A woman's Desire

it was 10:30pm the night was cool, and the stars billions of miles away shone brightly, I was never a big fan of starry nights, I was too busy to even care. My husband had left on a business trip and I sat alone on the king sized bed listening to the faint voice from the Television, I had a long day, a few hours ago I was in Barcelona on a business trip and looking back now I might have as well passed the night over there rather than returning home here ar Barbados, but then again who would stay home with Michael, my husband's son with another woman, his wife before I came along. I was tired, i gave up and I was going to bed My left hand reached behind my back and pulled the zipper down as my dress fell to the floor of my bedroom revealing my bra and panties. I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror on the wall and couldn't help but notice how good I looked for my age. I may have been 43 years old, but I still had the body of a 20-year-old, I guess doing yoga for all of these years really does do a body good. I looked over at the bed and began to miss my husband, he would usually be lying there already and watching me as I undressed. I never understood what my friends told me about their s*x lives drying up once they got married because my s*x life has never been better. I'm having the most s*x that I've ever had in my life, that even includes when I was in college and I had s*x with every guy that I could get my hands on. My husband and I have s*x at least twice a day, usually it happens before bed and before he goes to work and that doesn't even include all the blow jobs and hand jobs that I give him. If I didn't know any better I would swear that my husband is a nymphomaniac, the only problem is if that's true then that means that I'm also a nympho and that's maybe why our marriage works so good, because it's not based on anything except for the most passionate and kinkiest sex a person can imagine. What's wrong with a marriage being based on s*x? My husband was out of town on this night on business and I so badly wanted to give him a call and have some of that good phone s*x that we usually have when he's gone, however he's on the east coast and it's three hours later there, so that means it's 1 AM and I know he has a big meeting the next day so I didn't want to wake them up or get them all charged up and wear him out before his big meeting. I couldn't help but look at that empty spot in our bed and wished so much that he would be lying there at that moment because I just wanted to climb on top of him and stick that big p***s of his inside of me and have him fill me up with a big load of c*m. However, on this night that would be impossible. I looked back at the mirror and began to unhook my bra, it was lacy and black, just how my husband likes it and from what I found in my stepson's bedroom, that's how he likes my bras as well. A few days ago while my stepson was gone I was gathering his dirty clothes for the laundry when I stumbled across something very disturbing and upsetting. Underneath his bed was one of my black lacy bras, but that wasn't the disturbing and upsetting part, on the bra there was dried c*m, when I saw this I began to cry, I couldn't believe that my stepson had been m**********g with one of my bras. As I was on my knees in my stepson's bedroom holding that c*m stained bra in my hands I began to try to figure out why he would want to masturbate and c*m all over my bra. Could it be possible that my stepson is somehow attracted to me? If that were true that would be completely disgusting and wrong. A stepson should not have any sort of s****l attraction to their stepmother. To me there is no difference between a biological mother and a stepmother and I have always treated my stepson as if he was my own, but now that I see what kind of perverted thoughts he has in his mind about me, I just don't know what to think anymore. Part of me wanted to believe that maybe he decided to masturbate with one of my bras just because he was horny and because he's a virgin he wanted to try and get as close to a real woman as he could and maybe this is as close as he could get in life. My stepson was 18 years old and was very shy and was not good around people, especially girls, he would just clam up and wouldn't know what to say or how to act. I wanted my stepson to find a girlfriend, especially now that he's going to be starting college in a few weeks he needs to learn how to talk to girls and eventually start having s*x with them. His personality is the complete opposite of my husband who is so outgoing and personable and can talk to anybody, he can carry on a 20 minute conversation about nothing with a complete stranger and he is definitely not scared of girls, I know all about his past and all of the girls he f****d after his first divorce before he met me. In this case the old saying "Like father, like stepson" is definitely not true, not