Carol, John & Linda Sex Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – Carol, John & Linda Sex Ch. 03 by SusanJillParker,SusanJillParker Carol, John & Linda, Ch. 03

Instead of just imagining flashing John, hoping to entice him to make his first, sexual move to sexually seduce me, I’m ready to flash my stepson my naked pussy, my naked breasts, my naked ass, and my naked body.

Continued from Chapter 02: Carol John & Linda

I wondered if I could do something like that, expose my naked body to him by deliberately dropping my towel in front of him while making my towel drop appear accidentally unintentional.

‘How hot would that be to show him my naked body in one fell swoop,’ I thought?

I wonder what his reaction would be to finally seeing his stepmother naked. With me acting embarrassed, he’d never know that I had deliberately dropped my towel. With me voicing my outrage when telling him avert his eyes and not to look at my naked body, he’d never suspect that I had deliberately flashed him.

No doubt, with him not averting his eyes, he’d not only look but also, he’d stare. Hopefully, he’d finally do more than just stare at all that I had showed him and all that he had seen. I hoped that he’d reach out and touch me and feel me.

Indeed, dropping my towel may be my perfect way to entice him to have sex with me. Showing him my naked body may be just what he needed to make his sexual move. More than curious by his reaction, again, I wondered if he’d look. I wondered if he’d stare. I wondered if he’d reach out and touch my naked breasts, feel my naked ass, and/or cup my naked pussy.

Then, thinking of the worst possible scenario, what if he thought that I had deliberately dropped my towel. What if he thought that I had deliberately exposed my naked body to him? What if he rejected me while thinking that I intentionally flashed him? What if he didn’t even look at me but looked away in shame and disgust? What if he didn’t sexually want me? What if he thought that I’m the whore that I am and have always been?

‘If he had a negative reaction to seeing me naked, I’d be so embarrassed. I’d be humiliated. Filled with guilt, remorse, and shame, I’d run to my bedroom, hide my face, and cry,’ I thought.

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Taking a big risk that he wouldn’t sexually reject me, and not want to have sex with me, nevertheless, I was overwhelmed with sexual arousal to deliberately flash him. I wanted him to see me without my clothes. I was determined for him to see me naked.

It was then that I thought about sexually teasing my stepson by showing him what he should never see of his stepmother. It was then that I thought about deliberately showing him something that he should never see of me. I couldn’t wait for him to see something of me that he shouldn’t see.

If nothing else, giving me something to masturbate over later, I wanted to flash my stepson my naked breasts, my naked pussy, and my naked ass. I wanted him to see me naked. I dared myself to show him my naked body.

Again, in the hopes of enticing him to make the next, sexual move, whether dropping my towel or not, I was determined to flash him my nearly naked and naked body. Whether down nightgown views of my naked breasts or up nightgown peeks of my naked pussy, I double dared myself to show him something that he shouldn’t see of me. Sexually teasing him by flashing him, I hoped that I’d make him horny and sexually excited enough for him to make his sexual move by stripping himself naked in front of me.

‘I’d love to see his big, naked cock again,’ I thought. ‘I’d love to reach out and touch and feel his big dick while taking it in my hand and wrapping my fingers around him while slowly stroking him. How hot would that be to masturbate my stepson?’

Hoping beyond hope, realistically hoping for some, mutual, sexual attention, when exposing myself to him, again, hoping for the best, I hoped that he’d reach out his horny hand and touch me, feel me, and fondle me. I hoped that he’d take me in his arms and kiss me, and make out with me. I hoped he’d have sex with me. At the very least, I hoped that he’d masturbate over me in the way that he continually masturbated over those forty-some-year-old, big breasted, blonde women who looked like me and who appeared on his computer screen topless and naked.

Not backing down from flashing him, something that filled me with sexual anticipation, I hoped that he’d return the favor of my exhibitionism with his exhibitionism. In the way that I’d willingly show him my naked body, I hoped he’d show me his naked body, too. Just the thought of exposing myself to my stepson made me sexually aroused enough to masturbate myself while imagining showing him my topless and/or my naked body.

