Is that my New stepson? (18+)

Reassuring

Many of us have our own ways of healing, things that we find therapeutically calming to get our minds to reprogram; therapists, beach, family, friends or even a pet and so on. Anything to let the negativity that's looming over our heads like a dark cloud; that follows us everywhere, invisible to the eyes of everyone.

As Sebastian used to say "The seaweed is always, greener in somebody else's lake".

Lately I have not felt worthy anymore to just pick up a bible to read a Chapter and make my usual prayer to my dear lord, perhaps it happened when I stayed in a failed marriage in vain? Or maybe cause I've secretly been fawning over my stepson since the day I heard his voice. though I know the Lord is the all forgiving, I just can't help but feel I have failed as a Christian.

Yes, everyone makes mistakes and I should just learn from them and move on but my mental blockage says otherwise. My new method now is jogging or any sports activities; something that makes me move and focus on the now moment and not the moment I desperately want to get away from. Since sleep has been Elusive, here I am under the gloomy yet crisp dawn of the sun My goddess braids are free swaying side to side, the wet sand from the rain the night prior sticks to the bottom of my shoes putting a heavy strain on my foot muscles resulting in more effort from my legs. as I feel the satisfying burn in my stomach, gentle wind kisses my body, skin glowing with sweat, the music in my ears encouraging my struts when my body itself threatens to shut down if I take another step.

Signals are flaring through my brain sending me all sorts of signals to pause my movements, yet my mind remains on One thing, one event, and one person. Memories of that night's event kept running through my mind like a river flowing down a stream; unstoppable and fast. Just what is wrong with me? It's been forever since I've ever been touched that way so lost in the moment - lost to the pleasure my body succumbed to with him.

His hands, Body, the heat, how ... he mauled every bit of my body the same way I attempted in my room prior, only he read the parts in my body screaming to be used and played with. I could still feel them, calloused fingers against my scorching skin and ... how turned on I was allowing my body the flexibility to move giving him access to all my favorite sweet spots. My vision battles to remain in Reality, the pain in my abdomen eventually mixed in with the erotic thoughts became my undone, bile was rising quickly as with my exhaustion slowing down a bit did nothing to stop the signals.

It's time to stop, I think I'm going to pass out.

I pause heaving hard, blinking repeatedly to stop the darkness from consuming me, I can feel the hard beating of my heart threatening to break free from the excessive pump's. Hands on my hips felt wasn't enough to stabile my body with a long deep breath my hands propped on my knees, back hunched over, I stare at the floor dropping sweat on the sand as I let out Huffs allowing my body and heart to rest. Few Moments have passed, and my body temperature cools down with the help chilly breeze brushing against my bare back, yet my heart still pounds in my chest for some reason, every time I blink all I see are those Emerald eyes a slight annoyance came through me from a certain memory and I want to get out the sand; I need hard ground, I'm done for the day.

Finally looking up I find a sidewalk with a slight questionable distance, the soreness in my body began at my feet I can already feel the blood cells gathering at my feet, It's now or never. I wasn't wrong, lifting them felt like I was stuck in Molasses the more I moved the deeper I kept sinking a pain on my right rib makes me debate on continuing at all. My trembling legs refused to cooperate fully but I was greatful that they even moved at all.

I made it!

As if by coincidence I make it right in front of Mrs. Carols house, her and her husband both pushing their senior years with Her being seventy-nine and him seventy. Cougar. They are the towns Grandma and grandpa - any advice, soul food and a place to get away they are the ones-, although gray hairs have fully taken over her tight kinky Afro she looks absolutely stunning, there isn't a single wrinkle on her face, her body is still fit to perfection, c cups haven't sagged, waist still small, hips still wide. Her milky brown color still glowing denying her of any fading melanin. One would have to ask how old she is and still wouldn't believe it, she is the true definition of an African Goddess. As for The Mr. ... unfortunately, he let himself go, the man is kindhearted but the complete opposite of his spouse he looks pregnant with twins and wrinkles everywhere including his arms, everyoone ages differently abut the one that stands out is that he's an obvious pervert.

Fucker, but fun to mess with it.

I make my way to the window I know he's at every morning since I started jogging. I've developed a little routine where I go into a clueless character, before turning my backside to the window I caught a glimpse of his white shirt behind the sky blue curtains through my left peripheral vision, the blinds were thin enough to outline his large silhouette. Normally I'd settle for a colorful long Gym shark leggings and a matching sports bra set that outlines my bottom cheeks and large breast, but today I decided to wear black spandex shorts and a black sports bra, it's moments like these I love my natural thick body, my hips wide and my ass long, thick thighs and big firm legs, small waist and big breast. I begin with toe touchers making sure my ass is directly in the air giving it a wiggle , I'm in a slight better mood than before so I decided today I'll give him a gift just for fun, i turn to the side Giving Him a side view of me; seductively I wipe my sweat off my body slowly rolling my head back eyes closed looking as if I'm applying lotion or moisturizer on my skin in a euphoric state.

