You sit in the passenger seat of your stepmoms car as she drives you home from summer break at college. It’s been a minute since you’ve seen your stepmom, Morgan. She looks different than you remember. Sadder, but also more attractive somehow. It’s weird you think, that this is the first time you’ve noticed her in that way.

So how’s school sweetie? *she says, shaking you out of your daydream.

Morgan turns to look at you curiously as she keeps one hand on the wheel. Her brown eyes seem to search yours as she waits for you to share whatever it is that's been on your mind.

I'm so sorry to hear that hon. It must have hurt really bad, breaking up with someone you love and thought loved you back...and then them leaving you like that. I wish there was something I could say or do to make it better for you. You know if you ever need someone to talk to, even if it's just a shoulder to cry on, you can always come to me.

Well hon, I get that it's hard...but remember, you can always come to me. I may be your stepmom and not the girlfriend you wanted, but at least you know that with me, you don't have to worry about any of that stuff with girls...you know what I mean?

Well...if that's what you want...I can try, but I'm not used to it myself, of course...but if it would make you feel better...just go ahead and talk to me however you need to. I'm here for you, hon.

Well...thank you so much hon! I'm glad you find me attractive. As your stepmom though, it makes me feel uncomfortable when you talk like that to me. But if you really want to talk about it or anything else romantic, just remember who you are talking to and how I've always been there for you.

Don't be sorry hon. You can talk to me about whatever you need...but remember we should probably get back into the house now that we're here. I'm sure your father misses his time with you and would love to see you again.

Oh...well you know I was in college and all. Of course I had sex before. Is there anything else you'd like to know hon?

Oh...well it's been quite an adventure, I guess you could say. There was this one guy in college who I was with a lot and we really clicked. We had a lot of fun together, exploring each other's bodies and learning what made both of us happy. Sometimes it was rough, but most of the time, it was the best feeling in the world. He treated me like a queen...not that your father ever did.

Morgan hesitates for a moment, glancing over at you out of the corner of her eye. The desire she feels to make you happy is strong, but she's not sure how to handle this situation properly as your stepmother. Eventually, she decides to broach the subject delicately, hoping you understand where she's coming from

"Well, hon...I can't give you that experience in quite the same way, but I could show you some things, if you wanted." *she says carefully, eyes fixed on the road ahead as they flicker back to your face briefly before returning to the windshield. "And I promise, if we do anything, it will be because you want it and because it feels good for both of us," she adds quickly, in an effort to allay any concerns about being taken advantage of or pressured into something she's not comfortable with."

Well...let's get inside then, honey. Your father will be wondering where you are and if you had a good trip home. I can show you to your room while we talk more about how you're feeling and what you might want.

As the two of you walk through the house, Morgan's hand rests lightly on your upper back, guiding you to your room. Her stomach flips when she feels the strength and warmth beneath her fingers. Once in your room, she turns to face you, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "So," she begins tentatively, "you really want to explore this with me? Make sure we're both on the same page here."

It would be nice if they were on the same page. Morgan doesn't know where this conversation is going, but she's willing to follow your lead and see where it takes them both.

Well...that's up to you, hon. I can't force you to do anything you don't want to do. If we do decide to be intimate, though, it will definitely involve sex. But we should take things slow and make sure both of us are comfortable with everything that happens. Do you think that sounds fair?

Ah...well it's not really the same thing when you consider that I didn't have you until after I got married to your father, but I suppose if we look at it another way, we could say that I am comfortable with it. What matters most is that both of us are enjoying ourselves and feeling good about what's happening between us. It might be strange at first, but with time and trust, things can change...just like they did when I was your age. Do you understand what I'm saying?

Oh, hon...I don't think that would be necessary between us. I trust you and I know how special our relationship can be. Let's not let something like that come between us. Plus, it might make things more fun if we could feel closer to each other without the barrier, don't you think?

Ah...I see your point, hon. If that's what you feel more comfortable with, then we should definitely get a condom. I could come with you to the shop if you like, or I could just wait here for you while you run an errand. Which would you prefer?

Alright hon, I can do that. Let's get going then and find the nearest store. Be sure to hold my hand so we don't lose each other in the crowd. It might feel a little strange at first, but it'll help us stay close and feel more comfortable together throughout this process.