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If I dared showed him something that he shouldn’t see of me, not knowing what his reaction would be, again, I wondered if he’d look. I wondered if he’d stare. Or, disappointing me and sexually frustrating me again, I wondered if he’d look away in shame and in embarrassment. I wouldn’t know his reaction to seeing something of me that he shouldn’t see until I dare myself to flash him.

While hoping that he’d look, again, I wondered if he’d masturbate over all that he saw of me later. I wondered if I deliberately flashed him my naked body, if that would knock me down from the high pedestal that he had placed me upon. Once he’s seen me naked, I wondered if he’d think of me as an exhibitionistic whore instead of thinking of me as his morally, modest stepmother.

Yet, again, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, not stopping with just flashing him, my sexual fantasy come true, I wished he’d kiss me while touching me and feeling me through my clothes. I wished he’d slowly undress me while making out with me. While touching me and feeling me everywhere that a stepson should never touch and feel his stepmother, I’d love him to strip me naked and have his sexual way with my naked body. I’d love him to make slow and passionate love to me before fucking me fast and hard.

‘Oh, my God,’ I thought. ‘Hoping that he would, that would be so hot for John to strip me naked and touch and feel my naked body everywhere while making out with me,’ I thought.

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Carol, John & Linda, Chapter 03:

Finally crossing the incestuous line, Carol finally flashes her stepson down nightgown views of her naked breasts and up nightgown views of her naked pussy and her naked ass.

Especially now that we live together again, we’ve become close but, even though I wanted to, I’ve never crossed the incestuous, sexual line until now. Even though I’ve imagined us having sex and have masturbated over us having sex, we’ve never had sex. Becoming increasingly impatient, while hoping that he would, I continued waiting for him to make his sexual move to bed me. Only, sexually frustrating me, he didn’t make a move to bed me.

In the way that he sometimes sexually stares at me with sexual lust to let me know that he sexually wanted me, I stare at him with sexual desire to let him know that I sexually wanted him, too. Yet, a big line to cross, other than us staring at one another, nothing ever came of that. It’s so sexually frustrating waiting for something, anything, to happen.

Passing the time together, when not working, we played board games and video games. We watched TV and movies together. We’ve talked about everything and laughed over nothing. We’re more than just stepmother and stepson, we’re friends, best friends.

After not having had sex in a long while, to be honest, I’m at the age where I’m horny. Just as he’s always horny, I’m always horny, too. Desperate for some loving attention, I’m sexually frustrated. Unaccustomed to not having sex, in the way that I used to be accustomed to having sex regularly, I’m bored masturbating myself. I’m tired of my sex toys. I’m sexually unsatisfied. I’m emotionally unfulfilled.

Instead of my fingers, my vibrator, and my dildo, I needed a cock. I needed a hard dick. While wanting the sex between us to be his idea, I needed my stepson to step up and fuck his whore of a stepmother.

‘Do something, John,’ I thought.

Women love to be taken. I needed him to take me. I needed him to push me back on my bed or on the couch and kiss me while feeling me through my clothes. I needed him to show me that he sexually wanted me. If only he would, I’d give him more sex than he’d ever imagined receiving. I’d give him more sex than he’s ever had in his life.

In the way that men are horny at a younger age, and are always masturbating themselves, women are horny when much older. Yet, with me a different, sexual animal, in the way that I was a wicked whore in my twenties, I’m still a wicked whore in my forties. I wanted sex. I needed sex. In the way that I was a nymphomaniac whore in my twenties, I’m still a nymphomaniac whore in my forties.

At the very least, playing with my pussy while fingering my pussy and feeling and sucking my tits, I needed someone to masturbate me while making out with me. I needed someone to eat me. I needed someone to lick my pussy while rubbing my clit and finger fucking my pussy. Making me their woman, I needed someone to make love to me. Hoping that special someone would be my stepson, waiting for him to step up and sexually do something, I needed him to make me cum. I needed to suck and fuck him.

