Actually, using my sex talk as my justification, I looked forward to having sex with Homer under the guise that I was educating him about the birds and the bees. No surprise there, easy for me to sexually seduce him, I already knew that he masturbated over me. Hearing him as I walked down the hall to his room, I listened to all that he said through his closed, bedroom door. I heard him talking to me as if I was in the room with him while he stroked his virginal prick faster and harder.
With us on the same, incestuous page, clearly, he consensually, willingly, and sexually wanted to do everything to me that I wanted to consensually, willingly, and sexually wanted to do with him. With us wanting to have incestuous sex with one another, he wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with him. To be honest, I couldn’t wait to have sex with my stepson as much as he, undoubtedly, wanted to have sex with his stepmother.
According to his masturbation dialogue, he wanted to touch and feel me while making out with me as much as I wanted him to touch and feel me while making out with me. He wanted to feel me through my clothes while undressing me. The little pervert that he is, my stepson wanted to strip me naked. As much as he wanted to see, touch, and feel my naked body, he wanted me to see, touch, and feel his naked body, too.
‘With me thinking about it and masturbating over it, I’d love for Homer to strip me naked,’ I thought. ‘I’d love for my stepson to see me without my clothes. I’d love for him to touch, feel, and fondle my naked body. I’d love to touch, feel, and fondle his naked body, too.’
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“Mom, I want you,” I heard him say through his closed, bedroom door while he masturbated himself over the thoughts of having sex with me. “I’d love to feel and touch you everywhere through your clothes while making out with you,” he said while stroking himself faster and harder. “I want to fuck you. I want you to blow me,” he said. “I need to cum in your beautiful mouth.”
Determined to make himself cum, he stroked his erect prick so fast so hard that he rattled the windows. Perhaps, from watching sex on TV, he seemed to already know plenty about what a man does with a woman. Perhaps, from playing his video games, making my job easier in teaching him about sex, he seemed to know a lot about sex.
“I’d love to feel your big tits,” he said while continuing to masturbate himself. “I’d love to feel your shapely ass. I’d love to see your naked pussy. I’d love to slowly undress you. I’d love to strip you naked,” said Homer while continuing to stroke his cock faster and harder.
Again, with him shaking the house and rattling the dishes in the China cabinet downstairs, it wasn’t hard to know when he was masturbating himself. Anytime I wanted to see his naked, erect prick, barging open his bedroom door without knocking, it was easy to catch him playing with himself. When delivering his laundry without knocking on his bedroom door, unexpectedly bursting open his door, I’ve caught him masturbating himself several times.
With me catching him masturbating so very many times, I wondered if he was deliberately allowing me to catch him masturbating. As if he was deliberately exposing himself to me, I’ve seen his naked, erect prick many times. With me no longer having a man in my life, seeing his naked, erect prick made me horny as much as it made me sexually frustrated. Every time I saw his naked prick, I masturbated myself while imagining stroking his cock, sucking his cock, and fucking his cock.
Something that he was born with, like father, like son, Homer had a big, beautiful dick. He had an even a bigger cock than his dad. When teaching him about sex, with me feeling horny and sexually frustrated, too, I thought of him impaling my mouth and my pussy with his big dick. Wicked of me to admit, I wouldn’t mind getting me some of that big prick. At the very least, I’d love to give him a hand job. I’d love to wrap my manicured fingers around his big dick and stroke him. I’d love to watch and hear him cum.
With him wearing headphones with his eyes closed when I delivered his laundry, he had no idea that I was in his room watching him masturbate himself. Using his masturbation dialogue as my excuse to have incestuous sex with my stepson, it was then that I took it upon myself as my motherly duty to help prepare him for the opposite sex. With a picture worth a thousand words, it was my responsibility as his stepmother to not only tell him the facts of life but also to show him the facts of life.
‘I can’t wait to have sex with Homer,’ I thought. ‘I can’t wait to teach him how to give a woman sexual pleasure. I need to cum.’
