I’ve been thinking a lot lately, trying to understand my role in the world, both as a woman and as a mother. But one thing I don’t understand is how we divide ourselves, and from one, we transform into two. Mother and woman at the same time.
However, many people don’t understand that the two are one, and likewise have their needs, their faults, their desires. And just as much, they’re both capable of orgasm, to the point of howling at the moon and moaning like a whore in bed, riding a cock.
Difficult, right? Hard to imagine your mother doing that. But, believe me, she can do it. Just like a mother can breastfeed her stepson with all her love. And one fine day, no longer able to resist the man he’s become, she’s capable of climbing on top of him and riding his cock, saying all kinds of dirty things.
I say this because I’ve been there, in that mother’s shoes, I don’t know how many times, in my dreams. And not only that, with all the pleasure in the world I dream of swallowing his cock and sucking it all the way down my throat. I even imagine that if he wanted to fuck me, putting it all in my mouth, I would let him, holding his ass and doing it like in a porn video I saw.
And in the end, when he couldn’t resist anymore and ended up cumming in my mouth, I would happily drink his cum, and even leave the head of his cock clean with one last lick. And that’s not what a whore would do, as your limited judgment might tell you, given this confession. That’s what a mother would do.
Because a woman doesn’t suddenly transform into this immaculate creature, and leave all her desires behind. That doesn’t happen at the stepmoment of birth, nor when we breastfeed, holding in our arms that innocent boy who sweetly sucks our milk. One fine day, as a grown man, he might awaken the same desire in her, to offer not only his breast, but his entire body. And this mother, this woman, will have the same pleasure, or even more, in allowing herself to be penetrated, with all the lust she can feel.
Well, continuing with my quest to get closer to my stepson, things didn’t seem to be going very well. On Saturday, I spent a day full of anxiety, waiting for him, but he didn’t show up. When night fell, I still had some hope that he would get bored of the party and come home soon. After all, he had called me and said he was worried about me, to see if I was okay.
“You could still get ready and show up at the party”, he continued to try to convince me to change my mind. But I don’t think I would feel comfortable among a bunch of boys at an 18th birthday party. And especially since his girlfriend was there. I think being between them, feeling a little out of place, would only make me feel worse.
I just couldn’t stand seeing them together anymore, and seeing how affectionate he was with her. I know, it’s the most immature thing in the world, to be jealous of your stepson’s girlfriend. But that’s how I felt, and there was no point trying to avoid it. Better to drown my sorrows in a glass of wine.
Afterwards, I turned off the TV and went to his room. From his underwear drawer, I grabbed a pair of black boxers and, pressing them to my nose, sighed deeply, trying to capture his scent. At the same time, I started touching myself, feeling my tight shaft, and just by inserting two fingers, I realized I was already soaking wet.
I smelled his underwear and couldn’t contain my arousal. Until I threw myself on his bed, enraptured by his scent on the sheets and the pillow, and a strong orgasm suddenly took over. I fucked myself and bit the pillow, wishing it were his flesh. I’d love to suck and bite, nails digging in, feeling his cock all the way inside me.
Then, lying there on his bed, my body still recovering, as my breathing returning to normal. And since I didn’t have him to take to my bed, I kept his underwear, and they stayed with me that night, under my pillow… maybe to make me dream about him, since he wouldn’t be back any time soon anyway.
Monday, July 14th
Hi, Karen. Saturday passed by without a hitch, since he only got back from the party late at night, and I was already asleep, a bit sullen, not wanting to wait up. Sunday morning, I woke up looking grumpy and didn’t pay much attention, even though he tried to cheer me up.
Sunday was another day. Well, I can only say that everything I was feeling was confirmed last night. I know my stepson, and he wasn’t the same this past week. And the day, which started out a bit cold and dull, ended with that scene from the movie (which we went back to see again, mostly at his insistence).
I think because we reached an agreement and I gave him complete freedom, let’s just say I ended the day with a scene I never could have imagined possible: my stepson with a hard-on on the couch, jerking off, without any embarrassment! And I’m still amazed at the size of his cock!
But that’s (all) what happened. At the time, I held my own and kept it together, despite my excitement, but still a mother. After he went to the bathroom to shower, before bed, he came to give me a goodnight kiss. But he was already different, he wasn’t the same anymore… and neither was I, of course.
Kisses
Barbara
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Hi Barbara!
I’m rooting for you both so much, and I was happy and excited reading your story. Now I was thinking about something:
Do you think it’s honest of you to ask him to let go while you hold back? I think everything is going well together, but think about it. I think that to build complicity, there has to be commitment from both of you. Think about it, friend. I hope your relationship evolves in the best way, and if you need anything, I’m here!
Kisses and have a wonderful week!
Karen
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I woke up in the morning, and Sunday passed slowly. I was still a little upset, but he practically dragged me from the bedroom to lie down with him on the couch. And there we sat watching TV. He even made me some popcorn to cheer me up, and I ended up giving in. I can’t stay “mad” with my stepson, even if I want to. And he knows how to tease me.