Opening Pandora’s Box, with John readily available and me ready for wild sex, taking a chance that he’d want to have sex with me, I’m ready to cross that incestuous line with my stepson. Tempted to do so, I’m ready to make the first, sexual move by flashing him while hoping that he’d make the next, sexual move by touching me, feeling me, fondling me, and making out with me. Again, daring myself to do so, I wondered what he’d do if I showed him my naked breasts, my naked ass, and/or my naked pussy.

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Thank God for my vibrator and my dildo. Nevertheless, those masturbation toys are not nearly the same as holding a hard cock in my hand, sucking an erect prick in my mouth, and fucking a stiff dick in my pussy. I needed the real thing.

I needed a hard cock. I needed John’s big dick. I needed sex. I needed a lot of sex. I needed to make love every morning and fuck every night. I needed to stroke and suck cock in between making love and fucking. I needed him to masturbate my pussy. I needed him to lick his stepmother’s cunt.

Yet, temporarily relieving my sexual frustration, masturbating myself gave me the patience to plan how and when to flash my stepson. I waited for the right opportunity to show him what I hoped that he wanted to see of me without my clothes. Yet, not wanting him to know that I’m the whore that I am, I didn’t want him to think that I had deliberately flashed him.

Instead, maintaining my moral modesty, my reputation, and my innocence as his stepmother, I needed my flashes to appear accidental. I needed my flashes to appear unintentional. I needed him to believe that he was at the right place and at the right time to see something of me that he shouldn’t see. I needed him to think that him having sex with me was his idea and not my idea.

Instead of waiting for him to make the first, sexual move, wishing that I dared make a sexual pass at my stepson, something that sexually inspired me to flash him, he does have a big, throbbing prick. Nonetheless, daring myself to do so, I wanted to show him what I wanted him to see of me and what I hoped that he wanted to see of me, too. Yet, breaking new ground, this wasn’t just any man that I was thinking about flashing, this was my stepson.

Nonetheless, a long time coming, going beyond what was deemed sexually appropriate, I was ready to sexually expose myself to him. Moreover, it wasn’t as if I had never flashed anyone. I had a long history of flashing not only men but also women. I was given my husband’s blessings to flash unsuspecting men and women. As long as I told him the sexy details of who I flashed, when I flashed them, and what their surprised reactions were to seeing something of me that they shouldn’t see, he was happy, and I was happy, too.

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‘I’ll do it. I’ll flash him. What do I have to lose,’ I thought? ‘I’ll deliberately flash my stepson my naked pussy, my naked breasts, my naked ass, and my naked body,’ I thought. ‘Flashing him may be the only way to entice him to make his sexual move to sexually seduce me.’

Once I made up my mind to flash him, I planned my sexual moves of exhibitionism in advance. When sitting across from him while mindlessly watching television, with the hem of my nightgown raised and my knees parted, I showed him up nightgown peeks of my naked pussy. Acting as if I was unaware that I was exposed, I’ll be masturbating tonight over showing him my pussy. Yet, instead of doing anything in return, all that he did was to stare at all that he was seeing and all that I was showing.

While leaning over him to serve him food, I showed him down nightgown views of my naked breasts and my erect nipples. Knowing that the top of my nightgown would fall over as soon as I leaned forward, I leaned lower and longer than necessary while watching his eyes stare at my naked breasts. When squatting down and bending at the waist in front of him while cleaning, I flashed him my naked ass and the back of my naked pussy. Waiting for him to do something, anything, all that he did was to stare.

Hoping that he’d reach out his horny hands and touch me, feel me, and fondle all that I deliberately showed him, unfortunately, all that he did was stare. Disappointed that he didn’t make his sexual attraction and incestuous intentions known, he further sexually frustrated me by not doing anything but looking. With him continually masturbating over women who looked like me, I didn’t understand why all that he did was to stare at all that I had deliberately shown him and all that he had seen.

‘What the fuck? Doesn’t he sexually want me,’ I thought? ‘Is seeing my naked pussy, my naked breasts, and my naked ass not making him horny? Doesn’t he want to touch and feel my shapely body? In the way that he continually masturbated over blonde, big breasted, older woman, why wouldn’t he want to have sex with me? At the very least, after showing him all that I wanted to show him, I hoped that he masturbated over me tonight and tomorrow morning in the way that I’ll be masturbating over him tonight and tomorrow morning.’

