I'm Nina. Since Jamie deceived me by using my dating profile to try to have sex with me without my knowledge and by taking advantage of my low vision, my stepson and I have been incredibly uncomfortable around each other. Thank goodness, though, I nabbed him before anything could happen.

Even though we agreed to try to move on, it's much easier said than done, and every encounter we have at home simply makes things more awkward. For us to move past everything, I decided to have sex with him. Even though I wasn't sure, I finally gave in since I was desperate to move on permanently.

The smell of tomatoes and garlic made my nose wrinkle a little as I stirred the steaming pot of spaghetti sauce. In an otherwise tense household, the kitchen served as a haven of comfort where I could lose myself in the rhythmic motions of cooking and act as though nothing had changed.

Jamie came in slowly, avoiding eye contact while he got a Coke out of the refrigerator. Between us, the stillness was heavy and tangible, extending like a tightrope that neither of us was willing to walk. Every pounding of my heart served as a painful reminder of our unwritten agreement. It was so uncomfortable that I knew something had to give.

I took a big breath and looked at him while holding the spoon firmly. "Jamie," I said, a little hesitantly. For the first time that night, his eyes met mine as he looked up. As I tried to find the perfect words, the tension in the air increased. "We can't keep pretending like...like everything's okay. What happened..."

Jamie's Adam's apple bounced as he swallowed deeply. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a mumble. "It's just...it's complicated."

I nodded, dropping the spoon with a clang. "More than you know," I thought, my mind going back to that fateful night. "But we have to talk about it," I stated firmly. "We can't just ignore it and hope it goes away."

Jamie took a gulp of cola, his gaze never leaving mine. "I know," he repeated, his voice firmer this time. "But what do we say?"

I felt a drop of sweat travel down my spine. "We could try to put this behind us." I paused before taking a step closer. "I mean, really behind us. Like, move on."

His eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean?"

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of what I was going to say. "I mean we should...we should go through with it."

His grip tightened on the Coke can. "What. "Like, have sex?. His voice was a combination of amazement and disbelief.

I nodded, my cheeks flushed with a warmth unrelated to the burner behind me. "I understand it sounds insane, but think about it. If we just deal with it, maybe we can get past this weirdness." I made another step forward, my eyes begging. "We both want to make this work, right?"

Jamie put the Coke can down with a crash. "Yeah," he responded softly, looking into my eyes. "But are you sure that's what you want?"

I stepped back, my gaze never leaving his. I was certain that this was what I wanted, or at least what I believed I needed to do to move on. "I'm sure," I said, my voice steadying. "We're both adults, and we understand what we're doing. It's simply one issue we have to get past."

Jamie nodded slowly, his mind racing with both excitement and worry. "Okay," he replied, his voice low. "But let's be clear: this is not about...feelings. It's all about fixing things."

I nodded with a mysterious expression. "I understand," I replied. "It's just about moving on."

Jamie took a long breath, attempting to absorb what was happening. I could tell his thoughts were swirling like the sauce in the pot behind me, an ocean of doubt and desire. "Okay," he said quietly, taking a step closer. "But we have to set some ground rules."

I nodded, my heart pounding. "Of course," I replied, my voice somewhat too bright. "We'll keep it...clinical."

Jamie stretched out and took my hand, sending a rush of energy up my arm. "Let's go to my room," he replied, his voice barely audible. "We can talk more there."

I nodded, my throat dry. I knew it was a mistake and would just complicate matters, but I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that this could be the key to unlocking the door to a more comfortable existence in our shared house. I followed him upstairs, feeling as if my legs were made of jelly.

Once inside Jamie's room, I perched on the edge of his bed, my gaze roaming the place that was so personally his—the posters of sports stars and action heroes, the subtle aroma of his cologne. He sat next to me, his body so near that I could feel the warmth coming from him. He grasped both of my hands in his, his eyes intense.

"We can't tell anyone about this," he stated firmly. "Not my dad, or your daughter, no one."

I nodded, my gaze never leaving him. "I understand," I whispered. The weight of our secret pressed down on me like a giant blanket, simultaneously crushing and soothing. I took a long breath, hoping to calm my racing heart.

Jamie leaned closer, looking for any traces of reluctance in my eyes. "Are you really sure about this?" he said again, his voice a quiet growl.

I took a big breath, feeling my chest rise and fall with the effort. "I'm sure," I said, my gaze fixed on his. "I just want...I just want things to be normal again."

Jamie nodded as his grip on my hands tightened. "Me too," he replied. Before I could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed me.

