Eric began to climb up between my thighs, positioning himself to enter his stepmommy’s wet and dilated pussy. His massive erection was swinging proudly in front of him as he approached me. He had not cum yet; and he needed to do so. But I could not allow him to fuck me, that was too much. I just couldn’t cross that line.
But after Eric had just given me one of the most power orgasms of my life, my first climax in nearly a year, I could not leave him unsatisfied, frustrated, with this raging hard on. I would have to take care of my stepson some way. I knew I needed to give him his release…but he should not fuck me.
I tried to close my thighs to prevent him from entering me as I contemplated my limited options, but Eric was already between my thighs and his torso prevented me from closing my legs. I was open and available. In my current position, with my vagina so wet and so very dilated, Eric would have no trouble taking me if he so chose. I needed to redirect the activity, quickly…I decided that would take care of my stepson orally, as he had taken care of me moments earlier.
“Come here, baby, and let me take care of you with my mouth,” I beckoned him to come up to me and allow me to suck his magnificent erect penis.
But instead of climbing up towards my head, Eric continued to climb up between my legs, into position to enter me with his penis. His rigid cock bobbed up and down as he approached me. With my lust somewhat sated by a series of intense orgasms, brought on by my stepson’s mouth and fingers, I was thinking a bit more clearly now. I knew that intercourse was out of the question. In addition to all the moral issues, there was a real risk of pregnancy. Since I had not been sexually active for over twelve months, I was not currently on the pill.
“Oh baby, we can’t do that. Come here and let me take care of you with my mouth. You can’t fuck me tonight,” I pleaded. By saying ‘tonight’, I realize I was holding out hope that perhaps he would be allowed to fuck me in the future, once I was safely back on the pill.
My comments did not deter my stepson. He continued to position himself between my legs, grabbing my ankles and raising them up, forcing me to lay back with my wet pussy open and vulnerable to him. There was nothing I could do to physically stop him as his erection stood proudly between my open legs.
On one level, I did want to take him inside me. The temptation was real and powerful. But I knew we just should not do that, not now, not without protection.
“I just want to feel inside of you. I want you to be my first,” he said as the glans of his penis bounced against my opening. “I’ll pull out before I shoot. I promise.”
With Eric holding my legs above his shoulders, forcing me on my back with my pussy open and available, I tried to reason with my stepson, “Baby, I want that too. You have no idea how much I want that. But you shouldn’t. I am not even on the pill. You shouldn’t go inside me, you could get me pregnant. Come here and let me take care of you with my mouth. I promise I will take care of you, just not this way.”
“I won’t cum inside you. Just let me go inside for a second. I promise. I’ll pull out first.”
His erection was bumping against my wet and open vulva as we debated the issue. I was dilated and very lubricated. He could be inside me in an instant with only a quick thrust of his hips. I knew it, and he knew it.
Damn I wanted to take him inside me too; I did want to be his ‘first’, to have him lose virginity to me. But I shouldn’t take the chance. The last time I succumbed to allowing a teenage boy enter me without protection, I got pregnant, and my daughter, Elizabeth, was the result. I knew I should not run the risk of being pregnant by my own stepson.
I was still very drunk from the large amount of vodka and OJ I had consumed that evening; however, I was not so drunk that I did not recognize the serious risk of pregnancy if I allowed my stepson to enter me.
“Oh baby, we can’t take that risk,” I said as the large head of Eric’s erection pulsed at the very opening of my vagina. He was pressed inside me just an inch, but Eric was able to resist the urge to plunge deeper. I wondered just how long my stepson could resist the temptation as his penis throbbed just inside my opening.
I involuntarily contracted my vagina, squeezing the glans of my stepson’s erection. His penis arched up in response, edging slightly deeper inside me. God, help me, I wanted to take him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me long and hard.
I then remembered that Eric’s father had a partially used box of condoms in his top dresser drawer that I had not gotten around to disposing of since his death.
“Eric, please. At least let me get you one of your father’s condoms. Please, it will only take a second. Then you can have me, I promise.” Tears were starting to stream down my cheeks as I feared my stepson was too aroused to think rationally at this moment; and I feared he would take me unprotected. I was praying he would come to his senses as I lay under his throbbing erection.
