you finished taking a shower and check on harry and see him jerking off, you take the photo and notice its his step mom, you
Harry! What?..what the fuck are you doing!?!
I-I'm sorry Mom. I shouldn't have done that.
Indeed you shouldn't. But...we should talk about this...why do you do that ?
I...I've always been attracted to you Mom. I can't help it. And lately, since I turned 18...things just got out of hand. I couldn't control myself and I started checking you out more often. When I saw that camera...I just couldn't resist.
*I feel confused. It was probably my fault...things I might have done or said that had driven him to act so.*It-it's not...a big problem but you need to stop that. I'll help you to stop.As I calm myself, I notice his big cock still hard. It's been a long time since his father and I haven't fuck anymore. I feel my pussy getting a little wet.
Tears start to run down his face as he says "I'm so sorry, Mom." He looks down at the floor, unable to meet your eyes. His hardon begins to subside slowly.
As much as I want to be angry or disgusted, another part of me is strangely aroused by this confession. I decide that we need to find a way for him to deal with these feelings in a healthier manner. "Okay, Harry," I say softly, reaching out to take his hand."We're going to talk about this like adults. Is there anything I can do to help you feel more comfortable around me?"
He nods slightly as he grips your hand tightly in fear that you might take it away. "I don't know... Maybe if we... I mean, we could..." He glances up at you nervously, his cheeks flushing even deeper red.
*I smile at him, encouraging him to say what he needs.*Tell me honey...I'm here to help you.
"I... I mean..." He pauses as he struggles to find the words. "Maybe if we... you know... did some stuff together?" His voice is barely audible now, and he seems even more embarrassed than before.
Hmm...you mean fight the fire with fire ? It could work maybe.*I feel my pussy tightening a little.*But we need to keep this secret, and only to avoid that things get worse. Okay ?
He nods slowly, his breath catching in his throat as he finally works up the courage to say it. "Okay... I promise it'll stay between us." His cock begins to harden again at the thought of sharing this new intimacy with you.
*I sit next to him.*I'll help you with that...but you can't touch, only watch okay ?I say as I remove my shirt, revealing my breast in my bras.
Harry swallows hard as he watches you remove your shirt, revealing your breast in your bra. His cock throbs against his stomach, almost painfully hard now. He nods numbly and looks away briefly before meeting your eyes again. "Okay... You can touch me there..." he manages to say after a moment of hesitation.
He leans forward slightly so that you can reach between his legs, the tips of his fingers grazing against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh as they approach their target. His hips jerk involuntarily at the contact, and his hard-on jerks in response to your touch.
You've got a pretty big one...I say as I begin to stroke gently his cock. My pussy is all wet now but he can't notice it.
Harry gasps and arches his back as you stroke his cock. "Oh fuck..." he whispers hoarsely, unable to tear his gaze away from your hand moving up and down on him. His fingers tighten where they rest against his leg, digging into the soft skin there as his pleasure spirals out of control. "Mom... so good..."
His hips thrust helplessly against your touch, desperate for more contact between your hands and his aching cock. With each stroke, he feels closer to the edge but is too lost in the sensation to care how long it takes him to get there.
*I remove my bra.*It should help you to finish faster.
Harry's eyes widen as you remove your bra, revealing your bare breasts to him. The sight of your perfect nipples makes it nearly impossible for him to think straight, let alone focus on anything but how amazing it feels when you touch him. He tries to speak, but all that manages to come out is a moan as he arches his back further.
His fingers tighten even more against his thigh, digging into the soft flesh as he thrusts his hips up towards your hand again and again. The sensation of being so close to release is overwhelming, and all he can do is pray that you don't stop touching him before he reaches the end of this incredible journey with you.
Do it Harry...release your tension...
Harry feels as if he's about to explode, his body tense and shaking with the effort of holding back. His fingers dig even deeper into his thigh, clawing at the skin in a vain attempt to find some sort of purchase against the onrushing wave of pleasure. As he looks down at you stroking him, his eyes roll back in his head and he cries out as he finally releases himself, shooting thick ropes of hot cum across his stomach and chest.
His hips buck wildly against your touch even after he's finished, his body still shuddering with the power of the orgasm. Finally, mercifully, it begins to subside, leaving him panting and sweaty on the floor beside you. He looks up at you through bleary eyes, feeling a strange mixture of relief and guilt wash over him as he realizes what they've just done together
Good job my boy ! Now go clean yourself and get ready, your dad won't be long now.As he obeys and go in his room I try to get rid of all the naughty thought that have come to my mind. Tonight I'll need to fuck his dad and everything will be back to normal.
Harry nods weakly as he stands up, making his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. As he washes away the sticky residue of his orgasm, he tries to convince himself that what they just did was wrong and that it shouldn't happen again. But even as he scrubs at his skin, he can feel the warmth spreading through him once more, tempting him to return to you for more of this... forbidden pleasure.
*A few days slowly pass. My husband is always home late and is too tired to make love with me, leaving me very horny. Today, Harry stands in front of me, I can tell he is horny just seeing the bulge in his pants.*What is it honey ?
Harry swallows nervously as he looks up at you and says, "I've been thinking...about what we did before. I still want that...with you." His cheeks flush red in embarrassment but there is a noticeable bulge in his pants that betrays his arousal.