(Continued from Part One)

“Ahhh!” I exhaled as he tugged the front of my nightie open and took a nipple in his mouth. Fuck it, I thought, just let it happen. Let our passions come out and deal with the consequences later.

“Oh, fuck, Theo.” I rarely cursed in front of him, but now the point was moot. “Let Mama nurse…yes!”

His bare thigh rubbed against mine, his knee making its way up to my pussy. A rip of fabric and my emboldened stepson exposed my body. He switched breasts, creating a fresh shower of sparks that arced straight down to my pulsing womanhood.

“Ohhh, my fucking god, son…YESSS!!!” Teeth bared, I began rubbing my moist ladyfur against his thigh as I gripped his firm buttocks. God help me, the pleasure was insanely delicious!

More deep kissing as my thighs spread apart, assisted by Theo. A single thrust of my left leg and the bedclothes flew aside, revealing a taboo tableau of stepmother and stepson in the throes of passion. I knew where this was going to lead, and I didn't care. God, yes, let it happen!

Tugging at the elastic waistband of Theo’s shorts, I pulled them down. I saw, for the first time, his fully-developed manhood as it sprang free from its confines. He paused for a split second to kick them to the carpet before lunging on top of me as I squealed with delight. He didn't have to ask permission; my actions told him everything.

 Then the moment came, no pun intended.

“Theo, you’re so very good at this,” I panted as he devoured my body. “Are you sure you’re a virgin?”

"Yes, Mom," was his breathless response. "I just haven't done the deed yet."

“Oh, honey…”

“Please don’t think I’m weird, but I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I’ve been practicing.”

“Oh, dear boy, practicing?” My heart swelled. That was when I beckoned him to consummate our mutual desire. “Theo, my love…” I pulled him back between my legs. “It’s time.”

My loving boy nodded as I reached down to spread my fur, exposing a pair of slick, glistening lips, swollen and ready. Theo gripped his cock.

“I’m very wet, son,” I rasped, my voice hoarse with lust. “Just rub the tip up and down my pussy to lubricate it before you enter me.”

Another nod as he obeyed. I gasped as the tip of his swollen helmet brushed across my hypersensitive clit. Next thing I knew, his solid meat slid into my grateful body!

“Ohhh, god, Mom…OHHH, YESSS!!!” I thought my sweet boy was going to lose his mind! The expression on his face was indescribable. It was like someone threw a bucket of ice water on him. His mouth fell open, eyes bugging out. I was so flattered my thirty-eight-year-old pussy would have that effect on him.

“Oh, fuck, Mom, this feels so good!” He shuddered.

“Naughty mouth,” I teased, “but I love it.” Yes, the feeling was undoubtedly mutual. I was so wet and ready, he pushed all the way in until his swollen testicles pressed against my ass…FUCK, YES!

Drawing up my knees, I gripped his waist as he pressed against the supple bottoms of my full thighs. For a minute, he paused, writhing gently with eyes closed, simply luxuriating in the sensation of his cock inside his stepmother, teetering on the brink of lost virginity.

“That’s it, honey,” I cooed, eyelids fluttering from brain-melting arousal. Sweet, dear Jesus, it had been so long since a man’s hardness had occupied my body, not since Don. My heart was full.

“Oh, Mom, I just can’t…I…”

“Don’t feel you have to find words now, Theo,” I smiled, squeezing his firm ass. “Whatever you do next will be the right thing, no matter what. Just go with your instincts. You’re doing great, my love. You don’t know how good this feels for me and how happy I am!”

“Really?” He swallowed, a big smile crossing his face.

I nodded.

“Now…” I reached out to tweak one of his cute nipples. “You and I need to fuck.”

He didn’t need any more prompting. My beautiful, loving stepson started pushing against me, and, ye gods, he was such a good match for his stepmother. Just like his father!

“Don’t be afraid,” I hissed, pleasure tingling throughout my body as I reached down to massage my dark pink clit. “Give me all you have, Theo. I’m not going to break.”

“Uh-huh,” he panted.

Then the onslaught began.