at all I had to decide whether or not I would confront my stepson about finding my bra with his c*m all over it and if I was going to tell his father about it. I debated with myself about this over and over and finally decided that I wouldn't confront my stepson or tell my husband about it, I would give my stepson one more chance and as long as I never found one of my bras under his bed ever again I would just pretend like it never happened and I never did find another one of my bras under his bed, but I sure did find something else. Earlier in the day I was once again gathering my stepson's dirty clothes in his room for the laundry and when I reached my hand underneath his bed I was so nervous that I might find another one of my bras with his c*m sprayed all over it, but I didn't find one of my bras, I found something else, something that I wished I had never found. In the same spots underneath his bed where I found my bra before I pulled out a pair of my black panties and as I examined them it was more than obvious that my stepson had done nasty things to them. My stepson's dried cum was plastered all over the inside of the panties and as I saw this my eyes began to well up in tears started to stream down my face. Was my stepson really a pervert and was m**********g with my panties thinking about me? Now not only had I found my black bra covered in my stepson's c*m, but I found the matching pair of panties and they had even more c*m on them than my bra. The first thing I thought about was to call a therapist and make an appointment for my stepson because what he was doing was not right and it was wrong, it had to stop. I decided that I was going to need my husband's help in trying to figure out how to solve my stepson's problem, but since he was out of town I would have to wait until the next day because I didn't want to have to spring this on him when I was 3000 miles away. I finished taking my bra off and set it on the dresser. I reached down and placed my fingers in the waistband of my panties and slid them off of me. As I looked at myself completely naked in the mirror I began to wonder why on earth an 18-year-old like my stepson would be attracted to a 43-year-old mature woman. It just didn't make any sense to me, wouldn’t a guy his age prefer an 18-year-old girl instead of a 40 year old woman who was well on her way to middle age? It just didn't make any sense to me and I just had to hope that my husband would be able to solve my stepson's problem once he got home from his business trip. After I found my bra underneath my stepson's bed I began hiding them so he wouldn't find them, little did I know that if he couldn't find one of my bras he would just take a pair of my panties, so now I would have to hide all of my underwear, because the last thing I ever want to see again is my stepson's cum sprayed all over my underwear. I just wanted to get some sleep and forget about what was going on with my stepson. I've always slept in the nude, so I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over me and was ready to drift off to sleep, until I heard a knock on the bedroom door. "Yes?" "Can I come in?" I heard my stepson asked through the door. It was already getting so late and I just wanted to get some sleep, I had no idea what he wanted. "Come in." I was naked so I would have to make sure that I remained covered up, the last thing that I want is to have my stepson who might be infatuated with me to see me naked. My stepson was in his blue pajamas and he had an upset look on his face. He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. I sat up, keeping myself covered with a blanket and looked at him. He is usually happy and upbeat and rarely do I see him looking like this, I wondered what was wrong with him. "Is something wrong, honey?" I asked as I placed my left hand on his right shoulder. "Can I talk to you about something?" He asked. "Of course, you can talk to me about anything." "Even if it's really embarrassing?" "Honey, I am your stepmother, when I say even talk to me about anything, I really do mean that." I could see that he was really upset and was having a hard time telling me whatever it was. He needed to be comforted, needed a mother's touch. Keeping myself covered with a blanket, I slid down to the edge of the bed where he was sitting and placed my left arm over his shoulders and began to rub his leg with my right hand. "It's just you and me, now tell me whatever is bothering you and I can promise that I can make it all better." My stepson had his head down as his eyes looked down at the floor, for some reason he couldn't make eye contact with me. "Can I just talk to you about it tomorrow? please?" "Why don't you just get it off your chest right now, it would probably make you feel better." "Actually, what would make me feel better right now is if I could sleep in your bed tonight and we can just talk about it tomorrow." Before a few days ago I would