I was sexually willing to help him through his sexual transition. I was ready to show him how to be a sexual man from being a horny boy. It was one thing talking about sex but quite another thing showing him all that he needed to know about sexually, seducing women.
Using the sex talk as my excuse to have sex with Homer was the key was for me to have sex with my stepson. Agreeable to me breaking his cherry, instead of just telling him, he’d never forget what I told him if I showed him what to do. He’d never forget all that I told him if I allowed him to use me as his first woman, his sexual, demonstration model. He’d never forget all that I told him if I allowed him to see me without my clothes.
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First, taking it slow, one baby step at a time, I needed him to kiss me, French kiss me. Then, while French kissing me, I needed to allow him to touch me and feel me through my clothes while making out with me. Finally, I needed to show him how to undress a woman by teaching him and allowing him to undress me slowly and sexily.
‘I can’t wait for Homer to touch me and feel me through my clothes while making out with me and while undressing me,’ I thought. ‘I can’t wait for him to undress me. I can’t wait for my stepson to see me topless before seeing me naked.’
Something that I looked forward to him doing as much as, no doubt, he’d look forward to doing, I needed to allow him to strip me naked, totally naked. I needed him to see me without my clothes. I needed Homer to see me not only in my bra and panties but also, I needed him to see me in my low-cut, short, sheer, and sexy nightgowns. I needed him to see me topless and naked.
I needed to allow him to not only see my naked body but also, I needed to allow him to touch, feel, and fondle my naked body. I needed to allow him to touch, feel, and fondle me everywhere that a stepson should never touch, feel, and fondle his stepmother’s naked body while making out with her. I needed my stepson to have sex with me.
‘How hot would that be to be naked in front of my stepson,’ I thought. ‘How hot would that be for him to see me without my clothes? How hot would that be to have sex with Homer?’
For me to instill confidence in his sexual abilities, I needed him to give me multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and with his cock. I needed to show him how to finger my clit and finger fuck my pussy. I needed to teach him how to masturbate a woman by masturbating me. I needed Homer to masturbate me. I needed him to make me cum.
I needed to show him how and where to lick me while fingering me. I needed him to learn how to eat a woman by eating me. I needed to show him how to give me a sexual orgasm by fingering and licking my pussy. I needed him to know how to give oral sex to a woman by giving oral sex to me.
It was my job not only as his stepmother but also as his only friend, his best friend, to show him how to make love to a woman by allowing him to make love to me. I needed to show him how to fuck a woman by allowing him to fuck me. I needed him to give me a sexual orgasm with his fingers by masturbating me. I needed him to give me another sexual orgasm with his tongue by eating me. I needed him to give me a third, sexual orgasm by making love to me, and a fourth sexual orgasm by fucking me fast enough and hard enough.
‘How hot would that be for my stepson to give me multiple, sexual orgasms,’ I thought. ‘I can’t wait to cum.’
Not stopping there in his sexual education, and not all one way, returning the sexual favor, I needed to give him, as his stepmother, his only female confidant, his first, hand job. I needed to stroke my stepson’s cock. I needed to stroke his big dick faster and harder. As if he was in a VIP with me at a strip club, showering him with sexual affection and erotic attention, I needed to make him cum.
‘Cum, Homer. Cum. Cum for mommy,’ I imagined saying to him.
Not stopping with just a hand job, I needed to give him his first blowjob. I needed to not only suck his cock while stroking his prick but also, I needed to allow him to cum in my mouth. I needed him to watch me swallow his cum. Then, I needed to allow him to cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts. Something that he’d never forget, I needed my stepson to give me a cum bath, his first cum bath.
‘Who better to give a cum bath than to his stepmother,’ I thought? ‘I can’t wait to be dripping with my stepson’s cum. I can’t wait to have Homer’s cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts.’
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Normally, at night, with the COVID virus stopping us from going out with our friends, we stayed home watching a movie or playing a board game. Tired after my household chores during the day, I sat on the couch with my stepson with a robe over my nightgown. He felt comfortable enough with me to wear a t-shirt and pajama bottoms without underwear. He had such a big dick and I couldn’t wait to take it in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy.
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