*All perstepsons in this story are 18+ years old*
If there’s one thing about desire that can’t be denied, it’s its presence. Once it reveals itself, no matter how subtle, nothing remains the same. And there’s no going back, no putting the genie back in the bottle. Once you give it a voice, its insidious stepsong fills every space.
And all it took was remembering that film, touching on the subject somewhat superficially with my stepson, for a spark to begin to burn between us, still half-unnoticed, wordless. In that stepmoment, that awkwardness, the averted gaze, is lost in the silence of desire. And even if unspoken, untouched, and contained, recognizing itself in complicity, it was already there.
With Pandora’s Box opened, there was nothing more to be done. It was only a matter of time, and every small gesture only revealed a little more of it. There was no denying it, and in fact, there wasn’t even a need. I noticed that suddenly my stepson seemed different, more affectionate, more delicate with simple contact, whether in his choice of words, in that exchange of glances, with his head in my lap, letting himself be touched, caressed, and seeking the safe place of childhood memories, where it all began, back in my arms.
Tuesday, July 8th
Good morning, Karen, I did what you said, and after almost the entire night, almost before going to bed, I summoned the courage to tell him about the film. I said I’d been impressed at the time, and remembering, I watched a video that had a critical analysis. He said he’d forgotten about it, but that at the time he was also impressed.
I asked him exactly what it was about, and he said it was because of the realism, and that it also left him dying to see it… He took a while to finish, and only when I insisted did he awkwardly say, “You know, Mom.” At the time, I still wanted to insist on telling him if he was turned on by the mother and stepstepson, but I was afraid I was moving too quickly, and it was also late. Maybe another day, if the subject comes up again. But it was good to see that he was honest with me, even about something that embarrassed him. But I see there’s a way. Any other tips?
I wasn’t familiar with that movie you mentioned, but one that touched me when I saw it, and which I rewatched about two months ago, is an old one called Womb. And, yes, I discovered it searching for films about incest.
After that other one, I started looking for incest films, and even some videos online. If you want to watch it, it should give you an idea of how I feel at the stepmoment. And it might give you a clue about how to talk about the conflict of a mother’s desire for her stepson.
Kisses
Barbara
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Wow, Barbara! You were quick, huh? I didn’t think you’d act so quickly! So, do you know that fear you had about continuing? I think that’s what you need to let go of.
A new venture will be a fresh start. You need to explore as much as possible so you don’t have to start over. I think you should be careful when bringing up the subject of this video again, as it will be very obvious that you’re forcing it. We need to come up with another way. I’ll think about it and let you know.
Thanks for the movie tip! I love it, and I haven’t seen this one yet!
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Wednesday, July 9th
Good morning, Karen, I’m writing this at this hour even though it’s all in my head. A little homework for you, not to detract from your stories, please don’t get me wrong. But I found this Helen on this website and devoured her story. I wanted to contact her, but there’s no email address.
I don’t know, even though she says the story is real, I have my doubts. Things get going and then suddenly everything happens very quickly. I would never do that, not because I don’t have the courage, but no mother would get that intimate with her stepson like that. These things require some kind of powerful event to sweep you off your feet.
Besides, a stepson on his first night with his mother won’t just masturbate for her. They’re much more excited to get straight to what interests them – penetration (don’t be fooled by this part, it might even fool men, but a woman knows better). But it’s worth reading.
Kisses
Wednesday, July 9th
Hi Karen!
Look, ever since I mentioned that movie, I’ve noticed something different about him, I don’t know what, but he’s more affectionate. Yesterday he called me at work, and he never calls me, he said it was nothing, he just missed me. And that night he came to sleep with me on the couch, all affectionate, wow! I’ll tell you more later.
Kisses
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Wow, friend! What a breakthrough, huh?
I think he’s going to kiss his girlfriend today thinking about you! Or something else…
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Friday, July 11th
Good evening, Karen
Something told me that mentioning that movie seemed to have restepsonated with my stepson somehow, I just didn’t know how until now. All week I felt like he was trying to tell me something, and I didn’t even know it was about that movie. But tonight he came to tell me that he checked to see if it was still streaming. He said he wanted to watch it again.
I think just bringing it up must have affected him more than I expected, and the mere fact that he wanted to see the movie again made me my knees tremble, imagining watching it again with him. And even though it risked seeming a little weird to admit it, I told him I’d downloaded the movie and saved it to a flash drive.
I swear, at the time, I thought I wouldn’t be able to, and I almost lost my courage, but if I didn’t take the opportunity, I don’t think I’d ever have the courage to tell him. Of course, I was afraid of seeming too obvious, and I wouldn’t even know how to explain to him why I downloaded it, but thankfully he didn’t ask.
He asked me to borrow it, to watch later. And at the time, I thought he wanted it so he could watch it alone in his room later so he could jerk off, and kind of out of pure naivety on my part, that’s what I said. Wow, he was completely embarrassed.
