching back as body spasmed in rapturous pleasure, screamed as body was ravaged by wave after wave of muscle contractions caused by the incredible sensations sensual pleasure all over body.

"Damn," was all Carl was able to yell as his ability to hold back was destroyed by my incredible orgasm. He thrust up hard and gave me, his stepmother another load of thick, hot semen in womb. Each time his cock twitched a shot more cum into cunt, muscles contracted around his cock again, milking him for every sweet drop of semen, caused him to shoot again and the cycle repeated itself over and over until I collapsed on to the bed, half on him and half next to him, hugged my shuddering body until both fell asleep, cunt stuffed with his cock.

Later I woke, my empty stomach and full bladder screaming for attention, tried to extract from Carl's body but he woke up also.

"Honey, " I sounded urgently. "I need to pee, I need to eat, and I think I need a shower before that."

"Can we shower together?" he asked with a devilish grin.

"Not this time," I said, caressing his chest hair as I rose from the bed. "My body requires a little recovery time after what you did to me already. You go back to sleep for a while and when you get up and shower, we can talk."

"Just talk?" he asked as he reached up and palmed a breast again. I leaned into his hand and sighed, then pulled away.

"Well, we'll talk," I told him. "Then we can play some more." He eased back down to the bed and I went to room. I struggled to remove the corset, then started to remove the stockings, but they were covered with the combined orgasmic juices from our fucking, decided to just wear them into the shower and get the rinsed off before removing them.

There was a full length mirror in the bathroom, stood in front of it and admired myself. It was not the same woman I had seen over the last few months but a new person, pubic hairs and thighs were covered with dried semen while breasts and neck were red and flush from Carl's romancing, grinned back at the brazen slut looking in mirror, lifted and squeezed breast and inspected what they looked like all pushed up, with the hard swollen lactating nipples protruding with dark areolas. As I caressed them, breasts seemed more sensitive than before and soon nervous system was energized with a sexual vigor which focused itself at groin, clitoris and cunt.

I turned the water on and as soon as it was warm enough, stepped into the shower, finally relaxed let urine flow out, coloring the water bright yellow, legs were rinsed off, removed the stockings and hung them over the shower pipe. I spent quite a long time in the shower, carefully washing body, had to cover clitoris from the shower spray while rinsing as it was still too sensitive, last act was to fill douche from the showerhead and rinse my cunt. That finished, turned off the water and stepped out, drying off and moved to closet, thought carefully about what to wear. It was middle of the day so neighbors and passers-by could potentially see in the windows, but she wanted to be sexy and accessible to Carl, settled on a front clasp bra for ease of removal, and then put on a peach sleeveless sundress that buttoned down the front, unbuttoned the top until it opened to just above the bra, and unbuttoned the bottom to mid-thigh.

Starving, went down to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator, decided on a big breakfast, and pulled everything I would need from the refrigerator, started with the potato pancakes, then cooked some hickory smoked bacon and some maple sausage. The smell woke Carl and he came down the stairs right from the bed.

"Go take a shower!" I directed.

"But I'm hungry and it smells so good," he whined, imitating a **********. I pointed spatula at him and waved it in front of his nose.

"You will not eat at my table smelling...like you do, Also, we do not eat out food totally naked. You have time to go shower and put something on before you come back down. Besides, the neighbors might see." I told him off. Carl ran back up the stairs and jumped in the shower.

When he returned, in boxer shorts and nothing else, I had the table laid out with potato pancakes, crisp bacon, nicely browned sausage links, flaky biscuits, some ripe cantaloupe, and all the condiments. I shook my head at his "clothing."

"You are a smart ass wearing just boxers," I scolded him.

"And you're dressed not much better, " he replied, reached out and grabbed my ass through the thin fabric of dress. I wiggled away.

"Not now. I'm hungry." I motioned him to the table and sat across from him. We were both silent for a while, filling ourselves with food to replenish our depleted energy. As we slowed down, it was I that spoke first.

"Others can't know about us ," I said cautiously.

"I understand," he nodded. "But with my work schedule and your work schedule, it will be difficult."

"You can sneak into my room when you come home, you have such a hard cock in the morning," I proposed.

"If you want, I could accommodate that," he said with an assured grin.

"Are you done?" I nodded yes and he rose and started putting away the food. I picked up the dishes and moved them to the sink for rinsing. When the kitchen was cleared, he moved behind and wrapped his arms around me, grab breasts as he pressed his hips into my rear.

"Can I have dessert now?" he whispered lecherously.

"Why what do you have in mind?" I moaned. Carl stepped back took me by waist, turning my back facing the kitchen counter, lifted and sat me on the counter, he moved his hands down the front of dress, and started to unbutton more of the buttons from the bottom up until it was open to waist. My stepson looked at my position on the counter, then pulled and spread my legs more, exposing cunt in full view, with the soft folds of labia open and clitoris exposed just above. Carl lowered his face to get a closer look at the great visual exhibit. He inhaled deeply, slowly breathing in the heady scent of me, his stepmother's cunt.

He lowered himself to his knees so his head was even with my groin opening, his wet tongue passed through pubic region, licking the juices off slits, carefully avoided moving his tongue into the slit, building the anticipation and making me groan. He paused to explore inner thighs, kissing and nibbling each in turn. Still he avoided both inner cunt and clit, prolonging tension and causing juices to flow from cunt.

When his tongue finally moved between inflamed cunt lips, I was crazy with anticipation. He lightly ran his tongue down the length of slit, taking pleasure in the sweet flavor and wonderful moans of desire. He responded by increasing the tempo of tongue movements, licking cunt vigorously. Extending his vertical stroke, his tongue now traveled higher up, touching love bud each time to send further tremors of powerful sexual energy through my body. He took clitoris between his lips and sucked on it, I threw head back and screamed. He continued sucking on clitoris and added two long fingers inside my cunt, the sudden penetration of cunt was more intense pleasure and I screamed again.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled, body responding without conscious thought as hips rolled up to meet his thrusting fingers. The orgasm took me and he wiggled and shook as my body responded to the overwhelming pleasure running in my body.

As I shook from climax, Carl changed tactics, removed his fingers from cunt and grabbed my feet and placed them on his shoulders. This rolled my hips back and up. His tongue left clitoris and travelled down across my juicy labia, collecting the fresh juices there. Continuing down, he licked the soft ridge below cunt.

"AHHHH! OHHH GOODNESS YES-YES-YES!" I yelled. Carl had to pull back quickly stand up to keep me from falling off the counter as I thrashed about, a few moments recovered and was back to something normal; except there was nothing normal about the stepson of your recently dead husband eating you to orgasm in the kitchen in the middle of the day.

I could not stop the a****listic fervor in my mind, removing all remaining thoughts of indignity, slid off the counter with legs wobbly as Carl held me steady, sank to knees in front of him, face in front of his loose boxer shorts. Without coherent thought or plan, pulled down his boxers, releasing his large cock so it jutted out. Then suddenly stepson's thick cock in mouth, slowly slid lips over the bulbous head, then started working inch after inch of his cock into mouth, stopped when it touch throat, nearly causing me to gag, began sucking the cock with exceptional vigor, with eyes closed.

Carl groaned and reached out to a chair to support himself, not trusting his own legs. I sucked the delicious cock with more intensity, with enthusiasm suck the semen right out of his cock to envelope all of his cock. The huge cock responded by growing even bigger and stiffer.

"Mmuugglll," the lewd sounds of cock sucking filling the kitchen, move head up and down, fucking mouth with stepson's thick cock, fingers wrapped around cock and jacking his cock slow and hard, sucked the swollen cock, swirling tongue in and tasting the salty pre-cum as it ooze out of erect cock.

"Damn Marime, you are one great cocksucker! I'm real close to ejaculating!" Carl groaned, was not sure if I wanted his sperm in mouth or wanted to warn me. But the warning was music to ears and began sucking his cock even harder, lips making slurping noises, fist moved faster, rubbing up and down on the section of his hard-on that would not fit in mouth.

"Ejaculating...Now...now," Carl bellowed, thrusting his hips forward and forcing his cock another inch between my lips, eased back, frantic cock sucking efforts were rewarded with a gush of sperm from his cock. It was not a huge amount, his third orgasm this morning.

The semen squirting on tonsils, quickly swallowed it down throat, clutched the enormous cock in hand, wanting a taste of stepson's fluid, stayed on knees, jacking and swallowing every droplet of salty cum from the tip of his cock.

