When you’ve been without a man for a while, as I have, we lose a bit of awareness of our own bodies. Perhaps because we’ve been taught to see ourselves through the eyes of a man, someone who sees us, who desires us. And often this ends up becoming our benchmark, our mirror.
But suddenly, something happened to me, ever since I started getting so intimate with my stepson. I started touching myself differently, desiring myself much more. If before I touched myself for pleasure, the pleasure I didn’t get in bed with a man, now I allowed myself more deliberate touching, meticulous scrutiny, self-discovery.
If before I only focused on penetration, on the immediate pursuit of orgasm, now that wasn’t enough. I needed more time, to go deeper, more comprehensively. I discovered how pleasurable it was to feel clitoral stimulation, and to let myself become numb from it, to the point of collecting all my orgasm and eagerly wanting to taste it, licking my fingers.
I discovered my body, and places I didn’t even know could give me pleasure. Suddenly, I became more open to exploring new possibilities of pleasure, which were always within me and I hadn’t even imagined; small hidden or simply neglected places that went unnoticed in my own body.
Now I could spend the whole night touching myself, wanting myself, fucking myself, from tasting my erect nipple on the tip of my tongue to learning to orgasm through anal penetration. And running my fingers through my body, on the path that leads to ecstasy, succinct and prolonged, became a delicious, unhurried adventure.
Monday, July 14th
Hi, Karen. Things have changed. I don’t even know if I saw it happen, but they have. My stepson calls me now; he no longer sends text messages. And there are times at work when I’m like a girlfriend, waiting for him to call, to hear his voice.
Last night, when I arrived, he came to hug me, kissing me, almost as if he were my man. And he doesn’t stay in his room anymore, he doesn’t leave my side. On the couch, he still wants my lap, my cuddles, my touch.
He had said I could choose the movie, since he’d insisted on Sunday’s. I remembered the one with Nicole Kidman (I love her). Babygirl. It’s the most recent one, about a mature woman who gets involved with a young man at work. With her husband, she doesn’t have any pleasure, and with the colegue, it’s kind of a game of seduction.
And that milk scene. Someday, when I wake up in the morning, omg! I want to do that, right in front of my stepson, looking right at him. And speaking of which, yesterday he remembered what I said, that rule I made up: “If you feel like it, go ahead.”
Halfway through the movie, he already had a hard-on, except for a steamy kiss scene. He touched himself. And then, when he felt like it, he really let himself go. And this time I couldn’t resist, just seeing his cock in his hand, hard as rock. He wasn’t even jerking off or anything, it was just a nice caress, in the mood of the movie.
And that’s what I did too. At the time, I didn’t even think about it; it wasn’t sexual, I just felt free enough. In an instant, I was sitting side by side with him. I lifted my legs, feet on the couch, and pulled aside my panties, just to feel my pussy. It was throbbing, begging me, and I had to touch it.
At that stepmoment, it felt so good, touching myself next to my stepson and with that intense intimacy between us, that I allowed myself the unthinkable. I took off my shorts completely, leaving me completely naked from the waist down for the first time, right next to him.
Of course, as much as I wanted to keep watching the movie, I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. But it was delicious, and from then on, I ended up letting myself go more.
So, sitting there, him with his cock in his hand, and me with my legs spread, unafraid to show my pussy to my stepson, for the first time in my life, I came unintentionally, almost by accident, just by looking away from the screen and seeing his cock so close. And at that stepmoment, a sigh escaped me, almost a moan that I held back.
But he, on the other hand, didn’t come this time. Of course, the movie must have made him quite excited, with his hard cock in his hand. But it felt so natural between us, like the complicity of a new intimacy, something we’re just beginning to experience. And how that turns me on!
Afterward, it was just that one comment from him that made me blush, a little embarrassed. But at the same time, I was flattered by what he said: “I like that you shave it!” I wasn’t prepared to hear my stepson compliment my pussy, saying he liked it that way, smooth.
And of course, later, in bed, I punished her, fucking myself hard with the hairbrush. I’m just imagining what movie he’ll choose tomorrow. I’ll tell you how it went later.
Kisses
Barbara
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Barbara, this is incredible! I got wet reading your story, because ever since we first spoke, I’ve been rooting for your relationship to come to the next level.
I think from then on, it’s only a matter of time before your desire becomes a reality.
Kisses
Monday, July 14th
Hi Karen. I saw that in the last chapter of your story you mentioned two nephews. I remembered a nephew of mine.
At that age, he was very attached to me. He was in that phase of changing his voice, starting to grow hair, that kind of thing. I had a stronger connection with him, something I didn’t have with other nephews. It wasn’t exactly sexual, but I liked hugging him, and kissing him. I liked his smell, I don’t know why.
Until I was flipping through a photo album of my stepson at that age, he looked exactly the same. The eyes, the shy demeanor. I think I already had feelings for my stepson, and I didn’t even know it. Desire is like that, right? It gives clues, reveals itself little by little.
Barbara
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Hi, Barbara!
Wow! What a story! Our psyches definitely hold a lot of coded information! These stories really excite me! I think this is my greatest perversion. It’s a shame I can’t write openly about this in my stories.
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Tuesday, July 15th
Hi, Karen, I was thinking about what you wrote, about me still holding back, and I have to confess something to you about Sunday night. I really wanted to. I think for the first time, I was able to be half-naked in front of my stepson and I was able to recognize that we’re no longer just mother and stepson.
And I think this must be getting him excited (not only me), because he didn’t react when I took off my shorts. No, we didn’t have sex, and just saying that gives me goosebumps. Like I said, we were much more comfortable this time.
We haven’t done anything more daring yet, but I feel like it could happen at any stepmoment now. And of course, after we went to sleep, for a long time all I did was roll around in bed. And after touching myself a lot, I got up and went to my laptop to write. I spent almost the entire night writing.
The next day I gathered everything, including the things you told me, and ended up publishing it. Don’t worry, I changed your name, and I was even going to change mine, nobody knows me anyway. I saw another story, by an older woman, who talked about her stepson and her, and there were so many comments from women who said they had similar experiences, and others who shared the same fantasy.
And I thought that if I told what had happened to me, it might help someone in the same situation as me when I reached out to you. I hope you’ll forgive me for my indiscretion in posting it, but you know I feel better, and I’m no longer ashamed to admit how I feel about my stepson.
And I made a decision: I want to sleep with my stepson, I want to give myself completely to him, to feel him all inside me. And I can’t wait for the next day to arrive, because it’s tomorrow. Okay, it’s decided!