have immediately said yes to my stepson sleeping in my bed with me, but after what I found in his bedroom I don't know what is in that mind of his and if he really just wants to sleep in my bed because he's upset or if there's something more to his request. I began to think that it's possible the reason why he's acting so despondent is because maybe he went to grab that pair of panties to masturbate with underneath his bed and when they were gone he realized that he had been caught by me and now he was ashamed and scared what would happen to him if his father found out what he was doing with his stepmother's bra and panties. I don't think my stepson is a weirdo or anything, the only bad thing that I know about him is that he has this weird infatuation with my underwear and I truly don't know if it actually has anything to do with him being attracted to me or not. At that moment I was so tired that I just wanted to get some sleep and I gave an answer to my stepson that I may live to regret. "Okay, you can sleep in my bed tonight, but there's just one thing you have to promise." My stepson looked up at me. "What?" He asked. "No hogging the covers like your father does. Alright?" My stepson smiled and let out a small giggle. "I promise I won't." "Great! Shut the bedroom door and let's get some shut eye." I knew that I should probably get up and put on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt so I wouldn't be sleeping completely naked next to my stepson, but I was so sleepy that I convinced myself that everything was going to be all right and I should just go to sleep. My stepson shut the bedroom door and got into bed where his father usually sleeps, little did he know that it was completely covered in his father's cum and his stepmother’s p***y juice. I tried to wash our sheets and blankets as often as I can, but we've done so many dirty things on them that there is no way 10 spin cycles could get all of that DNA off. With my stepson now nice and tucked in to my bed, I leaned over to him and gave him a good night kiss on his forehead. "Good night, honey." "Good night." He said as his eyes began to flutter and drift off to sleep. I wasn't sure if my stepson was aware that I was completely naked underneath the covers that I shared with him, but luckily he was already on his way to sleep so I wouldn't have to worry about it. I rolled over and placed my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. I was so tired from having to get up early that morning to drive my husband to the airport that I was asleep before I even knew it. I was going to be able to get some real beauty sleep because I didn't have to wake up to an alarm. My husband was going to be out of town for another day and my stepson didn't have anything to do since college and start for a few more weeks, I truly look forward to a long restful night of sleep. I must've been in a deep sleep because I started to have the weirdest dream. I dreamt about how my stepson stuck his c**k in my p***y while I was sleeping and he began to f**k me and when I awoke in the dream and found him inside of me I didn't stop him, instead I allowed him to f**k me and bring me to orgasm. I don't know if that would be considered a dream or a nightmare, but the strange thing was that I liked it. In my dream my stepson's c**k was so big that it barely fit inside of me, I thought it was strange since he was so much bigger than his father. He was completely stressing me out and making my p***y so wet and I absolutely loved it. In the dream I kept telling my stepson how much better his c**k felt inside of me than his father's. My stepson made me feel pleasures that I had never known and I never wanted him to stop. My dreams suddenly stopped and my eyes popped open as I felt dazed and confused, almost as if I didn't know where I was. All I knew was that I was in the dark room and in the distance I could see an alarm clock with the red LED lights saying that it was 3AM. There were something else that was strange, the pleasure that I was feeling in the dream didn't stop when I awoke, it kept going. As I laid there with my eyes open in my head on my pillow trying to figure out if I was still dreaming or if this was actually reality I felt something sliding in and out of me. I thought to myself "Whatever that is how on earth did something so big fit inside of me?" That's when I heard a moan come from behind me. I turned my head and looked, there was my stepson looking disheveled and sweating. "What's going on?" I asked while still not knowing what was reality and what was a dream. "I'm sorry! I just couldn't help it!" At that moment I was so confused. I had no clue what on earth my stepson was talking about. What was he apologizing for? "What are you talking about?" Then it hit me. What I was experiencing was definitely not a dream, it was as real as it could get and what that big thing was that I was feeling sliding in and out of me was my