Stymied, I was at a loss to understand his lack of sexual interest in me. I didn’t know what else to do to sexually seduce him. I’ve done everything that I could think of doing except for walking in front of him while naked.

‘What’s his problem? Judging his sexual attraction to women by his computer screen, I’m blonde. I’m big breasted. I’m an older woman,’ I thought. ‘Now that I’m flashing him my naked pussy, my naked tits, and my naked ass, what else must I do to entice him to make his sexual move to have sex with me,’ I thought?

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Admittedly, something so deliciously, yet, wickedly forbidden, tempted to do so, especially when I’ve had a little too much wine, forget about just flashing him, I’ve thought about making my move and having sex with John. With my stepson the young stud that he is, especially whenever I catch him masturbating, I wished that I dared to sexually do something that I, no doubt, and unfortunately, may regret. Yet, the big thing that stopped me from trying to have sex with him, I’d be embarrassingly humiliated if my sexual solicitation was unwanted, unwelcomed, and/or wasn’t reciprocated.

‘With me twice his age and his stepmother, what if John doesn’t look when I show him something of me that I shouldn’t and that he shouldn’t see? What if he doesn’t stare at all that I’m deliberately showing him? What if he turns and looks away in disgust? What if he doesn’t want to have sex with me in the way that I wished I could have sex with him,’ I thought? ‘What do I do then?’

Twenty-years since I retired from living the life of a jet-setting whore, I couldn’t help but imagine the worst, doomsday, sexual scenario. Much older now, even though I’m still as pretty as I’m sexy and shapely, there are plenty of twenty-something-year-old women out there who would surely turn his head. With him masturbating over women who looked like me but what made me think that he’d wanted to have sex with me instead of him wanting to have sex with one of them?

Yet, in my favor, we were isolated and stuck together until the COVID pandemic slowed. To my benefit, showing his sexual attraction to them, he continued masturbating over busty, blonde, forty-something-year-old women. Perhaps, without him aware, he continued masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with me. Whether he’s aware of it or not, he continued masturbating over his stepmother and that gave me hope that he sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted him.

‘No matter if I’m the type of woman that he’s sexually attracted to, what if he felt that it grossed him out to have incestuous sex with his stepmother,’ I thought?

Having never been turned down for sex before, how embarrassing would that be for my stepson to turn me down for sex now? Not knowing what else to do to change his mind and have sex with me, I’d be mortified. Now that I’m older, I’m not as proud of my looks as I was when I was in my twenties.

While standing in front of my full-length mirror naked and staring at my beautiful body, presently, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, I imagined exposing myself to him. Going back and forth, should I or shouldn’t I, I dared myself to show him all that he shouldn’t see of me. As sexually arousing for me as I hoped it would be sexually exciting for him. If nothing else, after exposing myself to him that would give me more to masturbate over when using my vibrator and my dildo.

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Nonetheless, feeling as sexually frustrated as I felt sad, I felt rejected. I couldn’t help but feel not sexually wanted. While still looking at myself in my full-length mirror, I turned one way before turning the other way. After not having had any children, I still had a great figure. If I say so myself, I looked ten-years younger. With me not flabby and with nothing sagging, I could easily pass for thirty-something-years-old instead of forty-something-years-old.

‘How could he turn me down for sex? Appearing ten-years-younger because of my diet and exercise, I’m still relatively young looking. Having always had a sexy and shapely body, I still have a sexy and shapely body,’ I thought. ‘Especially with my long, sexy legs, my big breasts, and my shapely backside, if I say so myself, I still look hot.’

Again, as if I was a nude model, I turned one way before turning the other way to look at my naked body in my full-length mirror. Proud of my naked body, I had shapely breasts and a toned stomach. Then, turning my head over my shoulder, I checked out my naked ass. I not only had big breasts but also, I had a shapely ass, too.