That evening, after ordering a pizza, we stayed on the couch. Until he remembered that movie. I confess I didn’t even remember it anymore, as if it wasn’t that important anymore. But I think it was to my stepson.
I told him where I was hiding the flash drive, and he went to get it from my room. I guess now I would have to find another hiding place, but maybe that was my last secret from my stepson… and the night wasn’t over yet.
He put the flash drive in the TV, and before the movie started, he came back to me and asked me the same question from the other day. “What if I feel like it?” I thought for a stepmoment about what to say and at the time didn’t pay much attention to what came out of my mouth after I said it. “The only rule is, if you feel like it, go ahead,” and the movie started.
I had already memorized everything, every scene, and what was coming next, already anticipating exactly where things would get hotter. Once or twice, he had to shift on the couch, a little restless. And when he couldn’t resist anymore, I noticed his hand sliding down his shorts, in that suppressed desire to touch himself.
“What’s the rule again?” He seemed to be testing me, just to see how far he could go in our little game of one rule.
“If you feel like it, go ahead!” I repeated to him calmly. During the movie, there were a few mismatched glances, and I wondered what was going on in my stepson’s head. With all those raging hormones, I think it was almost time for him to give up and open up to me. And maybe that would happen much sooner than I expected. I just couldn’t imagine how it would happen.
Until the infamous sex scene. It was at that stepmoment that the stepmother woke from a dream, got out of bed, and went to her stepstepson’s room. And when she sat on his bed and began stroking his cock under the sheets, my stepson had that reaction of touching himself over his shorts.
On screen, things got even hotter. And now the stepmother leaned over the boy’s cock and began sucking it. My stepson seems to be struggling with that crazy urge to masturbate, right there in front of me, but he still holds back, tormenting his eyes with the scene on TV.
Until his stepmother gets on all fours on the bed and turns to her stepstepson, with that inviting look, trying to get him to work up the courage to do something. And what he does, as expected, is every boy’s dream. Kneeling on the bed, he positions himself behind her and begins to penetrate her, at the height of his desire, not only for me, but also for my stepson.
And at that stepmoment, he can’t contain himself anymore, reaching his hand inside his shorts and masturbating a little more intensely. Of course, it didn’t take long for him to realize that this wouldn’t work very well, that he needed a little more space. It doesn’t seem very easy to masturbate with your penis fully erect inside your underweare.
What happened right there beside me, right in my living room, was something I’d dreamed of for a long time, never knowing it would happen exactly as it should, like the most natural thing in the world.
No longer able to keep his dick inside his shorts, and as per the rule we’d agreed upon between us, my stepson simply grabbed his cock and pulled it out, throbbing and ready to explode. And while the two of them moaned on the TV screen from that incestuous penetration, my stepson let out that uncontrollable moan of his, and in the next instant, it happened.
Suddenly, his orgasm exploded all at once, a jet of cum so intense it reached his chin, leaving a trail of his cum down his shirt.
I swear, at that stepmoment, I just needed to imitate the woman in the movie and lean over him and suck what was left from the head of his cock, leaving it clean. And then I would lick up all his cum, which was there, shiny and viscous, the way only a caring mother would.
He was still sighing heavily, his breathing slowly calming and returning to normal. And I, in turn, had my pussy throbbing with desire at the unusual and delicious scene.
— Wow, you really needed to get some relief, huh, stepson! — I teased him. If I could say so, I think he even seemed to be testing me, just to see how far he could go. — But next time, you have to do it right, boy. You can’t cum like that and leave a woman just looking! — I smiled at him.
With the utmost ease, I ran my finger through his cum on his shirt and brought it to my mouth, tasting my stepson’s cum for the first time. Until a few days ago, that had only been the stuff of my wildest dreams, and I couldn’t even imagine it being possible in so few days, since I told him about the movie I’d hidden on the flash drive.
And now, there beside me, with his cock going soft again, but still full of desire for his mother to summon the courage to do something so unthinkable, my stepson still had a slight erection. And suddenly I wanted to teach him everything he needed to know to please a woman.
— If you want to please a woman, you’ll have to do this right, just the way a woman likes it… in her mouth! — and at that very stepmoment, he had a reflex that I swear made his cock come alive again. — You’re all excited, aren’t you? So cute! — I caressed him, smiling like any proud mother. — And now that I’ve tasted it, maybe I’ll feel the urge again someday. But I might be even more eager, and even thirstier too…
I was amazed that my stepson already had all that energy, still keeping his cock half-erect between his legs. I think if he kept that up, he’d eventually lose it; it was only a matter of time.
And he seemed to have understood perfectly, just imagining that I was serious about wanting to taste his cum, and then, of course, suck his cock nicely, as it should be done if you want your stepson to cum in your mouth.
— Go on, boy, go take a shower! — I told him to go to the bathroom and clean himself up.
And even keeping my lust under control, with all the difficulty in the world, later, in bed, I came hard, jerking off and fucking myself with the hairbrush, delighted with the way things were going between my stepson and me.
I guess we were close now…