stepson's c**k. While I was sleeping my stepson had slipped his c**k inside of my pussy and began to f**k me. My first reaction was to yell at him and tell him to get his f*****g c**k out of my p***y immediately! But something stopped me from doing it, it felt too good to have him stop. I had never had my pussy completely filled up before and it felt so amazing that there was no way I could tell my stepson "No." "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" My stepson just kept apologizing as he kept driving his c**k deeper and deeper inside of me. I felt my stepson's left-hand slide onto my left hip as it began to move up higher and higher. Not only did I like the way that my stepson's c**k felt inside of me, but I liked his touch on my body. How was I letting something like this go on? I was so disgusted when I found my bra and panties underneath his bed covered in his c*m, now I'm letting him stick his c**k in me and feel me up? And I like it? I thought my stepson was sick, now I know that I am the one who is truly sick. I actually like my stepson f*****g me. How disgusting is that? My stepson's hands slid up to my large breasts as he began to caress them. As my stepson's hand explored my breasts I took his hand in mine and led him to my n*****s, they were already hard and erect and are ready to be played with. With my guidance my stepson began to ever so gently run his fingertips over the tips of my n*****s as it made my p***y even wetter than it already was. I had never felt my p***y this wet before in my life and that's including when my stepson's father f***s me in the very same bed that he was fucking me and now. My stepson was ramming his big c**k repeatedly inside of me and with every thrust I would let out a loud moan that echoed through my bedroom. "f**k! You're so deep! It feels so f*****g good!" As my stepson f****d me hard and deep with that big c**k of his he continued to caress my n*****s with the tips of his fingers, but I didn't want just a caress, I wanted something a little bit rougher. I took the tips of his fingers and wrap them around my left n****e and made him pinch it as hard as he could. I wanted my n*****s to experience the same pain that my pussy was experiencing that was causing oh so much pleasure. As my stepson's fingertips pinched my n****e I could feel him getting even deeper and deeper inside of me. He was so deep in me that I could feel him in my stomach, I had never felt a man that deep before and it was such a turn on, especially that it was my stepson who could go that deep. My stepson was deep, but I wanted it even deeper. "Deeper! Stick your cock in me deeper! I want to feel the whole thing inside of me!" My stepson grabbed the bedcovers and ripped them off of us, exposing my naked body. He was still in his blue pajamas and his c**k was sticking out of the opening in the front of his pajama bottoms. I felt my stepson's body slide closer to mine and begin to press up against me and then before I knew it he was on top of me with my face being pressed into my pillow. With my stepson on top of me I could feel him even deeper inside of me, but that wasn't the only thing that I was turned on about. I loved how my stepson's body was so big and strong that he was pressing me into the mattress. My stepson may not have been hung like his father, but he definitely was as big and strong as him. My stepson was 6-foot-2 and built like a rock and as he held me down and was forcing his c**k deeper and deeper inside of me I began to orgasm. I always thought that nobody would ever be able to make me c*m like my husband could, but who knew that it would be his stepson who would make his wife c*m, like she never has before. My stepson was forcing my face so deep in the pillow that I could barely breathe, but somehow that just made my orgasm even more intense. "I'm cumming! That big c**k of yours is making me c*m! Keep fucking me! Don't f*****g stop!" I screamed out. My stepson was f*****g me like a good little stepson should as the orgasm rippled through my body. My toes began to curl and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I came harder than I ever had before in my entire life. I could feel all the p***y juice that my stepson was squeezing out of me with that big c**k of his as it ran down and began to cover the bed sheets. Just as my orgasm was reaching its peak my stepson began moaning. "Your p***y feels so good! It's so warm and wet and tight!" As my stepson's moans got louder and louder I thought about how it would be a night he would always remember, not only did he f**k his stepmother in the very bed that she shared with his father, but it was also the night that he lost his virginity. I know that I should've been disgusted having my stepson on top of me repeatedly shoving his c**k in me, but I wasn't. I may of been his stepmother, but why can't two people have a little fun together? So what if we happen to be stepmother and