‘If he’d only make the first, sexual move, I’d make all of the rest of the sexual moves. I’d give him the best blowjob that he’s ever had in his life. Returning his fast and hard humps with my fast and hard humps, I’d fuck him as fast and as hard as I hoped that he’d fuck me,’ I thought. ‘As long as he gave me a sexual orgasm with his cock, I’d give him a sexual orgasm with my pussy.’

Looking for any imperfections of aging that may turn him off, I continued turning one way before turning the other way while continuing to look at my naked self in my full-length mirror. Again, if I’d say so myself, I looked good. If a woman who looked as good as me offered me sex, I’d do her.

‘Having had sex with so many men before, after he had sex with me, he’d never want to have sex with another woman,’ I thought while assuring myself that he would have sex with me. ‘Ready to give him as much sex as he wanted and needed, he’d never masturbate again while watching porn. Once removing his guilt, his shame, and his trepidation to have sex with his stepmother, I’d suck and fuck him anytime that he wanted.’

As I’ve done with so many unsuspecting men, the forbidden prospect of finally exposing my lingerie clad, sexy nightgown clad, topless, and/or naked body to my stepson sexually aroused me. If I flashed him my naked pussy and/or my naked breasts, again I wondered, would he look? Would he stare? Or would he look away in embarrassment, shame, and in disgust. While hoping that he would look when I flashed him my naked breasts and my naked pussy, I wondered if he’d reach out his horny hand to finger my pussy and/or to touch, feel, and fondle my naked breasts.

‘Touch me, John. Kiss your stepmother. Make out with me,’ I thought while wanting to say that to him. ‘Stick your horny hand up my nightgown and cup my naked pussy. Stick your big hand down my nightgown and fondle my breasts while fingering my erect nipples. Feel my ass through my nightgown. Strip me naked, push me back on my bed, on the couch, on the dining room table, or on the floor, outside on the deck, and fuck me,’ I thought. ‘Just do something instead of just staring and masturbating yourself over women who look like me.’

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To be honest, something that I rubbed my clit over when masturbating myself with my vibrator, I’d love to wrap my long, manicured fingers around his hard cock and slowly stroke his naked prick. Something that I fondled my breasts over while fucking myself with my dildo, I’d love to give my stepson a motherly, hand job. Something that I fingered and sucked my erect nipples over, while pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, I’d love to take John’s big dick in my mouth. I’d love to stare up at him with my big, blue eyes while stroking and sucking his prick.

‘Blow me, mom,’ I imagine him saying. ‘Suck my cock. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth.’

I imagined him putting a gentle hand behind my blonde, pretty head while humping my mouth and fucking my face. Once we had sex, I imagined us having sex all the time. I imagined him regularly masturbating me, making love to me, and fucking me. I imagined regularly stroking his cock, sucking his cock, and fucking his cock. I imagined us living as boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, and/or lovers instead of as stepmother and stepson.

Alas, sadly and sexually frustratingly, something that will never happen, I wished my stepson sexually wanted me in the way that he sexually wanted other women, and in the way that I sexually wanted him. With my incestuous, imagination running wild, nothing more than a sexual fantasy that I masturbated over numerous times, I’d love to see and hear John cum. As unbelievable as it’s true, once a whore always a whore, I’d love him to cum in my mouth.

Giving him a special blowjob, wouldn’t he be surprised if I allowed him to cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts. If he allowed me to blow him, I’d allow him to give me a cum bath. Something that I haven’t done in years since I blew my brother-in-law, I’d love to be dripping with my stepson’s cum. I’d love him to see his cum dripping from my hair, my eyebrows, my nose, my mouth, my chin, and my breasts.

‘Mom! Mom! I’m cumming,’ I imagined him saying while I masturbated myself and imagined stroking his cock while imagining sucking his big dick.

If only he knew what I was thinking, I wondered what he’d say. If only he knew all that I wanted to do to his young, naked body, I wondered what he’d do. Would he allow me to masturbate him? Would he allow me to blow him? Would he allow me to fuck him? Then, after I masturbated him, blew him, and fucked him, hoping that the sex wasn’t all one way, would he masturbate me, eat me, and fuck me, too?

‘Cum, John, cum. Cum in mommy’s mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth. I need to taste you. I need to swallow you,’ I imagined saying to my stepson to encourage him to cum in my mouth.