In the 20 seconds that seemed like forever, his orgasm eased, me, his heavy breasted, blonde stepmother eased back and raised my head from his crotch to look up at him, had a dazed and horny look, smiled at him and put hand out for help to stand up, cunt felt wet all over again, wondered how many times could get him hard again, pictured the huge, fat cock plowing into hairy cunt once more, ramming deeply in and out. I took his hand and lead him up the stairs...to my bedroom and bed.

So much had happened since those days at the end of high school when Carl and my relationship had changed so drastically INTIMATE.

It was during his senior year in high school that my second husband had died, leaving me very depressed. After months of depression and unpredicted circumstances, had fallen into a sexual relationship with his stepson, Carl. Carl had jerked off to fantasies about me, his stepmother and now it was real. The next six months were a whirlwind of sexual activity.

It settled down when Carl finally effectively moving into my, his stepmother's bedroom. For those two years, we were regular sex partners, and tried just about anything we could try. It was a trip of discovery for both of us. I knew that I wanted more from stepson.

Carl was eager to see me, his stepmother as well, I had eventually re-married, this time to Ken who was a great guy and he took care of me, his mother quite well, apparently including my abundant sexual needs.

Ken had done very well upon retirement. Ken's health began to suffer. Now Ken had died, and I wanted Carl, my stepson to come home and be with me.

At Ken's funeral I was wearing a black satin and lace dress that was gathered and padded to be respectfully covering yet gently seductive. It was reasonably high necked to prevent gazing on my significant cleavage and hung down to about mid-calf, leaving my stocking wrapped ankles and feet uncovered, arms were covered with lace sleeves to just above elbow.

Upon seeing Carl, I leaped out of chair and enveloped him in my embrace.

"I'm so glad you made it! I know I'm selfish but I wanted you here with me." I reached up with hand, pulling his head down to my upturned face, lips on his, the kiss I placed on his mouth was a lover's not stepmotherly kiss, and he opened his mouth to my probing tongue as I pressed against his lips, his hands ran down the still graceful curves of my body as he felt me press against him. Hearing voices outside the door, he broke the kiss and I backed away from him.

"Marime! This is your husband's funeral. What are you doing?" he asked quietly.

"Carl, I can't help it when I am around you! You have to understand that Ken died from prostate cancer so we've had no Fucking sex going on for a long time. If you still thought me, your stepmother was good looking..." I replied in a whisper. Carl took my hand and pressed it against his erection.

"My dearest sexy stepmom what do you think? Do I answer your question at all with the display?" he asked quietly. Just then there was a discrete knock on the door. Carl turned away from the door as it opened, wiping his lips in case I had left any lipstick on his face. Chaplain Stowe stuck his head in. "It's time to begin the funeral," he told them.

After the burial, the funeral home drove them back to the chapel to pick up their cars. I rode in Carl's rented car, and slid towards the middle on the seat, reached out and put a hand on his thigh, squeezing it, reached down to his crotch.

"I have a surprise for you," I said with a smile. He glanced over at me and I smiled that devious, temptress smile of mine. "No underwear." He glanced down at my lower leg, looking at my stockings, and the sexy heels I was wearing.

"Pantyhose?" he asked.

"Find out yourself?"

When we got to my home, there were already friends there, with a buffet of food out. They spent the next couple of hours talking to friends, hearing pleasant memories of Ken.

Finally the reception started to wind down, and Carl stood next to me at the door, saying goodbye to each person, thanking them for coming, assuring them that everything was okay that my stepson Carl would be staying to take care of my needs. When the last person left, I closed the door behind them and locked the door. Then I turned to stepson Carl.

We both stood there glued to the floor for a few moments. 'Good Gracious did he ever look good,' I thought. He was tall, muscular, his firm butt and thick thighs. His deep blue eyes were sparkling, staring at me his stepmom. Without hesitation I moved forward into his arm, pressed face against his chest and melted into his arms, embracing him tightly.

"Oh Marime, so good to see you! Been many months. Are you sure you want this?" he whispered.

"Yes Carl, I want this. Ken's journey was long and horrible, and I had to say goodbye to the man I loved long before his actual death. This battle started two years ago." I sobbed.

"Marime you never told me?"

"Ken did not want anyone to know. He was embarrassed by the weak man he had become. It's over now. I want to be your stepmom...if you still want me. I don't care if you go away again. I just want to live with you." I shook my head.


The warmth and scent of body was mind-altering and instantly brought back to him all the exquisite memories of our time together. We tenderly ran our hands over each other's body, eyes closed in a quiet moment reveling in each other's tender embrace. There was no need for words as the feelings of love and desire that flowed between us were extremely strong, made even more intense by the time apart and the need we each felt.

Carl tenderly kissed the top of my head while his fingers ran through my soft hair, enfolded me in his arms, pulling me tight to his chest and making me look up at his face. He looked down straight into my eyes, and then bent forward toward face, I stretched up to meet his open mouth, the touch of his lips making me feel pleasantly pleasure.

At first the kiss was gentle stepmother stepson kiss, I was stimulated by his apparent arousal as he shot his tongue into my mouth and our tongues wiggled and wrestled together, in a moment to become a passionate, hungry, sexual contact, The kissing had changed from loving to intense foreplay as I pressed against his chest, crushing breasts and hardening nipples. He reached a hand cupping my breast in his hand, squeezing it with his fingers. He could feel that stiff nipple through the satin of the dress and the stiff lace of bra. Breaking the kiss, he stepped back and looked at me with a contented smile, noting how my hard nipples to Carl suckling milk showed through the layers of fabric.

He moved behind, attentively rubbed my neck and shoulders, then found the back zipper, slowly, he slid the zipper down, extending this simple action into something that fed the anticipation of the pleasure to come. When the zipper had reached the bottom, just above the curve of my protruding derrière, he reached his hands inside the fabric slowly slipped it forward and off my skin, caressing my arms as he pushed it down. With the material gathered about her waist, I slipped it and let it flutter to the floor.

With his hand on my hips, Carl turned me to face him and then lowered his head and deposited affectionate kisses over my exposed cleavage and drew his wet lips along the edge of my black lace bra, felt his touch and desire spread throughout my body, coupled with the love for stepson, and wanted more, reached up and pulled bra cup down baring breast, I cupped and presented to him as an offering. This was the first time Carl had seen my naked breast in many years.

I remembered how much my stepson loved to suckle on breasts and watched as his mouth opened wide to couple to her breast, aroused as his tongue started swirling around and around areola, raising the goose bumps on it and making the nipple tighten. Carl moaned softly as he relished licking and suckling milk from lactating puffy nipples. I ached to feel cock inside hungry cunt and wanted to put an end to the wonderful but slow paced tenderness of his attentions.

"Oh Carl, my beloved lover, I need this. I need you so badly that I can't wait!" I said with a breathy whisper."

His eyes locked at me slowly undressing, in a moment my son stood naked before me.

Carl backed away and looked at me, his mother with a soft smile, taking a step back, he held my hand to step gracefully out of the dress piled around my feet, his eyes carefully looking my body from top to bottom muttered, "Body firm all over, any man would find desirable. You look absolutely desirable."

His bare body was any woman's dream for a lover. Carl's shoulders and chest were broad and muscular, but his waist and abs were leaned from rigorous workouts. I stared at his body and was drawn to him with womanly desire. My stepson had grown into such an incredibly sexy man, and now would regain him as my lover.

Carl moved forward, reached out to unfasten the front clip of bra to join the litter of clothing on the floor. With a motion he dragged me to him and as our unclothed skin converged, his chest hairs scratched against my nipples and aroused me even more. The desire was immense, grabbed his hand and pulled him to my bedroom, falling onto the bed. Stepson moved quickly on top, kissed intensely pressing his erected cock against my, his mother's pubic mound.

"Oh Marime," he gasped. "Remembering our good old times, I can't believe how much I miss you. I desire you immensely."

"I'm yours," I answered. "Take me. Fuck me. I'm horny to be fucked by you!"

Carl made a trip over my body, kissing, nibbling lips, throat, bosom, tummy, groin, thighs, legs. As many times as he had done this before with me, it seemed all new again and his hands quivered as he caressed thighs and grazed lightly over groin. For a moment his heavy breathing seemed so loud in the sudden silence, felt a warm breath of air brush across hypersensitive clitoris, his fingers lovingly opened my labia, stared lustily at me his stepmother lover.

"Marime, you are just as wet as I remember," he whispered. Carl moved my thighs further apart and moved closer to inhale the heady scent of my cunt. Then he moved closer and tenderly traced outer labia with his tongue slipping it between them to taste the insides. Even though I long for a good fucking, it felt so splendid that just moaned and shoved mound up against his face. Using his tongue, he commenced exploring the folds of labia as he frolicked amid the creases of cunt, I wiggled legs and groaned loudly in hedonistic bliss.