I'm so glad I encouraged him to play sports, especially football, baseball, and tennis. He took to all of them very well, and it undoubtedly helped in his physical development. Now I reaped the rewards as he started pounding against me with sharp, staccato thrusts, forcing me to gasp. Goddamn, this young man could fuck!

“Oh, yes…YES!!!” Elated, I growled as slapping noises filled the air, echoing off the bedroom walls as I gripped his tensing buttocks.

“Oh, god, Theo...oh, my GOD! Fuck! FUCK!!!”

“Yeah…YEAH!!!” He snarled as he kept a strong and perfect rhythm.

The bond between stepmother and stepson gained a new dimension as the baser parts of our brains took over, those that eschewed reason for survival, procreation, and pure, carnal lust. The movement of our bodies predated humanity itself, and this being his first time, of course, my eager Theo couldn’t hold out for long. As for this old broad, I was almost there, too!

“Oh…ohhh, sh-shit, Mom,” He gasped. “I’m going to…I think I’m…”

Goddamn, yes! I needed him to come so I could join him in mutual climax.

“Come for me, Theo…COME for me, my love, don’t hold back!” Oh, dear god, that luscious moment of completion had arrived! I reached out to tug his other nipple. Then it happened.

“Ahhh…ahhh…AHHHGGGHHH!!!” My stepson bellowed like a triumphant lion, face contorting with exquisite agony as he ravished me, body tensing over and over as he filled me with seed.

“Yes, my darling boy, YESSS!!!” My voice quivered with delight. “Come…come inside your mother! COME!!!” Of course, dear reader, I know I was NOT his biological mother, but it was close enough! “Oh, Jesus, FUCK!!!” I could feel the crest of my own wave about to crash.

Short, low grunts formed in my throat, and I felt like I was about to burst. I marveled at how insanely sexy my stepson looked in the moment with his firm, well-defined torso, nipples erect, skin glistening as perspiration started to form. It was as I reveled in the raw glory of Theo’s body and his orgasm that, with a strong jerk of my hips, my own juicy climax hit.

“Coming, COMING, Theo…coming for you, my love, sh-SHIT!” I jerked as fluid spritzed out of my pussy onto my body and his. Still in the midst of his own orgasm, Theo’s eyes went wide.

“M-Mom! Oh, god!”

It was then that I realized this may have been the first time he’d seen a woman come, let alone erupt with copious juices! Quaking, my body also glowing from fresh perspiration, I turned the tables and started pushing back against my stepson, eager for as much of his cock as I could get!

“Fuck, yeah, Theo…such a good boy…ohhh, fuck…FUCK!” Droplets of my ejaculate quivered on his chest and stomach, reflecting the dim light. I couldn’t believe his dizzying onslaught as Theo’s climax went on and on. It had been so very long since my Don had made love to me like that, I almost passed out from sheer pleasure and joy. I started to think Theo would never stop!

But even a strong, young man had limits. Pausing, he took several deep breaths and rallied for a moment, crazily pounding against my ass, savoring every bit of his first cherry-busting orgasm as grateful tears trickled down my cheek. After a final big push, my stepson’s thrusts slowed, but he just couldn’t stop writhing against his adoring stepmother.

“Oh, god, Theo,” my emotion-filled eyes met his, so very dark and intense. “You’re such a good son. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Mom,” he panted, smiling. His voice had dropped low and soft, almost inaudible. Theo had given me his best. Still, he didn’t want to pull out. He bit his lower lip, eyes closing as he maintained gentle friction against my tingling, throbbing clit.

“Mom…Mom, I…”

Theo was whimpering, eyes pleading. With both of us still gripped by pleasure, I realized he hadn’t gone limp. He had remained hard as steel! With the reluctance of a boy asking for more candy, he muttered, “Can I?”

My darling boy, you never have to ask for love!

“Oh, honey, take what you need, YESSS!!!” I growled, overjoyed that he could make another go of it. Of course, he lasted longer this time, much to my insane delight. Our bodies slapped together for what seemed like an eternity, splattering a heady mixture of my juices and his cum everywhere. I had another climax, and another, crying out my stepson’s name as my red-painted fingernails dug into his relentlessly tensing buttocks.