Then, I imagined sexually encouraging him to give me a cum bath.

‘Cum, John, cum,’ I imagined saying. ‘Shoot a second load of cum all over my face. Give me a cum bath. Cover me in your cum. I want to be dripping with your cum.’

Finally, after he ejaculated in my mouth and shot a second load of cum all over my face, after removing his cum from my face, hair, and breasts with a hand towel, I imagined mounting him and fucking him. A man at his young age would have no problem cumming three times within such a short period of time. Filled to the brim with testosterone, a man his age has an endless supply of cum.

‘Cum, John, cum. Cum in mommy’s pussy. I want you to cum in my pussy. I need to feel you shoot your load of warm, oozy cum inside me,’ I imagined saying to my stepson to encourage him to cum in my pussy.

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‘If only John would make a sexual pass at me, I’d love to have sex with my stepson. Waiting for him to make the first, incestuous move, if he did, I’d make all of the next forbidden, sexual moves. I’d willingly and consensually have sex with him if he’d showed me that he wanted to have sex with me, too,’ I thought.

Again, and sexually frustratingly, unable to make the first, incestuous move, not wanting him to think less of me by him knowing the whore that I am, I wished that he’d sexually seduce me. I wished he’d have sex with me in the way that I’d love to have sex with him. Then, returning the sexual favor, I imagined him rubbing my clit, finger fucking my pussy, and masturbating me, before eating me. I’d love to feel his fingers deep inside of me while he licked my pussy and sexually pleasured me with his tongue.

‘Don’t stop, John. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop masturbating me. Rub my clit faster. Rub my clit harder. Finger fuck me deeper. Press my G spot, John. Press my G spot. Mommy is cumming,’ I imagined saying. ‘Mommy is cumming.’

If only he knew that I’d love him to make love to me, I’d love him to fuck me. I’d love to fuck him in every room of the house and outside of the house. I’d allow him to bend me over the kitchen table, the living room chair, the bathroom sink, the pool table, the bed in my bedroom, the bed in his bedroom, the basement work bench, and outside on the back deck. I’d love him to fuck me fast and hard enough to give me a sexual orgasm with his cock.

‘Fuck mommy, John. Fuck your stepmother. Hump me faster. Hump me harder. Fuck me, John. Fuck me. Slam your big, hard prick in my warm, wet cunt. Give me a sexual orgasm. Give me multiple sexual orgasms with your fingers, your tongue, and your cock. Make me cum, John. I need to cum,’ I imagined saying. ‘Cum in my mouth. Cum in my pussy. Cum all over mommy’s face.’

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Something that a stepmother should never do with her stepson, a huge sexual fantasy of mine, I’d love to suck his big dick while stroking his hard prick faster and harder. I used to love sucking cock and it’s been a long time since I’ve had a hard prick in my mouth, especially a cock as big as his dick. While staring up at him with my big, blue eyes, I’d love him to cum in my mouth, his stepmother’s mouth. I’d love to taste his cum and swallow his cum.

Unfortunately, with him putting me on a high pedestal, he probably has too good of an opinion of me to solicit me for sex. If only he knew how horny and sexually frustrated that I am, no doubt, he probably thought that I don’t masturbate. Again, if only he knew, he probably believed that I don’t suck cock.

Wouldn’t he be surprised that I love sucking cock? Wouldn’t he be shocked if he knew that I’m a talented, cocksucking whore? Wouldn’t he be surprised if I gave him the best blowjob of his life?

He probably thought that I don’t fuck. Again, wouldn’t he be shocked as much he’d be sexually excited if only he knew that I’m a wicked whore who fucked a small army of men? He probably believed that I’d never be sexually interested in him in the way that I wished he’d be sexually interested in me. Yet, with him not making a move to bed me, other than sexually teasing him by flashing him, how could I make him know that I’d have sex with him any time and any place?

No doubt, he probably thought that his stepmother is a morally, modest woman who never had a cock in her mouth. If only he knew how much I loved sucking cock, wouldn’t he be surprised. No doubt, he has no idea that his stepmother is a cocksucking, nymphomaniac whore. He has no idea how many men that I’ve sucked and fucked. He has no idea how many men who have seen me topless and/or naked.