"Ohhhh...Ummm...Sensation...Wait not...Delay not..Carl fuck me your stepmother....."

Burning with lustful desire, I placed one leg over his back to hold him in place while grabbed his cock and pulled it right to cunt, his face traveled up to aching clitoris, teasing it with his tongue, sneaked two fingers into my slick and wet ready cunt.

"OH Goodness! Oh Fuck! Please, please make me cum! Don't make me wait...please!" I begged. Carl smiled as he took control of me and started to thrust his fingers in and out, continued to suck on swollen clitoris. I heaved back up, rammed pelvis against his fingers and face as I howled.

"Eat me, Carl! Lick my cunt! Cumming, OOOOOOOOO!" I screamed, shrieked as throbbing cunt clenched and squirted, furnishing stepson a swig of cunt juice to suck up, continued slurping cunt and jacking beyond the crest of my orgasm, lasted a few minutes before the spasms subsided.

"Oh fuck, I missed this so much! And you still taste so wonderful." Carl moaned with pleasure as he pulled his fingers out, continued to softly lick the juices, cleaning everything up. It was after a few minutes that he finally backed away and rose up between my legs, hovered over, cock swaging above hungry cunt.

Now I had desperate yearning, urgently craved the feel of my stepson's cock inside my cunt as soon as he could push it in.

"You...should...fuck...me...now, I know that's what you really came home for. Go ahead, Carl. Fuck me!" I panted between big breaths, started to lower myself impatiently, I reached a hand out to grip his cock and direct the erect cock between labia, I gasped and closed eyes, feeling the filling sensation of his cock penetrate into my cunt, stretched around the thickness of cock.

"Oh I love your cock, Carl! Yes...that's it! Push it deep into my cunt, honey." I gulped. Carl planted his knees firmly and positioned his hips to best maintain a steady pounding he planned on delivering. At first he commenced a slow and steady in and out stroking, using his cock to open me up, delving deeper into my cunt with each stroke. I raised head for a moment and opened eyes to look down, seeing his veined cock glistening with my own wetness as cock moved in and out of cunt. The sight of my son's cock filling me was stimulating, closed eyes and laid head back, started to hump back at him, feeling his rhythm and driving my hips up to meet Carl's every thrust.

"Fuck me...deeper, Please...deeper!" I panted. Carl changed his pattern to not only sink his cock fully into me each time, but to bottom out hard enough to make me grimace every time his cock-root stretched my cunt slits wide, each time it sank all the way inside, experienced fulfilled, feeling that missed for many years, cunt responded, squeezing and spasming around the huge stiffness of his cock every time he shaft cock in cunt. The depth of sexual desire for this i****tuous coupling became clearly pleasurable, I lifted legs high and wrapped ankles behind his back, used powerful legs to hump him, pulling him hard frantically fucking cunt onto his cock.

"Oh Goodness me! Please fuck me, fuck me good!" I sobbed. Carl pulled back, retreating until only the head of his thick hard-on was still in my cunt. The room shuddered as he came down hard again, mercilessly clobbering cunt with my breasts bouncing and quivering, humped back up at him, meeting his every thrust.

"Fuck me! Fuck meeee!", gasping and squeezing his muscles and urging him onward as I spasmed uncontrollably. Carl started fucking as hard as he could. Ruthlessly he drove his hips against my body, ramming his cock into the depths of cunt, felt the next wave of spasms surging up body and moved hands down to grab his ass, pulling him deep as ravished cunt clenched even tighter around his cock.

"Cumming! I'm cummmiinnnggg!" I screamed. The orgasm that started in womb seemed to burst outwards through my body like a conflagration. Carl joined in orgasm, screaming out himself as his cock jerked, ejecting huge loads of semen to quench the unquenchable flames of my climax. I released hold on his ass and pounded the bed, thrashed underneath him. Inside the pink walls of cunt gripped and contracted around his cock as the second load of cream gushed out of his cock. I felt the second load, felt it spray and spew deep inside cunt, inundating womb with a soothing load of son's semen.

Carl held himself until I stopped spasming and then collapsed onto my body, wrapped arms around him, flexing powerful cunt muscles around his cock to milk out every bit of sperm from his balls, shivered together as aftershocks passed from one lover to the other and back. He got too heavy and rolled him to the side, then held him until he exhausted fell asleep. He was so tired from the fucking we had, it was selfish to wear him out like this but did not feel guilty. When he was securely sleep, I slid to the edge of the bed and, covering cunt with hand in an attempt to stop semen dripping on the floor, made way to the bidet where I let our juices pour out, rinse and prepare for more fucking sessions when stepson awake..

Carl exhausted, and woke up early morning, immediately went to the bathroom and emptied his bladder. He desperately needed a shower and shave, plus he was hungry.

I was curled up on the sofa asleep, a book in hand, wrapped in a white, thick terrycloth robe. Carl quietly exiting the room he heard my voice.

"Sexy son! Go cleaned up and I'll make breakfast for us."

He turned and she was smiling at him.

We sat down for a full breakfast later that morning. For both of us, it seemed so much like that day so long ago when they had started with breakfast. My naked body wrapped in a robe and Carl in his very short training shorts.

"Did you get enough food?" I asked him as he set his fork down.

"Yes mom," he answered. "Sorry I ate so much but I guess I was hungry. Did I leave enough for you?"

"I'm not hungry for food," I said with a smile. "But I am hungry. Do you have what I need?"

Carl smiled and stood up in front, pulling down his shorts, stood with his cock flaccid but thick, hanging in such a seductive way.

Carl sounded, "Is this what you need?" I felt both helpless and excited gazed at stepson's cock, mouth, saliva began to flow considered how extremely pleasing it was going be when his cock served the load of sperm I suddenly had an urgent craving for, kneel before stepson, placing his cock right in front, it started to harden, I squeezed it gently, urging it to stiffen, waiting for a little pre-cum to ooze out, jacked the cock slow and hard a few times, making a drop of slimy pre-cum oozed out, picked it off with the tip of tongue, savoring the salty sweetness, shoved the now bulging cockhead into mouth, so good to have stepson's cock in mouth, made obscene slobbering sounds suckled happily on the thick cock, closing eyes to focus deliberately on the flavor and texture of the cock, squeezed hand tighter around the thickness of his cock and started pumping him, moving hand up and down on the section that was not inside stretched lips.

Carl stared down at me, sighing as he relished the incredible cock sucking he was getting. He used his hands to guide and encourage me, knew there was something more for him too, let go of cock and pulled open robe. Stretching my body up, wrapped soft breasts around his cock, enveloping them in the soft and warm embrace of my lactating breasts.

Carl looked down on me, his stepmother acting like a slut at his feet and knew that I loved him. But it was a love based in the understanding of what a whore I loved to be, would do nearly anything for him sexually because I trusted him and he satisfied me. The view of me beneath him pushed him closer, his facial expression changed from pleasure to concentration something resembling pain as he tried desperately to hold back the orgasm, a substantial load of cock juice surging up from his balls.

"Cummiiinnnggg!" he yelled as his hips surged forward. My stepson's hot, white semen gushed from his cock and went right to the back of my throat forcing me to swallow it before had even registered its taste. His second shot came quickly and this one I held in mouth, savoring the delicious flavor of my son's cum. It was the delicious morning cum, sweet and tangy, and desire for the taste of my stepson's cream was being satisfied now. Ravenously I hugged the surging cock between breasts, using them to jack it while sucking, single-minded to swallow every drop. When he finally stopped, I felt cozy and contented in my belly full of my stepson's semen.

"Come on Marime, drop that robe and let's go to the bedroom." Carl said abruptly, took her by the hand and led me to my bedroom, I let go of his hand went through the door and turned to close the door, turned back to him, paused, hands on the sash of robe, drew it open, baring big-breasted nudity and stood there as he leered at me. It was an unspoken presentation of a gift, giving him my total body, and he nodded in understanding and fulfillment, I stretched out on the bed, entirely naked with full-sized breasts jiggling, adjusted position on the bed to allow him sufficient room for a good fuck. Carl gazed at me, his stepmother as I elevated my long slender legs above the bed to open wet cunt completely for his fucking.

"Fuck me, Fuck my wet hole you mother-fucker." I hissed at Carl, he knew that language I was more than ready, so he moved onto the bed on his knees, his still firm cock swaying threateningly over my tummy, he moved closer, targeting his bloated cock tip at the puffy, red slits of my cunt, felt the cock stretching cunt opening and causing damp cunt walls to stretch and spasm to accommodate the thickness of his cock.