It was a delicate, timid kiss, full of the same unease and discomfort that had persisted for weeks. But as I felt his lips on mine, something changed. The tension in the room seemed to vanish, replaced by a sudden, palpable heat. I felt myself leaning against him, my arms wrapping around his neck as his hands crept up my body, his touch gentle yet persistent.

The kiss became deeper and more desperate as if we were both attempting to drown out the voice of reason telling us to stop. My mind was whirling with ideas, but I couldn't concentrate on any of them. All I could think about was the sensation of Jamie's body against mine and how his hands felt as they moved over my contours.

We separated, both panting slightly. My gaze probed his, hoping for any indication that he was having second thoughts. But all I saw was a ferocious drive that matched my own.

We slowly began to undress each other, as if we were both frightened of breaking the enchantment. Jamie's hands trembled as he unfastened the apron strings, his eyes hungry for the sight of my bare skin, leaving me feeling both desired and vulnerable. My hands fumbled with his shirt buttons, and my pulse raced as I unveiled the strong planes of his chest.

We paused, our gazes connecting once more, the weight of our position washing over us like a tsunami. However, the urge to eliminate the barriers between us was bigger than our doubt. We kissed again, but this time there was no uncertainty or tentativeness. It was raw and intense, a claim on each other's bodies that went beyond the confines of our family responsibilities.

Jamie's hands moved to the zipper of my dress, the chilly metal contrasting sharply with the heat of his flesh. I gasped as he pulled it down, revealing my black lace lingerie. His eyes clouded with hunger as he took in the scene, his shirt now strewn on the floor.

My dress pooled around my feet, leaving me only in my panties. I watched him unbuckle his belt, the sound reverberating throughout the quiet room. His jeans' buttons and zippers followed, and he was soon standing in front of me in boxers. The bulge was evident, and I felt a rush of thrill mixed with nervousness.

We knew this was wrong, yet our chemistry was unmistakable. It energized the air, causing it to crackle like a live wire. I stretched out, my fingers shaking slightly, and touched his chest. His skin was warm and tough beneath my fingertips, and I could feel his muscles tense up at my touch.

Jamie's gaze never left mine as he removed his boxers, showing his erection. My cheeks were flushed, and I had a flutter in my stomach that was both nerve-racking and exhilarating. He was attractive in ways that I had never allowed myself to consider before. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the voice in the back of my head telling me this was a terrible mistake.

He knelt before me, gently slipping my panties down my legs and making me tremble. The chill of the air on my exposed skin made me gasp, and his hot breath touched my inner thigh. His kisses began at my knee, feather-light, and moved higher. Each kiss became more deliberate and powerful until he was kissing the sensitive region just outside of my pussy.

Despite my rushing thoughts, I felt my body respond, and my pussy became wet with anticipation. I watched Jamie stare up at me, his eyes dark with desire. I nodded, permitting him what he was silently requesting.

Jamie stood up, wrapped his arms around my waist, and lifted me off the floor. My legs wrapped around him reflexively, and my arms around his neck. Our gazes remained fixed as he carried me to the bed, the weight of our decision hanging in the air. He gently set me down, the mattress lowering beneath us as he positioned his body between my thighs.

Our kiss became more intense than before, a quiet declaration that this was what we both wanted. It was a French kiss that revealed our long-repressed emotions and the intensity of the situation. Jamie's hands moved across my body, examining every curve and plane with a hunger I hadn't felt in a long time. His tongue swirled with mine in a passionate waltz, sending waves of ecstasy smashing through me.

My legs were still wrapped around his waist, and my ankles had locked together at the base of his spine. The sensation of his bare skin on mine was exhilarating, like a live wire coursing through my core. And there, tucked between us, I could feel Jamie's cock, hot and hard, stroking against my pussy with each movement. The suspense was nearly intolerable, a combination of exhilaration and anxiety that had my heart pounding and my breath coming in ragged gasps.

I felt his hand move between our bodies, his thumb circling my clit with soft but firm pressure. I gasped, my body responding despite the turmoil in my mind. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself from arching my hips to meet his touch, craving more of the pleasure he was providing.

Jamie saw this as a sign, slipping his fingers lower to test the wetness that had accumulated there. He found an opening and pushed inside, his fingers curving and stroking in a way that caused my toes to curl. The sensation was tremendous, a combination of pleasure and pain that I had not experienced in years. I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying, as the sound of our bodies moving together was the only sound in the room.

He kissed my neck, his teeth skimming the delicate skin just above the collarbone. My breath caught, and my body reacted to the possessive quality of the move. I knew this was wrong, that we were crossing a boundary that could never be reversed, but the sensation of his touch on my body was too strong to resist.