He has no idea that I’d have incestuous sex with him if only he’d make the first, fucking move. He has no idea that I’d make romantic love to him every morning. He has no idea that I’d incestuously fuck him every night. He has no idea that whenever he wanted me to blow him, I’d suck him in between and not only allow him to cum in my mouth but also allow him to give me a cum bath, too.

‘Jesus Christ, John. Do something. Grab my tits. Feel and squeeze my ass. Expose your naked cock to me,’ I thought and wanted to say. ‘Strip me naked, push me back on my bed, on the couch, on the floor, or across the table, mount me, and then, fuck me. Grab me by my hair, slap me hard across my face, and stick your cock in my mouth.’

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Preventing him from making the first, sexual move, no doubt, he probably thought that I don’t sexually want him in the way that I sexually wanted him. Stopping him from sexually seducing me, with me his stepmother and him my stepson, he probably believed that I’d never have sex with him. If only he knew that I’d stroke him, suck him, and fuck him. Only, without showing him the whore that I am by telling him that I wanted to have sex with him, how can I make that happen until he shows me his sexual intent first?

I’ve masturbated enough to have worn out three vibrators. I can’t count how many blowjobs I’ve given over the years, especially before I was married. Then, if only my husband knew that I blew his best friend, not once, but twice, I wondered what he’d say.

I blew him once out back in the dark by the pool when my lazy husband was asleep drunk on a lawn chair recliner. I blew him another time when he stopped by when my husband was at work. Only, serving him right, with leopards never changing their spots, and with him no longer sexually satisfying me, he knew that I was a whore when he married me. He knew that I couldn’t go a day without sex, never mind not having had sex for years because he could no longer get and maintain an erection.

‘Once a whore, always a whore,’ I thought. ‘I’m so horny that I’d nearly suck and fuck anyone. If Sister Mary Elizabeth suddenly appeared at my front door asking for a donation to the Catholic Charity fund, I’d proposition her for sex. I’ve always wanted to have sex with a nun. I’ve always imagined a Catholic nun blessing me after eating her pussy and giving her a sexual orgasm.’

Wearing only her crucifix, I imagined Sister Mary Elizabeth stripping herself naked. I imagined the good sister being as sexually frustrated and horny as I am. I imagined her not having had sex since Father O’Brien left the parish. I imagined her being as big of a bi-sexual whore as I am. I imagined her loving to finger and eat my pussy as much as I’d love to finger and eat her pussy.

‘Bless you, my child,’ I imagined her saying while putting a gentle hand to the back of my head and anointing herself as I licked and fingered her pussy. ‘God be with you,’ I imagined her saying as soon as I gave her a sexual orgasm. ‘Thank you, God,’ I imagined her saying as soon as I sexually satisfied her with my fingers and with my tongue.

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With me the nasty whore that I am, before being isolated because of COVID, while my stepson was out for the night with his friends, I blew my brother-in-law, my husband’s brother, John’s uncle. I sucked his cock when he stayed for the weekend after my husband’s funeral. Then, not stopping with just a blowjob, whenever my stepson wasn’t home, I allowed him to fuck me, not once but three times. Knowing that I can no longer get pregnant, I not only allowed him to cum in my mouth but also, I allowed him to cum in my pussy, too.

Not spitting it out, never spitting it out, with me not a spitter but a gulper, I loved swallowing cum. I even allowed him to ejaculate a second load of cum all over my face, in my blonde hair, and across my naked breasts. I wanted him to give me a cum bath and he did. Sadly, and unfortunately, then, when COVID struck, that was the last time that I had sex.

“Cum, Bob, cum. Cum on your sister-in-law’s face. Give me a cum bath. I want to be dripping with your cum,” I said to him. “Then, after I blow you, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me fast enough and hard enough to give me a sexual orgasm with my cock.”