"Oh Goodness! Feels so good, baby." I sobbed as Carl held himself just above stiff nipples poked at his chest as his cock descended deep into cunt. When he was fully in, he paused a moment and I looked up at him expectantly, knowing what I want. he just started fucking me, heaving his lean muscular ass up and down as he stroked cunt, as his stiff cock slipped in and out of the velvety tightness of my cunt, I hastily started thrusting up to meet his strokes, lifting butt off the bed and pushed wet cunt onto the substantial mass of stepson's cock, urgently craved every inch of its length, belly fully stuffed with the mind-blowing thickness and length of his cock.

"Fuck...me...fuck...me...now!" cunt was pulsing intensely as his cock pulled out only to ram into me again and again, lowered his knees to the bed, straightened, and used hands to pull me on to his cock. Now he started fucking in a different angle as hard as he could, relentlessly ramming his cock into cunt, my bare, sweat-glazed body starting to spasm.

I sensed the orgasm rising up deep within, causing cunt to suck even harder around his cock, my face was becoming contorted with the intense pain and passion of the oncoming fucking, gathered the bed covers in my clenched fists, rolled head from side to side, held breath for a moment, and then exploded in a frenzy of motion as I feverishly pounded cunt against his cock.

"I'm cumming! Fuck...cumming, cuuummiiinngg!" I screamed, body spasmed violently in orgasm as fluid oozed out of my well fucked cunt, the bright red inner flesh glistening as it surrounded the fast-moving cock of stepson. Carl slowed his fucking as he found it difficult to stay connected with my thrashing body. Thanks to earlier blow-job, he had no trouble holding back his own orgasm as he rode on through.

It was a few moments before slowing down, aftershocks giving occasional twitches. When I realized that Carl's cock was still hard, and still slowly fucking me, I craved to feel his big cock next. And as soon as the thought came to me, it became a burning desire.

I begged Carl, "Fuck me. I need your cock in my cunt. Oh...My...My.."

Carl slid his erected cock forcefully into my cunt as I yelled, "Slow please darling....pain..so huge your cock...penetrating cunt ......"

"Oh my Marime, I'll fuck you fully satisfied. Ejaculate into your womb. OK?"

"Yes darling with pleasure. Impregnate me...I want a baby with you..."

Carl smooched me, top to bottom of my body, left hickeys as he sucked and bite, glided all over my body.

I screamed, "Oh darling son. You make me feel so much a woman."

"Marime, I'm a grown up man for you now. Laid back and let's enjoy the times of pleasure."

"Father a baby in my womb?"

"Yes darling Marime. What proper way to show my love for you...."

"Carl I am delighted you'll be our baby's father. Eject into me deeply. I am eager to be mother again with you."

We hugged and screamed excitedly, "UmmmHHH...Ohhh...Olalala.."

Later, after lunch, we were sitting on the sofa, the television showing some talk show, I was curled up next to him, a simple summer dress, curled tighter to Carl, placing hand on his thigh.

"I'm glad you're here, you make me feel alive, like you were made for me." I purred against his neck, ran hand over his crotch.

"Actually, Marime do you sense we just fit real well together." He put his arm around me, his hand naturally resting under breast, moved his hand to support the squishy weight, massaging it in his palm.

"I love the way you touch me, you have always been my best lover. No one makes me as horny as you do, but you always leave me insatiate. Are you ready to give mom more satisfaction?" as hand pressed harder against his crotch, feeling and exploring.

Carl smiled. "Mom, if you can make him hard, he's all yours." my eyes lit up and moved to knees on the floor in front of him. Unfastening his pants, his pants pulled down to his knees, I looked eagerly at the soft cock between his legs.

Reaching forward, wrapped fingers around the soft cock, wonderful in hand, warm and soft, gave so much pleasure, closed fist around it and began to gently move it up and down, encouraging the blood to flow into the cock and make it hard, continuing to rub his cock.

"I can't wait for you to get hard for Mommy!" Then pressed lips against his. In a moment his lips parted and i slid tongue into his mouth. Carl groaned as we French- kissed, experiencing the firm hand of mine jacking him off as the oral action of tongues augmented the carnal momentum that was building. Sandwiched between my legs, cunt started again to clench and ooze fluid, ready to be filled again with stepson's large cock, began to swell, his balls shifting within the skin sack. I broke the kiss and looked down at my stepson's cock, unable to resist the urge to pop it back into mouth, felt the need to suck on it and take it deep in mouth.

"I think cock wants me to wrap my mouth around it." Carl just smiled and nodded in agreement, slid down his body, rubbing my lactating breasts across his skin, move into position get my mouth and tongue working around his erecting cock. He watched as my head bobbed up and down on his cock, leaving it covered with my spit, wrapped lips tighter around bulging flesh and licked with tongue, caressed his balls with fingers, other hand pumping that potion of his now hard cock that was not in his mouth.

"Oh My...My...Marime!" He groaned as his hands wrapped into the hair on my head, felt him start to raise his hips from the sofa in an effort to stuff it deeper down my throat and knew it was time to move on. I really wanted him inside cunt, released his cock from mouth and sat up, pulling dress above hips, spread legs and moved busty body on top of him, straddling his legs. As I lowered down towards his cock, big breasts swung like pendulums within the fabric of the dress, erect nipples clearly showing through the fabric.

"It's time for Mommy to ride your wonderful hard cock!" I hissed. Carl sensed that I was enjoying, verbally emphasizing the forbidden desires of i****t, reached down and held his cock, guiding it to slide between wet labia. When cock had entered cunt, relaxed muscles and the head penetrated further in cunt. When I sat all the way down on it, the whole cock thrust deep up inside cunt.

"Ouff!" I grunted as cock hit bottom of cervix. The thick root of his cock spread cunt's opening almost to tearing, my soft backside came to rest on his muscled thighs and adjusted knees a bit to alleviate any discomfort and provide the leverage and movement wanted. Carl leaned back, content to watch me for a while.

"Are you going to ride your stepson, mom Marime?" he asked with a wicked smile. I just laughed in response, and then sliding a few inches of his cock back out of cunt before sensuously sinking back down to take his cock back into cunt.

"Oh yesssss," I groaned, placed hands on his muscled chest, felt his firm muscles through his shirt, pressed against him, using arms to help raise body higher on his cock and slide down again. This was not a pounding fuck session but slow and sensual, slowly building as it stimulated mind and body. I could feel wet cunt expanding and shrinking as his hard slid in and out, pushing slowly towards a powerful orgasm.

Carl was watching our bodies conjoined, his own cock slide leisurely in and out of my cunt, each time glistening with juices, was both lewd and incredibly erotic. Every time I came down on him he could see labia wiggle as every vein and bump on his thick cock, became more aroused, the excess lubricating fluid seeped out led down each side of his balls in a thin line of shiny seepage.

"Oh Goodness me, honey," I groaned with a shudder, getting closer to orgasm and wanted to prolong the journey, knowing the result was a higher peak, leaned forward and buried his face in my boobs, smothering him in the cleavage of lactating breasts, the same time started to plunge ass harder against his legs to grind cunt on the bulky thickness of his cock, inhaled and was about to tell him to fuck me when the doorbell rang. We froze for an instant. Then I looked at the clock.

"OH! It's Fred and Helen! They said they would be over this afternoon! You'll have to get the door while I get dressed properly." I whispered leaped up, pulling his cock out of cunt, ran towards the bedroom.

Carl was a bit shaken but responding to the urgent situations was not something new. He quickly got up and stuffed his hard cock into his pants. A quick survey of the room resulted in flipping a cushion to hide a damp spot on the sofa, spraying some air freshener, and opening a window. He got to the door just as they rang a second time.

Carl greeted them and invited them into the house, made the excuse that mom had been laying down and he woke her up before answering the door. They came in and sat down. This was the first time Carl could really check them out and register some unique items about them.

Helen was a beautiful woman, with natural red hair that flowed down to the middle of her back, 5' 7" and well proportioned, with what appeared to be normal, natural breasts, a narrow waist and nicely shaped hips. One jarring feature that he noticed was that she was older than Fred, likely about 30, Helen was likely about 40 to 45. Her facial features did not reveal it but her neck and her hands could not conceal that. Knowing that they had c***dren in the 10 to *********** range, Carl was very curious about how that all came about. He would have to remember to ask his stepmother about that later.

Just then I came out from the bedroom, smiling and freshly made up, greeted them both with a hug and they sat down and began to talk. I assured them everything was okay, and that Carl would be staying with me for at least a week.