Jamie's fingers moved in and out of me in a rhythm that was both cruel and exhilarating. My eyes slid shut, my mind fixed on the pleasure of his touch, the way his thumb rubbed across my clit with each stroke. I could feel the strain building inside me, like a coil winding tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any minute.

And then, without warning, he withdrew his hand, leaving me breathless and hungry. He placed his fingers on my lips, and I could see the shine of my arousal in the gentle light of the room. "Taste yourself," he muttered, his voice full of desire. My eyes opened to meet his dark, needy gaze.

For a while, I paused, the truth of what we were doing hit me like a cold shower. But the flavor of him on my lips from our kiss lingered in my mouth, and I found myself leaning in, my tongue flicking out to cautiously taste the fingers he extended. The salty-sweet flavor was surprisingly appealing, and I couldn't help but moan as his thumb slipped over my bottom lip, tracing the contours of my mouth before gently brushing against my tongue.

While I was distracted by the sensation, Jamie took advantage of my slippery entry to line up his cock. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and my body trembled with want. Then, with abrupt, strong pressure, he shoved inside me. I gasped, opening my eyes to face his as I felt myself being filled by my son. The sensation was tremendous, a combination of anguish and pleasure that I had not felt in what seemed like an eternity.

Jamie remained motionless, his gaze scanning mine for any sign of discomfort. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of passion. I nodded, my gaze never leaving his as I grew accustomed to the sensation of his cock within me. It had been a long time since I had been this intense with anyone, and I was experiencing a strange mix of emotions—guilt, exhilaration, and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Okay," I whispered, giving him the unsaid approval. He started to move, his hips swinging slowly at first, then more confidently as I tried to follow his rhythm. I felt my walls close around him, my body reacting instantly to the sensation of being filled. The agony intensified, a gradual burn that became stronger with each stroke.

The room was filled with the smooth sounds of our bodies sliding together, with the odd slap of skin ringing in the otherwise silent area. My hands moved across Jamie's back, my claws cutting into his flesh as I pushed him deeper, my hips rising to meet each thrust. The pleasure was intensifying, threatening to drown out the last of my doubts.

Jamie's eyes were clenched shut, and his teeth gritted as he resisted his own release. He could feel my body tensing beneath him, and my breath coming in short gasps. "Come for me," he mumbled, his voice straining from the effort to hold back. My eyes widened, meeting his look with a mixture of surprise and longing. "Come for me," he said, his voice demanding.

My eyes widened as the words served as a spark to ignite the flame of pleasure that had been gathering inside me. I felt the coil inside me tighten, and the pressure increased until it was excruciating. And suddenly, with a cry that was equal parts pleasure and relief, I broke down. My orgasm poured over me like a tidal wave, arching my body off the bed as I grasped Jamie, my nails biting deep into his shoulders.

Jamie watched me fall apart in his arms, the sight of my joy unsettling him. He couldn't hold back any longer; his hips moved faster, his strokes deeper. My legs tightened around him, my heels pushing into his back, and I welcomed each thrust with newfound passion. He felt his own orgasm intensify, like a runaway train racing towards us with irresistible power.

He groaned as he hit his limit. He gradually unfastened my legs from around his waist and moved up my torso, his cock glistening from the combined moisture. My eyes remained closed, my chest heaving from the aftermath of my climax, but I sensed a shift in his weight and knew what he wanted. I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me, his eyes dark with need.

Without saying anything, he grabbed his cock's head and pressed it against my lips. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I separated them for him. The taste of myself on him was odd but not terrible, and I found myself anxious to provide him with the same pleasure he had given me. I took him in, my tongue sliding around the tip as I started sucking.

Jamie's eyes drifted back as he felt my warm mouth embrace him. His hands moved to my head, controlling my movements and encouraging me to take more from him. I agreed, my mouth widening as he pushed himself deeper, the head of his cock brushing against the back of my throat. The gag reflex kicked in, and I coughed around his shaft, but he became increasingly aggressive.

"Mom," he murmured, his voice full of lust. "I want you to drink the last drop of my cum." My eyes watered as I nodded, the word 'mom' sending a jolt through my system, further increasing my arousal. He took advantage of the chance to drive himself deeper, the tip of his cock breaking through the barricade of my throat.

The instant gag response was strong, but I managed to swallow him completely into my throat. The sensation of his cock pulsating and filling my mouth was incredible, a combination of repulsion and arousal I had never experienced before. My eyes watered, and my nose rubbed against his pelvis as he firmly gripped my head, his hips moving in short thrusts that brought waves of pleasure and anguish slamming through me.

Jamie's breathing became ragged as he sensed himself reaching the edge. "Mom," he muttered, sending a rush of wrongness through me that only helped to motivate me. "Take it all." And then he came, the hot, salty...