Three with Penny Pax
I know it's immature for me to be with my Mom at my age. I'm a senior in High School, and Mom tells me I will have to learn how to in my own bed if I am going to college. "I can't crawl into your dorm room bed," she sweetly tells me. My mother and I have a special relationship, I'm most happy when I'm with her, and when I'm apart from her I am always thinking about how to please her. I guess you could call me a "mama's boy," but if you could feel what it's like to be around her you'd understand.
Mom has recently traded in her flannel pajamas for satin nighties, she's been putting on expensive lotions, and she bought a membership at a gym. I coyly asked her last night when I saw her slip on a silky black gown with lace trim if she 'bought new pajamas?' She smiled and explained, "I want to feel beautiful even if your father isn't around anymore." I struggled to respond, do I tell her she looks beautiful, sexy, should I tell her that whatever she wears is sexy? "I like it, Mom." Her eyes sparkled as she smiled and kissed me, "good, at least I can still impress you."
I wake up to hear her reach over on the night table. I peek over my shoulder and see her turning down the sound on her iPad. She begins to watch a porn video, and the male actor calls the woman, "mommy." I hold my breath. Could she fantasize about with me? I listen to my mother moan, I her her fingers slip in and out of her wet pussy. I'm throbbing hard. I muster the courage to peek over my shoulder again. She catches me!
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I had sex with my step-mother, it was everything I could have imagined and then some, passionate, aggressive, and affectionate, all at the same time. I guess you'd have to understand my relationship with my step-mother to understand how it happened, and why I allowed it to happen, knowing full well that having sex with a relative is wrong (so society says). I think my step-mother groomed me for this day, for a long time, before it actually happened. I could never admit to anyone, except you anonymously, that my step-mother had taken a sexual interest in me every since I became a man. I could never say it out loud, hell-- I wouldn't confess to anyone in real life that I had sex with my step-mother, but this is my story, judge me, see the story as unusually erotic, or just watch with interest that you'd have in an unusual experiment or sideshow curiosity.
How many of you reading this "just give in" to their step-mothers? You could easily be in my place, that is.. if your step-mom is as tempting as mine is: a petite beauty with natural red hair, full breasts, little waist, sapphire blue eyes, and a wicked hot mind that wants to please me, but also has her own needs that demand to be filled.
My step-mom raised me and my older brother by working two jobs, and then somehow finding the time to attend all of our hockey games. My step-mom was admired by all my friends, and all of my friends' fathers whenever she'd show up in her four inch heels and pencil dresses. My step-mom has the face of an angel, her hair tied tightly in a bun, but the slit in her skirt, and her low cut blouses never made her look like the frumpy sort. They'd gawk at her and say crude things about her. I got into a few fights, in my youthful days, when guys on my team would joke about how they'd like to fuck her; my step-mom was a lady, and in a way, I felt like she was my lady.
"A step-mother had needs," she'd tell me after she came home from work, kicking off her heels and setting her stocking covered feet in my lap. She'd sit in her favorite tufted chair, throw her head back in relief and pain as I massaged her feet. I would complain about the chore at first, but I soon saw how happy my massage made my step-mom, and I was happy to help in some way, after all, she does so much for us. There were times when she would instruct me to massage her in ways that were a little questionable by society's standards, but she always kept clothed, so I saw nothing wrong about it. I'd massage her feet and she'd softly moan, "higher," until I was massaging her calves, "higher, her thighs, and she'd moan when I hit the spot between her thighs. I knew it was wrong so I pretended to not realize that I was massaging my step-mother's pussy, but I would still do it, my cock aching and hard as I'd rub her and listen to her cum.
Fast forward to when I married Sabine, a foreign exchange student from France. We went to school together and fell in love fast. I always thought she was a little dirty and a little classy, just like my step-mother, but even though the two looked alike they didn't get along. Sabine would try to keep me away from her, "your relationship with your step-mom is creepy, let her hire a masseur if she wants a massage," she'd tell me. I made the mistake of telling Sabine how much massaging a woman's feet in stocking turned me on, especially when the toes cracked, as my step-mother's used to do, when I'd massage hers. I told Sabine she was crazy to think I had any sort of sexual attraction to my step-mom, or that I thought of my step-mother when I massaged her! Sabine demanded that I move to France with her to prove that there is nothing sexual going on with me and my step-mom. I agreed to follow my wife to this foreign land, even though it pained me to be separated from my beloved step-mother. My marriage to my wife lasted for six years, six long years away from my step-step-mother with only a few conversations with her on our birthdays and Holidays. Sabine and I still loved each other but were never madly in love, and that was the problem, when you love someone, you should burn for each other, the type of love that's written in love stories, the passion that you hear in a good love song, and we were more like roommates. The years would go by and my step-mother's advice, "never settle" would haunt me. I was relieved when Sabine brought divorce papers home before I had to. It's better this way, but yeah-- it hurts, oh.. I really need my step-mother.
I took the first flight home to the States, I barely had time to pack, and no time to warn her of my arrival. I was hoping she'd be free when I rang her in the rental car, "Mom?" I heard her sweet voice answer mine, she gave me that dreaded "I told you so" about Sabine not being the right woman for me, and sweetly demanded that I come to stay with her.
It's February 14, Valentine's Day, and I see the light under my son's bedroom door. My son is a little bit of a ladies man, he's not been home on Valentine's Day in years! I walk into his room to see what's up.
"Becca and I broke up weeks ago," he tells me. I confess that I've been stood up by the guy I met online, his wife moved back in. I wear my red dress underneath my robe. My son helped me shop for it, I tried on dozens of dresses, and he was so sweet to give me his opinion, as a young man with an eye for what men like. I shrug my shoulders and laugh about the ordeal, "guess, I'll have to return the dress." My son's eyes light up with excitement, "why don't we go out together?"? I suppose that will be alright, as long as he doesn't mind going out to a posh restaurant with his mother, and he assures me that I am not just any mother, he stands me up and twirls me around in front of the mirror. My son has a very special way to make me feel wanted and beautiful.
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