Carl listened as they discussed the family business. According to the will as Ken had shared it, Fred would run the business, but I would get 40% of the profits if I outlived Ken and remained unmarried. Upon my death, all rights and ownership went to Fred and Rachel. They agreed that I would go through all of Ken's stuff and anything that did not want to keep, would let Fred know so he could decide if he or Rachel might want it. They again expressed their concerns about me, but I assured them I was alright, Carl would take care of my needs without revealing what my needs mean. Ken's passing was not sudden and, they both agreed guiltily, was a relief from the long sickness and horrible treatments. Fred and Helen left after another round of hugs.

Carl asked me about their relationship to Ken.

"Helen met Fred when he was in high school, she was his history teacher. Helen told me once that the second time they were in New York they accidently met on the hotel roof. After about ten minutes together they both knew they had found something special, but were both afraid to do anything about it." I explained with a smile.

"Fred actually took the initiative. The night after high school graduation, he went to her apartment and told her he wanted to be with her forever. She told me it was the most wonderful night she had ever known and the morning was good too. They kept it quiet for two years while he went to college, sneaking home every weekend to be with her. She got pregnant with their first and it all came out, but they weathered the storm and got married despite both family's objections." I heartily mentioned as I narrated their love relationship..

"That's so great, I'm glad for them, Now, where were we before they showed up?" Carl said, put his arms around me as he snuggled to kiss me passionately. I pushed him away playfully.

"We need to take a break, horny son, I need you to go to the store and get some food. Can you do that for me?" I said, moving quickly away from him. Carl agreed, list in hand, headed out to the store to pick up the items needed.

When he returned, he found the rooms darkened, with just a few candles here and there providing a dim light. As he moved towards the kitchen he saw his mother Marime and stopped in shock. She was facing him wearing a black chiffon style dress. The front was supposed to be a square elastic neckline, but she had pulled it down and tucked it under her breasts so they stood out, starkly in the dim candlelight.

"Oh goodness, you're back. We can eat in just a minute." I said innocently as if nothing was out of the ordinary, turned to the stove, watched his face as I exposed the back of the dress, pinned up the entire back of the dress so that the back of legs all the way up to waist was fully exposed. Wearing my favorite black "fuck-me" high-heeled shoes, ass lifted into the air and looked absolutely exquisite.

Carl moaned."Something the matter, honey?" I asked with malicious simplicity. Carl put the groceries down and moved towards me quickly, stopped him with a wooden spoon to his chest. "No touching until after dinner!"

"But that's not fair," he complained.

"I have dinner to finish, It would not be safe to have you pawing at me while I am cooking." I replied. He got down on his knees in front of me and gave me his best, sad and begging look.

"Please Marime? Anything at all." I smiled down at him, my grown son on his knees before me. I still had the power.

"You can stay right there and kiss, No fondling and no licking. And you stop when I tell you." I said, waving the wooden spoon in his face. He nodded his head up and down like a ********** again, I turned away from him and stirred the food on the stove. He leaned forward and kissed the soft skin of my derrière. my skin was soft and supple and smooth and warm and... He wanted it so bad he put his hands on my hips to pull me towards him, earning a hard slap from the spoon on his hand.

"If you can't play by the rules you can't play." He took a deep breath and started again. He softly kissed various spots on my ass, sometimes just barely brushing his lips on my supple skin, other times pressing his lips hard against me, wiggled every once in a while from his actions, but the limits on his actions were driving him crazy. Just as he was about to slide his tongue along my ass crack, I stopped him.

"Get up. Time to eat." he got up and carried the proffered dish to the table. The table was set with the fine china, two candles with crystal candlesticks, and two wine glasses. There was a bottle of Riesling already open on the table and filled the glasses. He stood by as I approached the table, exposed breasts swaying seductively.

Although it would have been problematic for any male to hold his focus when faced with a half dressed sexy woman across the table from him. Chicken scaloppini prepared with garlic, olive oil and pine nuts, served with risotto. There was also cauliflower roasted with slices of garlic and golden g**** tomatoes. Each of the dishes had rosemary in them, serving to unite the meal while each dish maintained its own identity.

We enjoyed a wonderful dinner together, chatting about various things. Once in a while touched hands but I wanted to pretend it was a normal dinner so Carl was forced to ignore that his stepmom lover was half naked across the table from him.

When they had finished eating, rose and started to clean up the dishes. Carl watched as my naked ass wiggled at him every time I walked away, and breasts swayed and jiggled when walked back into the room. When the table was clear I came back in and stood near him.

"Do you want dessert now or later?" she asked him.

"What is the dessert?" he asked.

"I have four small Cannoli, two with white cream and two with chocolate cream," I answered. "I remember they used to be your favorite and the restaurant at the mall makes great ones."

"I would rather have you for dessert now... and the Cannoli later." he said with a smile, stood up and, taking me by the hips, pulled me to him, as our bodies touched, our hands roamed all over the other's body as mouths met in an impassioned kiss, my breath was taken away as stepson's hands were all over my half naked body. Carl broke away, moved from my face down to neck to chest, where his kisses were so wet and arousing that goose bumps on my arms as I wrapped fingers in his hair.

Just when I wanted nothing more than to be swept away to the bed to be ardently fucked by stepson, he picked me up and sat me on the end of the table. He pulled the dress away, leaving me naked below the waist, then sat down on his chair, exposed cunt laid out before him like another delicious meal.

"Your bush still matches your hair," Carl observed quietly.

"Thank you," I whispered, acknowledging the complement but tense, anticipating his next move, blushed as stepson spread my legs wide apart to open wet cunt to access, even though he had seen it many times. The romance of the evening made it seem like the first time all over again. Carl leaned close, pushing his face between my legs and getting his first whiff of that familiar aroma. When he ran his fingers up inner thigh, I shivered, and stepson wiggled a single finger between the lips of my horny cunt, gently easing in.

"Does that feel good?" Carl hinted as he began moving the finger in and out of cunt.

"Un...huggh...yes!" I breathed, just started to play with it and it was already exceedingly wet and warm, cunt lubricated so quickly it amazed him, labia quickly became swollen while legs separated even more. Carl pushed a second finger into my cunt, explore the inner folds.

"Does this feel better?" he asked with a devious grin, knew exactly what he was doing, wanted so much to drive me to the point of no return again.

"Yes!" with breathing a bit ragged now. For a moment felt ashamed of what had become even as legs spread wider. I was laying half naked on the dining table in front of lover son the day after husband's funeral. The whole scene was so perverse and felt horrified about what a slut I had become to stepson. But since those days so long ago when I had begun fucking my stepson, my sexual appetite easily become overwhelming once stimulated to a certain level. Of course stepson knew every single way to do just that, even now, I could not help but started humping and wiggling ass eagerly on the table, fucking wet cunt onto Carl's hand.

"Ohhlalal Marime, you're getting even wetter down there. I thought women your age we supposed to be all dried up. And it's so tight for a woman your age."

"You're...such...an...cheeky stepson!" I grunted, loved the compliment even so. Each compliment from lover stepson aroused me even more. Part of that was also the knowledge that he had a big cock in his pants that was going to fuck me, his stepmother soon.

"Clitoris is so swollen, Marime," he added as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of slits, brought other hand up to the pink button that protruded at the top of cunt. Using just one finger, he started to rub it with a gentle circular action that made me gasp, body jerking on the table in front of him.

"Did that feel good? Maybe I should try some oral stimulation." he asked rhetorically. I had no answer to him, could only groan so Carl lowered his head to bury face between my thighs, pressing his mouth to labia, he started to lick and suck the tasty juices

After the first taste, it was a hunger that drove Carl to leave his tongue up and down the tender slits, licking the slippery cream from the folds of the labia. I immediately felt cunt growing even hornier, producing an even heavier flow of sweet fluid onto his tongue. He slid his fingers out of cunt and moved them to lift her cunt lips up and out, clearing the way so he could thrust his tongue deep inside the valley of love my cunt.

"Oh...suck...it," I gasped between breaths. The extreme pleasure of having cunt licked by stepson made all control lost, as he knew it would, leaned all the way back and clutched his head with both hands, frantically lifting hips off the table to allow him deeper access to cunt.

Carl pushed his tongue in and out of cunt, making me hump ass faster on the table. The clitoris looked very swollen now, convulsing obscenely for his attention. Stepson twisted his tongue over it, initiating intense surges of great pleasure running through my body. He sucked on the distended clitoris, I screamed out.