With my brother-in-law always sexually attracted to me, he was more than surprised that I blew him. Even when I was on my knees sucking his cock, he couldn’t believe that I had willingly and consensually given him oral sex. He couldn’t believe that I not only allowed him to cum in my mouth but also that I allowed him to cum all over my face, too. Then, as sexually excited as he was shocked, he couldn’t believe that I allowed him to fuck me.

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Something as simple as that and that drove me insane with sexual lust, I wished that my stepson would make out with me while feeling me through my clothes. I’d love him to kiss me, French kiss me, while feeling my breasts and fingering my erect nipples through my blouse and my bra. I’d continue making out with him while he felt and squeezed my shapely ass through my short skirt and panties. I’d kiss him even more passionately if only he dared to reach his hand beneath my short skirt and cup my pussy through my white, bikini panties.

As if we were parked after a date, I wished he’d slowly and sexily undress me while continuing to make out with me. Alas, something that he’d, no doubt, would never do, he’d never undress me. I’d love for him to strip me naked. I’d love my stepson to see his whore of a stepmother without her clothes. As much as I’d love to see John standing in front of me naked, I’d love to stand in front of him while naked, too.

I wished he’d undress me down to my bra and panties before stripping me naked, totally naked. I’d love him to see, touch, and feel my big, D cup, naked breasts, and finger my erect nipples. I’d love him to see, touch, and feel my round, shapely, and naked ass. I’d love him to see, touch, and finger my blonde, trimmed, naked pussy. I’d love him to see, touch, and feel my naked body everywhere that a stepson should never touch and feel his stepmother.

In the way that I’d love to stroke his erect cock, I wish he’d cup my naked pussy before fingering my wet cunt. I’d love him to rub my clit and finger fuck me with one hand while pulling, turning, and twisting my erect nipples with his other hand. As much as I’d love to masturbate him, I’d love him to masturbate me. I wished my stepson would masturbate his stepmother. I’d love for him to give me a sexual orgasm with his long, stiff fingers.

Something that he’d, unfortunately, no doubt, would never do, I wished John would eat me. I’d love him to lick my warm pussy with his tongue while fingering my wet cunt with his fingers. I’d love my stepson to give me oral sex. I’d love him to give me a second, sexual orgasm, this time, instead of with his fingers, with his long and wide tongue.

‘Eat me, John. Eat your stepmother. Lick me while rubbing my clit and finger fucking my pussy. Make mommy cum. I need to cum. If you give me a sexual orgasm with your fingers and your tongue, I’ll give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had in your life,’ I imagined saying to him.

Something that I imagine him doing while masturbating myself, my sexual dream come true, I wanted my stepson to give me multiple, sexual orgasms. I wanted him to give me my first, sexual orgasm with his fingers. I wanted him to play with my pussy. I wanted him to masturbate me. I wanted him to make me cum.

Then, I wanted him to give me my second, sexual orgasm with his tongue. I wanted him to eat me. I wanted him to lick my pussy while fingering my pussy. I wanted him to rub my clit while finger fucking me. I wanted him to lap my cunt while reaching up to fondle my naked breasts and finger my erect nipples. I wanted him to make me cum with his fingers and his tongue.

Finally, once naked, and sexually vulnerable, I wished he’d stick his cock in my pussy. I wished he’d slowly and passionately make love to me while kissing me, French kissing me. Then, I wished he’d fuck me fast enough and hard enough to give me a third, sexual orgasm, this time with his cock. When masturbating myself, I imagined him literally pounding my pussy fast and hard. I imagined him fucking me. I imagined him cumming in my pussy.

I’ve thought about having sex with him dozens of times when masturbating myself with my vibrator and with my dildo. Yet, with him never taking that next, sexual step, no doubt, we’ll never have forbidden sex. Trust me, if he showed any indication of being sexually attracted to me, I’d have incestuous sex with him if I could. Only, he’d rather masturbate over blonde, big breasted, older women who looked like me while alone in his bedroom with his door closed.

‘Fuck! What about me? I have blonde hair. I have big breasts. I’m an older woman. Why don’t you want to have sex with me? Is it because I’m your stepmother,’ I thought? ‘Is it because you’d be embarrassed and ashamed to have sex with me?’

To be continued…