With the head of his penis at the very opening of my vagina, actually just inside me a bit, Eric paused for a few seconds that seemed an eternity. In my position, there was nothing I could do to prevent him from impaling me fully.
Eric then asked, “You have some of dad’s condoms? Okay, where are they?”
I could distinctly feel the constant pulsing of the head of his cock barely inside me. I wondered if my stepson was leaking any trace seminal fluid in me while we were debating this issue.
“They are in his top dresser drawer…please…it will only take a second,” I pleaded with panic in my voice as I waited for him to decide.
Would he impale me with his massive tool unprotected, pumping his seed into my fertile womb? Or would he allow me to protect him, and myself from a potential pregnancy that neither he, nor I, wanted, needed or could explain.
After four or five seconds of silence with his penis throbbing just inside the very opening of my core, he pulled back away and said, “I guess I do not need to get my stepmom pregnant.”
Thank God he had the good sense to allow us this protection.
I realized that by agreeing get him a condom, there was no turning back now. I was going to allow him to fuck his stepmother. I was now fully complicit.
I went over to my deceased husband’s dresser and found the box of condoms in the top drawer.
As I was standing in front of Bob’s dresser, Eric came up behind me, grabbed me, turned me around and kissed me deeply. At six foot two inches in height, Eric was considerably taller than me. His penis was pressing and throbbing between my breasts and against my upper abdomen. Our tongues danced together, chasing each other from my mouth to his, and back again.
I broke off our kiss and opened the box marked Trojan ‘Magnums’, which I later learned were ‘over sized condoms’ for very well endowed men. I had limited experience with which to compare penis sizes, but I now realize that my husband was a well endowed man; and his son was slightly larger than he was! I had been spoiled and did not even realize it.
As I removed one condom, and struggled to open the tin wrapper containing the protection I sought, I caught my image in the mirror. I was taken by what a very sexy looking woman I was. Naked, my only vestige of modesty being the thin, very blonde, almost transparent wisps of fine pubic hair covering my pussy, I did look good. Yes, even in my mid-thirties, I had to admit I was a sexy sight indeed.
I finally tore the foil wrapper and removed the well-lubricated condom. Kneeling in front of my stepson, I placed the latex sheath on the head of his erect penis, and slowly rolled it down his shaft. He filled the large condom up completely, stretching it, in fact. The little empty reservoir formed a cute little bubble at the tip of his urethra ready to catch all his sperm and protect my fertile womb!
I then lay back on my bed as Eric approached me, resigned to accepting him without further protestations.
“Oh baby, you are a very big man,” I cautioned. “You are stretching me. Please be gentle, go slowly. You don’t want to hurt me.”
Realizing that I had agreed to allow my stepson to enter me, I gave up all thought of resisting. I wrapped my legs around him, my heels propped against his firm ass, allowing him full access to my vagina. I used my heels to guide him deeper as I stretched and strained to accommodate this very large penis in my rather petite frame.
He slowed down a bit and took a dozen or more slow strokes, going a bit deeper each time until I had all of him inside me. I was very, very full; more full than I had ever been before, and I was very aroused. While I knew this was wrong in many ways, I could not deny the incredible response I had to my stepson’s affection and attention.
He then raised my legs over his shoulders. In this position he had me totally exposed and totally vulnerable. He looked down, watching his latex sheathed penis enter and withdraw from me with obvious admiration and pride. The head of his penis was striking my g-spot with each deep thrust, driving me closer and closer to orgasm.
My moans got louder and my breathing quickened. “Baby, you are going to make me cum again…oh shit…fuck me…harder…faster…oh baby, fuck me,” I urged him, with passionate abandon.
With my feet high over his shoulders, Eric gave me everything he had, which was all I could take. Each pounding thrust raised my ass off the bed further. I spread myself as wide as I could, taking all of him. I came, and I came. Waves of erotic pleasure rocked my core.