"Oh ..Suck me, suck me! Fingers...please...fingers...in again...need...to...cum!" I yelled, hands released grip on his head and held the edge of the table hard. He shoved fingers back into cunt tickling the puffy labia, sucked on clitoris much harder.

I held breath, anticipating the tense pleasure to follow, screamed, cunt spasmed violently on his fingers and luscious musky- smelling fluid surged from the cunt providing him a copious quantity of cunt juice to lick up. He kept his face buried between quivering thighs, slowing but not stopping his oral attentions to the cunt. To Carl sensing my orgasm from licking cunt was almost as satisfying as fucking me to orgasm.

I was in paradise, thrashed about on the table, a remote part of mind wondered if this was one long orgasm or just multiple orgasms strung together, continuing stimulation of stepson between legs just kept floating in the orgasmic world until it became too much for the nervous system.

"No...no...Stop...nnnooo...more." I moaned, reaching down to push his head away. When he moved back, I cupped hands over cunt, pressing inward to contain the throbbing spasms that seemed to emanate from womb to batter whole body, lay on the table panting, body shivering with the reverberations of sexual sensation.

Carl sat in the chair looking at me, his stepmother, held in place by his own indecision. Part of him wanted to pull out his hard cock and pound it into my cunt, ruthlessly fucking until he shot his load, also thought of just jerking off on body, spraying his cum on face and breasts. But he also wanted to take the long, slow path to the huge orgasm that came from extended sex. In the end, he knew this was the best path, and waited for me, his lover mother to recover.

I shifted from a post coital numbness through lethargy into full awareness, looked down and saw Carl still sitting on the chair, smiling and leering at me, tried to sit up but got a little dizzy and laid back down.

"What did you do to me?" I said shakily.

"I just did what you wanted," he answered, caressing my body gently. Although dress covered crotch, bare breasts looked so delicious that he shifted his hand down and gently cupped suckling on them, made me purred and leaned against his body for a few moments. Carl helped me stand up, steadying me as I walked to the refrigerator. After consuming two glasses of milk and three cookies later was much recovered.

For Carl, it was all he could do to wait and not assault me right there in the kitchen, naked breasts swayed and jiggled with every movement, but when I turned away from him, his eyes were focused on my slender legs and firm ass, to him I was as hot as any MILF in her 40s, and much more exciting. I interrupted his thoughts.

"I am going to take you to bed," I said as I walked right up to his chest. "I am going to fuck you until you fill me with your semen and if you survive I'll fuck you again and again and again till we exhausted."

"Marime are you sure you are ready for more?" he asked.

"I have been without your cock for too many days, and I have been without any cock for two years, so you have to make up for all that lost time." I answered, grabbed his hand and lead him to my bedroom. Once there, I turned him around so his back was to the bed, then unbuttoned his shirt and helped him shrug it off. Then I un-fastened his pants and pulled them down, helping him to step out of them, slowed when presented with his tented underwear, carefully pulled them down, ensuring they did not pull on his hard cock, avoiding touching his cock. This surprised Carl as he expected I would touch it, play with it, or maybe even suck on it.

Instead I pushed him backward so he landed on the bed, moved up and stood between his knees, lifting breasts to him. Silently, reached up and slid the dress off each shoulder one at a time, slid it down over my body and careful stepped out of the pile of cloth on the floor, cautious not to catch my shoes in the fabric, cupped breasts and presented them to lover stepson.

"You are a good stepson, this body of mine is my gift to you. I want you never to forget me." I said lovingly. Carl nodded and I moved forward and gently placed both knees on the outside of his legs, moved up the bed straddling him, leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips, my dangling breasts rubbing on his chest. I drew back and looked at his face to gage his response, but he just watched me carefully, not sure what to expect himself.

I tried again, this time with an open mouth kiss, our tongues came together and locked into a fervent kiss, was trying desperately to maintain control and take this slow, but my body seemed never to be satisfied and already wanted that sexual pounding that was to come. Carl had not said anything, but seemed to be passively accepting my actions, legs straddling lover stepson, pushed chest forward, thrusting breasts prominently outward. He understood what was expected and reached up to grab the offered flesh, cupping them and bearing the soft weight in his hands. I was experiencing exquisite delight as his hands fondled and caressed my soft flesh. When he pulled me onto him, leaned forward so he could lick around nipples, suckling like a baby.

No words were spoken now, just the breathing of two lovers, both needed the release that was to come, but wanted the feelings to last. Carl continued to suck on breasts and I could feel his erection, his cockhead now positioned on his stomach and covered by my labia. Experiencing his cock throb underneath me was more arousing than I thought it could be, and I started to push pelvis down onto his hips with an unhurried regular motion. After a few minutes of this action, moved hand down to his cock, then lifted his cock to place it in the opening of cunt, the cool feeling of air between legs made me wonder if juices had been dripping out all this time, but it made no difference. Without any hesitation, commenced to slowly sink down onto stepson's stiff cock.

Just as the swollen head of his cock was fully in, I experienced a small orgasm that unexpectedly tore through my body so quickly, could only squeal and shudder until it passed. When that preliminary instant of wondrous bliss passed, continued to feel the walls of cunt stretch as Carl's cock moved further up cunt, it filled the whole length of cunt, another bodily shudder as sensual pleasure emanated from body.

I rested there for some moments, basking in the incredible phenomenon of stepson's cock filling me once again. Carl waited as I rested, eyes closed, finally, I spoke softly.

"It's been so long, Ken never let me get on top, He said it was his duty to do me, not to let me do him. Don't get me wrong. I loved him and he was very good to me, in every way. I just need more sometimes." I said, taking a deep, shuddering breath, opened eyes and looked down at son.

"Does this make you feel guilty? I mean he just passed and all." Carl asked. I shook head sluggishly, then answered.

"I do miss him, but I said goodbye to the man I loved months ago." A tear slid down my cheek but quickly wiped it away. "His personality changed as the sickness became more pronounced, and I had to detach myself from him emotionally," closed eyes, signaling that the conversation was over; began to rock leisurely back and forth, on stepson's cock to stir gratification, teased cunt extensively with stepson's large cock, grinding on it. Carl squeezed breasts, kneading the pliant flesh and watching nipples get harder, milk jetting out.

"Yes, that feels so good...so good with you inside me," I moaned softly, changed position, rotating hips unhurriedly; occasionally stopping and using muscles to clasp down on Carl's thick cock, wished this experience could go on forever, but my lack of self-control was swiftly overwhelmed by lustful cravings, shifted into faster movements on his cock, now moving more up and down to chase the fantastic sensations that tore through my body. I impaled as hard as I could, ramming down repeatedly as I rode him for dear life, moved one hand to hold breast, using the arm to cover the other to control the swaying of breasts. I obviously loved this kind of proactive sex.

"Yes...Yes...Yes," I intoned in time with pounding, on the edge of the explosion, and Carl sensed it, reached with one hand tickling clitoris. The sensational feeling made me began wailing.

"Oh Good!....I'm cumming...cumming....ahhhh!", cunt pulsed around his cock and he froze, determined to hold off his own orgasm and bring me to that final quivering climax, shivered and shook on him for a few moments, then collapsed down onto his chest, crushing my breasts against his chest.

Carl wrapped his arms holding me to his torso as he raised his knees gave him all the leverage he needed to start pounding his rigid cock hard into my cunt. He drove for his own release now, hammering over and over with rapid hip thrusts deep into my womb.

"Oh Goodness!" I screamed, mind unprepared for this new thrashing cunt was receiving, nor the ferocity of thrashing penetration into cunt, just barely released from one orgasm, it just exploded again into another orgasm, as each sensation pummeled nervous system, felt a tiny explosion inside each time his big cock pounded into cunt.

I heard Carl yell something and then felt his cock twitch inside as he rammed it in as deep as possible. My thoughts become more unfocused as consciousness faded.

Carl thrust his cock deep into me, then felt the eruption of semen emerge from the tip of his cock to flood womb. Then I began an explosion of movement as I thrashed about on top of him. He held me tight as my whole body was consumed with a sexual seizure, extremities thrashing about, like body was clawing to get away from him. Maybe the pleasure had become painful, but he could not release me until his orgasm was over as well. He thrust fucking deep, each time releasing more of his semen into me, his stepmother's cervix.

The pleasurable sensation was continuous that became a series of relaxed shudders, then into drowsiness and from exhaustion. We continued romping and fucking continuously, hugged each other, kissing and caressing lost in time. We were exhausted and slept embracing, conjoined with our genitals.