stepson. If something feels good why shouldn't you be able to do it? No matter how wrong people might say it is. I like the way my stepson f****d me and the way his big c**k felt shoved so deep inside of me and this stepmother was so proud of the good job her stepson was doing. I could feel the sweat dripping from my stepson's body onto mine as his strokes became even faster and more intense. He began to moan uncontrollably and that's when it happened. "I'm going to c*m!" He moaned into the pillow and mattress. When I heard that he was about to c*m, I began to panic. I wasn't on birth control pills and even though I was 43 years old there was still a chance that my stepson could get me pregnant. I couldn't let my stepson c*m inside of me no matter how good it would feel, I mean how on earth would I explain being pregnant to my husband since he always cums on my face. I had to stop my stepson from letting his c**k explode inside of me. He was pushing my face so far into the pillow that my desperate pleas for him to stop went unheard. "Stop! You need to stop!" I continued begging him, but he was so consumed with his c**k about to explode that my cries went unanswered. "Get off of me! Did you hear me? Get the f**k off of me!" Just as my last pleas left my lips I felt my stepson's c**k begin to shoot deep inside of me. I had never felt a man shoot his c*m so deep before and the feeling made me have another orgasm. The last thing that I wanted was to have an orgasm while my stepson got me pregnant, but there was nothing that I could do. My stepson was just too big to push off of me so I stopped fighting and gave in to him as we orgasm to together. He moaned slightly under his breath "Yes yes yes yes yes" My stepson's c**k not only came deep inside of me, but the amount of cum that exploded out of it began to fill up my p***y. Feeling how full my pussy was becoming with my stepson's c*m was so amazing and I wanted his cock to keep cumming inside of me and fill me up as much as he could. My stepson's body laid limp on top of me as the last remaining drops of cum dripped out. Feeling my stepson on top of me while his c**k was deep inside of me and his c*m completely filled me up was such a good feeling that I just wanted my stepson to just lay there and let his c**k rest inside of me while I felt his c*m slowly ooze out of my p***y. With my stepson finally finished, he rolled over onto my husband's side of the bed and let out a loud sigh. I turned towards my stepson and placed my right hand on his chest as it slipped inside of his pajama top. My stepson looked at me. "Are you mad at me?" He asked with a guilty look on his face. "Why would I be mad at you?" I asked him. "Because I stuck my c**k in your pussy." "Are you kidding? Mad? Your father isn’t going to be home till tonight and there's two more places where I want you to stick that big c**k of yours. "Two more places?" "That's right. And one of those places, your father has never been there before." I said to my stepson with a gleam in my eye. "I guess you want to know what I wanted to talk to you about before we went to sleep." "Is it about what was under your bed?" "I promise that won't ever happen again." "You're damn right it won't! Because from now on whenever you cum make sure I'm around, because I wouldn't want all of that warm c*m to go to waste." I said to my stepson as I laid my head down on his chest and I placed my hand in his. Now, he'll never have to masturbate with my underwear, because who needs m**********n when you have a stepmother I decided to give him a hand job, As I rubed his leg I noticed a large bulge begin to appear in his underwear which he put back on, As I grasped his crotch in my hand I looked down at his face as there were no more tears, instead there was a look of shock, but yet I could see that he liked the way that my hand felt even though he knew it was totally wrong for his own stepmom to have her hand in a place it should never touch. I began to grasp his bulge tighter and tighter in my hand as he let out an audible moan “Oh god!” I know I’m not supposed to say this but in a way it turned me on that my stepson liked the way my hand felt between his legs. I slid the tips of my fingers up his jeans until they found his zipper, I slowly slid it down until it was completely unzipped. I slid my fingers a little bit higher above his jeans, as I grabbed the waist to them and pulled them down to just below his knees, there in front of me was my stepson’s hard cock that was pulsating with anticipation of feeling my hand around it. I hesitated before touching his c**k with my hand and had to ask myself if this was a good idea. RING RING RING. The sound of the alarm bells from my phone jolted me up, my bed was wet, my underwear was as well, I looked at the side of the bed where my husband lays, it was empty, Alas I was dreaming, not any kind of dream, it was a wet dream, I felt this mix of emotions. Thank goodness