My orgasm, coupled with my upward movements to meet each of his thrusts, and my incoherent moans pushed Eric over the edge as well. With one final and violent thrust, he buried himself deep in my vagina and he released his seed inside the safety of his latex sheath. I lay there panting, relishing the after flow of my orgasm, as I felt Eric’s large penis pulsing deep in me as he spurted time and time again.
Eric’s constant pushing as deep as he could and the definite throbbing of his cock inside me left me no doubt that he was pumping out ropes and ropes of his cum. I lay there, my feet and my ass high in the air wishing that my stepson’s warm seed could actually be pumped inside me, unimpeded. I realized that I needed to get on the pill quickly, so we did not need to depend on these pesky condoms to protect us if we were going to continue this torrid love relationship between stepmother and stepson.
We remained coupled with Eric deep inside of me. I contracted my vagina, hugging his erection. I felt his cock actually throb and thicken in response as we lay there together coupled together. This was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. It is hard to explain, I am not sure I fully understand it myself, but staying coupled together, my legs over his shoulders, my ass high in the air while his large firm penis continuing to pulse deep inside of me, continuing to drain the last drops of his seed, is an intimacy, closeness, tenderness between my stepson and me that I will always cherish. I have never been more content, more fulfilled or happier than I was lying there, coupled with my stepson after giving me one of the greatest orgasms of my life!
After several minutes of lying coupled together, Eric leaned forward and kissed me, more gentle and loving than passionate; and then he slowly withdrew from me. I could feel my vagina spasm as he did, trying to adjust to the absence of his penis that was stretching it so fully only moments before. My pussy seemed strangely empty, and started a series of contractions that felt to me that it was looking for something to grasp. My pussy missed Eric’s penis already.
Eric rolled on his back next to me, and then pulled me close, and we cuddled silently, my head resting on his chest, for a moment. I reached down and removed the used condom from his still erect penis, and marveled and the amount of semen it had captured. I placed my finger inside the latex sheath and removed a small amount of the captured sperm. I examined the thick, viscous mixture and the brought the intimate nectar to my nose to enjoy the sensual aroma of my stepson’s ejaculate. I inhaled the scent and smiled. God I loved that boy. And I loved enjoying his scent. Eric watched me with amusement. His expression indicated that he liked watching me enjoy the scent of his sperm.
I got up, went to the bathroom where I discarded the used condom. Before returning to the bed, I brought the box of condoms and placed them on the nightstand by the bed as a precaution.
I then curled up in Eric’s arms, with my head on his chest. I gently caressed his nipples and chest, listening to his heart racing until I fell asleep. We slept for a couple of hours, until I was awakened by Eric fondling my pussy. Having awakened with an erection, Eric was looking for a place to put it.
It seemed pointless in light of what we had done earlier to resist. I reached over got another condom and placed it on Eric’s erection before allowing him to enter me once again. I knew that on Monday, I would get my birth control prescription refilled, and he would be allowed to take me unprotected, whenever he chose. but now, we would use this latex barrier.
This time, there was less passion in our love making. It was slower and more gentle. Although I did not climax a third time, this gentle love making was just as enjoyable as our first coupling. And soon, Eric came inside me a second time before dawn, once again with the protection of a condom. I had moved past the horror of what I was doing temporarily, blocking the guilt for this brief moment, savoring the experience as I allowed my stepson to fuck me again.
“Oh, thank you. That was fantastic.” He said with obvious appreciation. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too. I hope you know that. I would not have done this if I did not love you,” I said as waves of guilt began their return. “Eric we should not have done that. I am sorry. I was lonely, and weak, and drunk. You deserve better.” I said without releasing my grip on his erection, which was remaining hard and rigid.
“Please do not feel that way. Please do not say that. This was wonderful.”
I interrupted, “No Eric, it was wrong. I made a terrible mistake. I am sorry.” I was crying again now as I spoke, tears trickling down my face. “It won’t happen again. I promise,”
“No, you are wrong. This is beautiful and wonderful. I won’t let you make it seem like something wicked or evil. And I won’t let you end something that is so beautiful between us. I just won’t” Eric stated with a resolve that I had not seen before.
I knew as I heard his words that he was not going to willingly accept this as a…