Then I said that if he wanted, we could watch it together, like last time. He was still a little thoughtful and asked, “What if I feel like it right away? You know…” and I said it was okay, that he could relieve himself later, but he still insisted, “What if I don’t have time? What if I feel like it right away?” I thought it over and said we could watch it right away, but that it was fine with me (and I can’t believe I said that), but in the end, he smiled and said we could see the movie this weekend. Today he went out with his girlfriend, and tomorrow I don’t know, but I’m here all excited, Karen. When we speak again l tell you how it went.
Kisses
Barbara
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Saturday, July 12th
Good morning, Karen. I still have to wait and see what happens after everything that happened last night. Today he went to his girlfriend’s house and is supposed to stay there so they can go to a friend’s birthday party later. But last night, in bed, I was thinking, besides the conversation I had with my stepson, also about what you said about your father. I don’t know what your relationship with your father is, but I was curious about what kind of fantasies you have about him. In my case, my father has always been very close to me.
After he and my mother separated, he lived alone for a while, and I even spent some weekends with him (I was about twelve). But I was very silly at that age. The most I ever did was once see his penis in the bathroom and for a while wonder how he managed to grow it, to get it hard.
Of course, I can understand a daughter fantasizing about her father, and as an exercise in imagination, I even tried to put myself in that place. I tried to imagine myself in bed with him, kissing or sucking him, or even more so, at that age when I spent weekends with him. Maybe if I had been a little more mischievous back then, maybe something would have happened.
Despite being a charming man, I never imagined myself having an affair with him. Thinking about it, if it had occurred to me, and if I had a fantasy like that, it wouldn’t be that hard to happen. And I confess that just by exercising my imagination, last night, I think I came a couple of times, touching myself in bed.
Wow, thinking about it now makes me wonder what it would be like! Better not, I think I already have enough problems with incest to keep thinking nonsense.
Kisses
Barbara
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So, friend!
When I was very young, I heard my parents having sex, and that awakened me to sex very early. It started so early that I wasn’t mature enough to want him as a man, yet. But I learned to masturbate, orgasm, and insert things into my pussy.
As a teenager, a close friend introduced me to pornography, and in the midst of so many things, I discovered incest. It became a passion, an addiction. I’ve seen everything there is on the internet about the subject, whether in books or videos. It was only then that I started to desire my father as a man. But nothing really happened between us, just fantasies.
It’s funny that I was the one who abused my father when I was little. I rubbed myself against him a lot. I could feel his hard cock in my panties while I was moving and even grinding. It was so hot!
About your stepson, I’m really rooting for you! Tell me everything, please!
Have a wonderful Saturday!
*****
Hi, Karen. Wow, I just got a call from my stepson. He was at his girlfriend’s house and wanted to see if I was okay. Sweetie! Look, something’s going on, just like in the middle of the week when he called me at work. He never calls me, only sends voice messages. The strangest thing is that I could swear it has to do with that movie.
I think it’s really sweet that you were aroused at such a young age because of your father. This means that even without knowing it, in some way he was the first man in your life. I wish I had had someone so special, someone who, even if only in fantasy, would stay with me for the rest of my life. My first, and ex-husband, was nothing but a disappointment. The only good thing he gave me were my children.
I keep imagining the scene you described, you still young in your father’s lap. But I don’t think it’s that unusual; maybe it’s part of every girl’s imagination at that stage — I mean, longing for their own father. I don’t know how you fantasized about him, but I think mine last night was a little more daring than your romp in your father’s lap.
Maybe having a glass of wine helped, because of the chill, but since I couldn’t get my stepson out of my head all night, there was a stepmoment when the image of the two of them came to me, my father and my stepson, only in a double penetration. While my father thrust into me from below, I reclined on his lap, letting my stepson come on top, thrusting into me at the same time.
I think that between mine and yours, mine won out, more for the naughtiness than the sweetness of your childhood memory. But I think it’s really beautiful that you have so many fantasies, even as a virgin. This is due to your memories with your father, and they must be good memories that fuel your stories. I know many women who don’t have that to say about their childhood, or even their first experience with men. Lucky you. I think when you have your first time, it will be wonderful.
Kisses
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Barbara, when I was young, it wasn’t desire for him. I discovered my body’s reactions to him! I felt aroused and relieved myself without knowing what was happening! I rubbed myself against him and felt that delicious sensation, and I continued there until I couldn’t anymore.
In my early teens, that became desire! The worst part is that my father knew everything that was going on! We were complicit in this, but we were never open to discussing it.
My father wasn’t the first man in my life. He’s the only one, because I’ve never found anyone who can replace him in that sense. I’ve been with guys who had some pretty naughty hookups, but none of them came close to what I felt with my father. I don’t know if this is common or not, because it’s a taboo subject that we have a lot of difficulty discussing with other people, no matter how close they are.
Regarding what you went through yesterday, I think you must have “hormones running high,” right? I have the impression that incest enslaves its practitioners. I think if you surrender yourself to your child, you’ll never be able to feel the same pleasure again.
Are you ready for this? Because I don’t think it’s long before it happens!