Carl had no idea what time it was when he woke, but there was light outside. I was gone from the bed but the bed was a mess, with bedclothes bunched and twisted, and sticky and damp spots everywhere. Just as he looked around, he registered that the shower had just stopped. He lazily rested on the bed until I emerged from the bathroom. The towel I wrapped around my body only concealed the details but did not hide the allure of her buxom figure. He groaned as the thought of bringing me back to the bed stirred him. And I read his mind.

"No way!" I said. "You have had enough. More to the point, my cunt has had enough of getting fucked by your huge intrusive cock. I'm actually a bit sore down there." I motioned to the bathroom. "You need to take a shower and then we can have some breakfast."

Carl moved to the edge of the bed and stood up. His cock was indeed erecting at the sight of me and he grabbed it in hand, waving the thick but still soft tube at me.

"Are you still sure you don't want to go back to bed?" he smirked. There was temptation in my eyes, but I shook head no.

"I guess one of us needs to be firm for the best for us, No you don't! You get in the bathroom and take a shower wash all the nasty sweat off your body. I'll go make some breakfast and then we'll eat." I grinned, then quickly moved away as he reached out for me, disappeared out the door.

By the time Carl made it to the kitchen, he was indeed hungry. He wore tight PT shorts and skin-tight shirt. I wore a silk robe over bra and panties and he slipped behind me as I cooked, reached up from below and tickled panty-covered ass under the robe.

"Can't you stop?" I said, pushing him away.

"You made me horny looking at you this way," he countered.

"Behave yourself. I'm not steam up yet," I glare at him sternly.

"Easy I can arouse you in no time dearest Marime. I know you want me as much if not more than I want you."

"Carl, you so confident! Don't come near me. I have the tongs in my hand for defend against lustful misbehaved guy."

"Not any more, Marime. I behave and wait for you." he sulked and walked over to the cupboard and got out the dishes for breakfast.

Later, as we cleaned up from breakfast, he made a continuing effort to bump into me, touch me, and generally tease me into the mood once more. Finally my hands were empty and he took me into his arms. As I pressed myself against his muscular body, feeling his strength and his warmth through the thin shirt, his hands caressed my body, felt body response, followed by a twinge of soreness from my groin, put hand up and stopped him.

"Honey, I'm really sore down there. I'm not sure we should be doing anything so soon." I said sadly. He took my hand and placed it on his shorts, where I could feel he was fully erect again. The shorts barely contained the package so he took that moment to untie the shorts and they burst open to display his erect cock.

"So, what are we going to do about that, Marime?" I looked at him, my body already deciding for me. I wanted that cock in me again, and I thought of that other place.

"Oh yes...I know what you're like," I said, acting defeated. "This will be such a sacrifice, but can think of a solution for your problem."

"What do you mean?" Carl asked questioningly.

"What I mean," she answered, smiling up at him sexily. "Is that I will let you play back there."

"I don't know what you mean, Marime." He was acting so innocent but I knew that he just wanted me to say those dirty words. It turned them both on when I did.

"Yes you do. I know how much you crave my ass." I moved away, then undid the towel and let it fall to the floor. stood before him in a black lace bra that did not look strong enough to contain my big mummeries, and a scantily thin pair of matching black panties. "You can touch it, smell it, do whatever you want to it, as long as you do not hurt it." I sashayed away from him and headed towards the bedroom once more. Dropping his shorts, he quickly followed me with his eyes glued to the undulating globes of my ass. When he followed me into the room I kept my back to him.

"Please unhook my bra," I seductively asked. Carl reached out and unfastened the hooks, leaned forward and shook the bra free, letting it fall to the carpet, turned back with a teasing question.

"Do you like my breasts? Are they big enough for you?" twisting my body back and forth so breasts swung and jiggled. Although my breasts did sag from their own weight, they were still solid and firm, with my nipples stiff and extended, put hands on hips and shove chest out to him.

"You may handle and suckle my breasts if you like. Still lactating." Carl wasted no time, immediately took both breasts in his hands at the same time, enfolding them in his hands and watching how the flesh molded and flexed as his fingers pressed into them. He squeezed nipples between his fingers.

After some moments of this pleasure, decided to move on, pushing him onto the bed on his back, moved onto the bed after him, straddled him so panty-wrapped cunt rubbed his naked cock as it lay on his belly. This positioned breasts hanging over his face, dropped my breasts for him to suck, and he munching them into his mouth, one after the other, he excitedly exclaimed, "Oh Marime you still have milk in your luscious breasts. Please breast feed me with them."

"Of course Carl, this is reserved all for your consumption," I told him facetiously as he filled his mouth, continued to suckle milk from my fleshy breasts.

"Milk is so delicious. I'll consume milk for breakfast. Thanks for reserving all for me Marime."

Since cunt is sore and I can't let you fuck me there, I need to give you another part of me to relieve your sexual horniness.

"This is only to provide you release and I will get no pleasure out of it myself." I crawled away from him, turned bums faced him, then looked over my shoulder at him.

"Oh Marime dearest mom you're so lovable, how can I not love you more and forever."

"Hope you always love me intimately and never forsake me, your stepmother, your lover."

"Marime my lover stepmother I want you forever. Marry you and be my wife is my wish."

"I'm so glad. you stay with me and be in my life together. I want you be my husband too."

"Marime let's work on our future together."

"Yes. But let me satisfy your urgent sexual libido first."

"Marime you mean back entry?"

"I guess my panties need to be removed. Do you want to take them off for me?'

The way I said that and the look in my eyes made Carl's cock throb; or maybe it was the anticipation of dealing with my exquisite ass. Rolling to his side, Carl rose to his knees and moved closer. I turned head away and then lowered torso from hands down to elbows, forehead resting on the pillow in front of me. The downward angle of body forced panty-covered derrière out even more, truly accenting the wonderfully symmetry of my soft heart-shaped ass.

Carl was nearly afraid to move, the view was so good. He leaned forward, inhaling deeply as he took in the first whiff of heady musk, laced with the clean scents of my body wash and hair. His strong hand reached out to caress the round flesh before him, and that fleshy softness covering the firm muscle beneath was magnificent. The panties felt cool to the touch while my warm skin created a completely different feel as his fingers roamed the bums presented to him.

Moving his hands leisurely all around soft bum flesh, he squeezed and pressed his fingers into the softness, kneading in like dense bread dough. The brief traces of my sexy smell teased his nose and drew his face down to get more. With my ass-cheeks nearly touching his face, he felt the warmth of my skin and inhaled deeply of the sweaty bouquet. It was a complex perfume of body wash, clean cunt, and a distinctive sweaty smell that must be coming from my bum. He took another deep breath to take it all in, the heady smell propelling him to a new level of lustful craving.

Driven by that scent, he reached out and hooked his fingers inside the waist of those lacy panties, carefully easing them over my curved ass, revealing more of the soft, pale skin of my perfectly shaped ass. He paused for a moment to take in the fantastic sight, but was drawn to the cleft between those two globes. With his hands placed on each cheek, he pried them wide apart which opened my tight anus up to his examination. The cool air on my warm sphincter caused Marime to gasp.

"Are you okay Marime?" he asked.

"Uh...yeah," Ie murmured. Looking down, Carl could see my puckered hole looked perfect to him, not dirty or semi prolapsed like the nasty women in anal porn, just washed, was fresh and pink, with no shades of brown between the tiny ridges that radiated out from the opening. That special fragrance was stronger now and drew him to taste the flesh. When his lips touched my anus for that first kiss, my muscled ring contracted. That immediate feedback spurred him into crazy desire, and he assaulted the pucker with his lips and tongue while cruelly pulling my ass open to ram his face in the crack.

"Yes, you nasty mother-fucker, eat my ass. Slobber all over it!" I moaned. He licked and sucked on my asshole for some time, washing it with his own saliva. When it was completely wet, he pointed his tongue and pushed it in.

"Oh yesss, Fuck my ass...stick your tongue right up there...fuck it with your tongue." I sighed. The act was so depraved and kinky that it was incredibly stirring vocal response, hearing me talk so dirty, drove Carl crazy. He held his tongue stiff and pushed it in and out of my anus, pounding his face into my cleft and crushing his nose as he fucked the tight hole with his tongue.

It was during this anilingus that Carl realized how hard his cock really was. There was a desperate need to get his cock into my tight anal channel, probably was not ready for it yet, so he backed away and placed his thumb onto the asshole. Without hesitation, he pressed it in and my sphincter relaxed and sucked it in. He pushed slowly into my burning hole and it sucked the thumb deep into my back door. He looked down at my tight hole as he started to pull his thumb back out. My anus obscenely gripped his thumb and stretched outward, as if it did not want the little pleasure stick to leave.