I'm entertaining an old man for crying out loud. What has my life turned to? If my husband was still giving me his full attention I wouldn't be here right now. Fucker! It's his fault. I think to myself

Tracing the lines of my body, I hear something drop and footsteps quickly fading. Gotcha. I smirked to myself and decided it's time to return home where my stepson will be, my husband hasn't returned since that night and I honestly don't know what I'll do when he comes or how he'll react when he here's the news. I've already filled my part of the divorce, claimed my home in another town near my bakery, a 1 bedroom 1 bathroom 1,700 square mini condo out in town. I decided to not take any assets from him. We have no kids so nothing is really tying me to him.

It's really over

I mentally prepare myself as I walked to The house I'm nervous to get back too, hoping any distraction would come through a part of me can't wait to see him again, but a part of me wished he was gone. But why?

The house is cool compared to the death trap we call sun out there, true Canadians will say enjoy it while it's lasts, Since Canada is only hot once a month, but I'm a Caribbean woman I can handle the heat and I've grown accustomed to the cold and Snow. I roam my beautiful beach house that me and

'My husband' were supposed to be happy in; two story beach house with rounded stairs on the right, a balcony, white tiles polished to perfection the matching 3 set beige couches that came along with the white vases, lamps and my favorite that I personally wanted installed my French Empire Crystal chandelier that can be seen on the floor. A smile creeps on my face as I remember him admiring it so much He tore my clothes apart and made love to me in the dark under the chandelier.

What has happened? Where did That go? I truly miss my husband but no matter, All things come to an end. Wiping my eyes before tears fall I head to the kitchen grabbing some water bottles to put some in the fridge, putting out some supplies I'll be cooking with shortly on the counter all while cleaning some left over dishes.

"Another show just for me?" that voice once again sends my soul flying to the heavens.

When did he come downstairs?

"Jesus Isaac you scared me" I say voice stuttering trying to catch my breath due to the mere heart attack

Fellas when you have a deep voice like that please don't sneak up on unsuspecting women.

My knees go weak when I hear him chuckle I try so hard not to look at him and have made sure to avoid him since . That night . I'm surprised, surprised I lasted a week.

"My apologies Ms Elizabeth I was just craving chocolate".. the low tone he gave at the last word made my head spin to him so fast. Damn involuntary muscle movements there he was; leaning against the wall right leg crossed over left, muscular arms crossed over chest ,curly blonde hair released and .... Shirtless.

How beautiful he was even if I couldn't speak it the warmth my heart was feeling was enough The room is suddenly spinning I'm losing my balance, inconspicuously I grip the counter for stability my eyes can't stop itself from observing the beautiful pecs, brown n*****s his hardened flattened stomach with that eight pack well defined ,deep V line disappearing in his pajama pants.

I finally see the tattoo a little i think it's a dragon or a lizard or something? All of a sudden it gets clearer and closer the image is finally clear somehow his chest is right on my face, at the corners of my eyes I see his hands drop to his sides with precaution as if afraid to make any sudden movements.

It's a snake but that's not all I notice this young man is completely in shape body completely ripped as if he's never heard of A cheat day ever. I want to touch him, even if I could fight it I simply just don't want to. Somehow I'm feeling his body tracing the veins, watching the rise and fall of his chest, Fruity breath hitting my forehead and muscles flinching all up close How the f**k?. My hands trace up to the neck when my eyes land on his lips so close to my forehead.

Wait.

His lips near my forehead?

Lips near my head? Oh...Dear.....Lord!

I turn my head slowly to look at the spot I was supposed to be standing at. The safe zone, to the spot my legs brought me to where I'm not supposed to be at. The danger zone. How is it those who pray for death never gets their wish? Holy s**t, cause if not my curiosity will be the thing that ends my life. Slowly I look up to his eyes that are no longer the forest green but dark and murky full of hunger.

His lips look so inviting, the slight lick of my pulls emanates a growl within his chest I look back to the dark eyes drained of light his whole expression was clear as day telling me one thing ; 'Touch me again, and it's your fault' do I dare? Maybe in another life I could be so daring but for now I need to contain me self control and with that I bolted up the stairs not looking back.

After showering the sweat and humiliation off my body with the door of my bedroom shut and completely sealed I lay down for a little power nap.

The steamy shower did me no good nor was applying any of my body wash, Hands, veined tatted hands were all my mind could conjure and the annoying beating of my heart. Collapsing in bed from Exhaustion felt like heaven and hell, the blood cells within my body went wild: I feel them traveling down my veins tickling my limbs in the process releasing the probable Cyanosis, that alone made my eyelids heavy until my brain decided to give me a reminder "hey remember that night you almost f****d your stepson the first day you met him?", rolling my eyes groaning i sandwich my head in between my pillows.