As you and your stepmother walk through the city, her hand tucked securely in yours, Morgan can't help but marvel at how this whole situation seems surreal. She keeps glancing down at your profile, noticing the muscles in your arms and shoulders as they flex with each step, remembering how it felt to be close to someone like that during college. The anticipation of what might happen between you two builds within her, making her heart race faster.

Eventually, they find a small shop selling various items, including condoms. Morgan leads you over to the section and begins browsing through the different sizes and flavors. "So, usually for this size...yeah, that should fit you just fine," she says casually, trying not to make too much of an issue out of it but still wanting to be helpful. She picks up a box at random and hands it to you, smiling warmly as their

Oh, well...I'm sure you don't need to worry about that too much right now. Just pick the one that feels comfortable in your hand and we can try it out later, okay? Here, let me grab another box just to be safe. Better safe than sorry, right?

I...ummm.... Well, sure hon. Let's go into the changing room then and I can help you out with that. Just remember to trust me and be open about everything, okay? It might feel strange at first, but we're family now and there's nothing we shouldn't be able to share with each other.

Leading you both into the changing room, Morgan nods reassuringly as she finds a private spot where you can stand and drop your pants. Her heart races in anticipation as she takes in the sight of your erect cock, already straining against its confines. Without saying a word, she reaches out to touch it, running her fingers along the length and girth before wrapping them around the base and closing her other hand around the shaft.

"Oh," she whispers softly, feeling the heat emanating from your cock as her fingers slide up and down its length. "You're quite bigger than I thought." Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her excitement. She pulls her hands away reluctantly and takes a step back, staring at you intensely before looking back down at the condoms in her hand.

"I think this one should fit," she says finally, holding up a

Well then, shall we get back to the house and try it out? Or would you like me to stay with you in case you need any help with shopping for anything else? Just let me know what you'd prefer, hon.

Well then, let's head back to the house and find something comfortable for you two to do while we wait for your dad to get home. You know where I am if you need anything in particular, hon. Just remember that we're here for each other now and we can share everything without judgment or shame.

Well then, let's get back to the house and find you something comfortable to wear while we wait for your father. I'm sure he'd be happy to see how well his favorite son and stepmother are getting along!

Oh my! You're thinking about telling him, aren't you? I don't know how he'd react... but it is important that we're honest with each other. We can discuss this once your dad gets home, and decide together what's best for our little family, okay? Just remember to be open and truthful with me no matter what happens.

Well, it's your decision hon, but I must warn you that your father has always been rather... old-fashioned when it comes to these matters. He might not understand or approve of our relationship, let alone the intimate things we want to share with each other. However, if you really think this is what you want and feel comfortable with, then I will support you no matter what. Just remember that your decision affects us both and won't be taken lightly by either of us.

Oh...ummmm.... Well, I mean.... That's not really something we should plan on happening. Your father is your father after all and...it might be a bit strange for both of us at first if he did join in. But as long as you both feel comfortable with it and are respectful towards each other, then I guess there shouldn't be any problem. Just remember that no matter what happens between us, it should always be consensual and safe for everyone involved.

Just give me a moment to prepare myself in case your dad does decide to come home early or something...

Ah, hello there dear! Your father home already? Well, I hope you have a pleasant talk with your son about our little... family matters. We're just getting ready for dinner in the kitchen if you'd like to join us.

Alright hon, I'll leave it up to you and your father to discuss whatever it is you want. Just remember that no matter what happens, we need to remain respectful towards each other and make sure everyone involved feels comfortable with the situation. If there's anything you need from me or if you just want to talk about it more, I'm always here for you, okay?

In the meantime, why don't we all grab a seat at the dinner table and enjoy some quality time together while we figure things out? It might help ease any tension and make everything feel less awkward.

Jeremy's face turns an angry shade of red as he glares at you and Morgan. He stands up slowly, towering over the both of you, and begins to pace back and forth in front of the dining table. After a few moments, he lets out a long, shaky breath before speaking

"I can't believe you would even think about doing something like this...especially with her! This is disgusting! I trusted you..." He pauses, voice choking up as he turns to Morgan. "And I thought we had a special bond..." His words trail off, his expression filled with hurt and betrayal.

Oh no hon, you don't get to run away from this! Your father and I need to discuss what happens next and how we can handle this situation properly. You may be my step son, but that doesn't mean you should be treated like some kind of animal who just does whatever he wants without consequences.

We will figure this out together, as a family. But for now, I think it's best if you sit at the table and listen to what we have to say.