"Are you staring at how my asshole pulls out? It's pretty sexy, isn't it," I asked quietly.

"Yes, How do you know how it looks?" he said dreamily, then absorbed all that I said.

"Maybe I've played with it in the mirror?" The mental picture I drew in his mind made him even hornier, if that were even possible.

"Oh my Marime, you're such a beautiful slut." I just wiggled ass as acknowledgement. Carl pushed in and out a few more times with his thumb, watching the scene below until he couldn't take it anymore. He gently inched his thumb out of the tight asshole and, taking cock in hand, moved the head up to my asshole.

He used the pre-cum leaking from tip to smear around my anus, giving it extra lubrication. He asked if I was ready and I said, "Yes Come in Carl.". Pressing the head of his cock against the little wrinkle, he pushed forward as I flexed my anus, gasped and said to go slow, but looking down Carl could see my ass was opening nicely and pushed a bit more in.

Following a few moments of patient penetration, the head of his cock was implanted into the muscled ring of my asshole. Carl paused to let me accommodate, and to make sure he did not ejaculate too soon. He wanted to hold out until I was ready for another total orgasm and cock was buried deep into my bowels. When I wiggled my readiness, he moved forward and, nice and slow, pushed in another inch of his cock. Another pause, then another push.

"Unngggh! You've got a really big cock back there, honey!" I grunted. He now had at least half of his cock filling my round butt.

"All the better to fuck your ass, Marime," he replied.

"Yes...That's what I want, Fuck Mommy's ass! Nice and slow so you don't ejaculate too soon. Shove your big cock right up Mommy's ass!" I said. I felt him place both hands on my hips and knew he would push the rest of the way in, but I beat him to it. With a deep breath, I relaxed and pushed back, slowly taking most of that huge cock into my rectum. I screamed, then relaxed with a sexy moan when his heavy balls tapped cunt lips.

Naked and exposed before my stepson, my asshole was itching with desire, horny sphincter was stretched tight around my stepson's cock, squeezing round the veined cock as it pushed ceaselessly towards the lowest point of my bowels. There was some pain as his cock tunneled into my asshole, but it was offset by an astonishing delight that grew with each moment. Soon I was humping fast and hard, moaning as zealously fucked my horny butt onto the enjoyable thickness of stepson's cock.

"Yes, fuck my ass! Please...I want this so bad!" I begged. Carl could not respond as my words were driving him crazy. He felt like pure desire, savagely bent on planting his semen as deep in my bowels as he could. He felt my sphincter muscles began to convulse out of control. He knew that I was at the edge of climax and he was only seconds from it himself. He longed to release the tightness in his balls and coat the walls of my bowels with semen. I felt him thrust deep and my sphincter stretched so wide by the thick base of his cock I thought it would tear me at any moment.

I reached a hand under my belly and groped through my pubic curls until found swollen clit, started rubbing the little bud frantically in a frenzy of i****tuous passion as I pushed ass onto stepson's thick cock.

"FUCK ME! Ungggh...Unngggh...cummiiinnngggg!" I howled at the top of my voice, Carl felt asshole spasm, clenching down hard on his cock and squeezing it over and over milking it. That action sent him over the edge and he gripped my hips hard to pull me onto his cock, thrust deep inside bowels, his cock jerked and unleashed a hot load of semen into my ass. Normally Carl shot two or three spurts and could relax, this time he was trapped by my tight ass. Every time my body shivered and clenched down on his cock, it responded with another jerk and pumped again. Even when his balls felt completely drained of their contents, my ass milked him. The sensitivity became so intense that he finally pulled his cock out and fell to the side.

Carl was a bit dizzy and out of breath, despite his daily exercise routine. He looked down and looked at his cock and saw that it was bright red, almost rubbed raw from all the sexual activity of the last two days. I had fallen away to the opposite side, curled up with ass towards him. My anus was still wide open, although bright red in color, and he watched as his own cum oozed out and slid down to my cunt. As he lay there catching his breath, he watched my sphincter slowly close up. It was so sexy that he wanted to move towards me and ram that hole again, but he was too exhausted.

Still, he couldn't take his eyes off my luscious ass and wonderful cunt, although both were visibly red and irritated now. It was amazing that he thought I was the most wonderful sex partner. After all, there is nothing more wicked or taboo than fucking his own stepmother, but it seemed for me to be the panicle of sexual pleasure. And a good son should always try to please his mom, right?

My thoughts as I lay there ran parallel with his. The only sex that I had ever experienced that was better than with my stepson, was their amazing compatibility, plus the deep love I felt for him that made this forbidden, hedonistic coupling so mind-blowing. Even as I felt the soreness and fatigue, I still wanted to be fucked by him again and again.

Later we had a nice long shower together, touching and caressing, but without fucking. Our hunger had been fully satiated and it was time to rest. The next day and the days that followed brought more steamy, hot sex.
Eventually Carl had to pack his bags and return to the university life. We hugged and kissed inside, so no one would see the connection, then we went outside where there was a brief goodbye. Then he was gone to the airport.

I waited missing Carl. I cried myself to sleep hugging the bolster.

Carl returned to fuck me every semester ends. We had extraordinary fucking but I was never satiated. Each departure mad me crazy. I can't let him go.

After his graduation and got a job, we got married in a chapel. The priest understood our relationship but he still solemnized us. I became Carl's legal wife and Carl became my legal husband. I was so happily contented. I found my love finally!

I never got pregnant though we indulged much effort. But we were a loving couple fucking day and night and whenever we could find the opportunity to be together.

Epilog – Carl speaks

About four months after Marime and I got married, my beloved wife died in bed in the evening when we made intensive passionate love. I couldn't accept Marime left me forever

"Marime loved sex with me, I have no doubt she went having an incredible orgasm. It was her way to live life. I love her very much."

I went over to Marime's house and wandered through the place, remembering our time together and missing her. I knew I would start the process of cleaning out her stuff after tomorrow's funeral.

After the funeral I did start to go through her stuff, trying to decide what to do with everything. When I got to her clothes, it was very difficult. Though saddening to know she was gone and would never wear the sexy items she had left behind, it was also such a turn-on to handle them and remember removing them from her body.

I also found a great amount of Ken's stuff, including all his Marine Corps memorabilia and his journals. I did look them over briefly, just scanning them until I found the period where he wrote about his first wife, her problems, and how they separated before he met my stepmother Marime. I knew what I had to do. It took about 30 minutes navigating through various offices at the Marine base on the phone to find her.

"Gunnery Sergeant Rachel Phillips?" I asked. She answered yes. "This is Carl, Merimee's husband."

"Hello Colonel," she said coolly.

"Gunny, my wife Marime passed away a few days ago." I paused so she could add her condolences but there were none. I plowed on.

"I am going through her stuff and found all of your father's Marine Corps memorabilia, shadow box and stuff and I thought you should have it. Can you come by the house later today?" She said she would come by around six, so I continued cleaning and packing until five, then showered and cleaned up, and then ordered some pizza for two. She arrived at the same time as the pizza and I ushered her in. She was still in uniform and did not even want to stay. We started to argue a bit but finally I told her to listen for just a moment.

"I did not get along with your father, but in going through his things I found a lot to respect about the man. I also know what you think of my mother and how they met. I don't know if you knew about it but your father kept journals." I pulled one out of the stack on the table and opened it.

"He talks about what happened between him and your mother here. I think you should read it before we say anything further." She opened her mouth to protest, but I just said "Read!" before she could say anything. She sat down and started reading. Once she was engaged, I handed her some pizza and she went on reading. It was an hour later when she stopped. There were tears in her eyes.

"I never knew..." she said simply. She had just found out how much of a saint her father had been. Her mother had been a psychotic slut, and he had pulled her out of numerous situations with other men. But the day he had found her with five young Marines from his own unit was the day he stopped caring. She had gone beyond dishonoring him, she had dishonored him in the eyes of his own men, and she had dishonored the Corps. It was in the fallout from that where he met my wife Marime. They were good to each other and good for each other.

Rachel never left that night, and although there was opportunity, we did not move into a physical relationship for quite a while. Maybe it was the officer vs. enlisted thing, or maybe we just were not ready. When we were ready...well that is a different story. After my retirement, we got married and I worked with her brother running the family business. When she retired, we moved to Fayetteville and together ran that portion of the business.

Rachel is not the slut my mother was, but together we found exploring sex a lot of fun. At this point, nothing is off the table for the two of us. We are also considering adopting a bother/sister pair of c***dren to create an instant family. I pictured Rachel as Marime when we fucked. It showed how much I love my Marime.

I need to end our story.

THE END