We lost count of our orgasms as time blurred. Finally, still pounding away with sweat pouring off his body, he looked down at me and nodded. I nodded in return. Oh, sweet god, YES, he quivered as I felt yet another copious load of seed fill my body, my own climax rising up to meet his. Triumphantly, he shook his head, slinging droplets of sweat everywhere. Totally drained, he leaned forward, still hard, as I met him halfway, hungrily licking the salty, acrid brew from his young skin. I took a moment to linger on one of his nipples, something he relished.

“Oh, Mom…ohhh, yes…yes,” Theo panted as we fell together.

He remained inside me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Forever we clung to each other in a loving embrace, a feral glue of sweat and sex melding stepmother and stepson together, until sleep overtook us.

Morning came with bright sunshine and, thank heaven, it was Friday. Taking Em’s advice, I used another day of sick leave and, no surprise, Theo stayed home from school. We had things to discuss…and to do.

After quick calls to keep the world temporarily at bay, I immediately returned to bed and Theo. New love like this knew no logic or protocol, just the animal passion that had to be endlessly satiated. We picked up where our spent bodies left off the previous evening. My dutiful young man labored between my thighs relentlessly, the odor of sweat and sex filling the room, our cries of passion echoing off the walls.

Before I knew it, the noon hour had arrived, but I didn’t want to leave the bed. I NEVER wanted to leave the bed, not as long as my loving stepson was with me. Still, Mother Nature called with hunger and other bodily functions.

“Mom?” Theo stirred his coffee as I made our late breakfast, still wearing the torn nothing of a nightie, and him naked. We wisely pulled the curtains closed in case anyone paid us a visit.

“Yes, love.”

“It feels a little weird, but I’m happy we did this.”

He took a sip from the flowered ceramic mug, steam wafting up over his face. Oh, the understatement of the year, but I expected it from my teenage stepson.

“I’m happy we did this, too,” I smiled, knowing he was glancing repeatedly at my hard-tipped breasts. “And my eyes are up here.”

“Oh, sorry, Mom.” He looked down at the Formica counter, embarrassed, even after all the work we had done to shatter one familial taboo after another.

“I don’t mind,” I said, removing crisp slices of bacon from the cast iron skillet to dry on a folded paper towel, “especially now.”

“You know I mean it when I say you’re attractive.” He took a strip of bacon.

“I know,” I winked mischievously. Jesus, son…really? “I think you’ve proven that.”

Fluffy scrambled eggs followed on the plate as I pushed it toward my stepson.

“I like you staring at my tits, and touching my body.” I reached up to grab another mug from the top cabinet, knowing I was giving him a show as he could now see my thick, matted bush peeking up from the counter’s edge.

“I can’t help it, Mom.” He shoveled a forkload of eggs into his mouth, chewing hungrily.

“Theo, my love,” I sighed, “I’m going to give you a thorough education. That is…” I paused dramatically, “If you’re willing.”

Another eager nod as he swallowed, eyes bright and filled with desire.

“Fucking the shit out of me gives you an appetite, huh?” I couldn’t help but break into laughter as Theo shook his head, eyes again lowered, not knowing what to say. I prepared my own plate of eggs and bacon, pouring a large mug of hot, black coffee. Before we became lovers, I always sat across from Theo on the other side of the counter, but now things were obviously different, so I pulled a barstool up next to him.

“This okay?” I turned to rub my nose against his cheek. We were so very close, our bodies touched.

“Uh-huh.” He wiped his mouth and gave me a deep, lingering kiss on the lips.

Jesus, even after being fucked silly by my young man, I still felt like a pile of tinder waiting to be sparked, I was so horny. I tried to act somewhat like a mother until I could finish breakfast. As I stood at the kitchen sink, rinsing our dishes, Theo quietly slid up behind me. My head went back on his shoulder as strong hands cupped my ample breasts.

“Ahhh, my boy,” I sighed. Yet again, he was hard, his manhood brushing against the swell of my buttocks.

“I need some more, Mom.” His breath was hot on my neck. “Is it okay?”

“Yes, love.” I turned my head to kiss his mouth again, lingering before yet another kiss. “Of course.” My hand wandered back to caress his affliction, forcing him to moan. I turned and, breasts pressing against his chest, gave him the kiss we both wanted, tongues lashing as saliva coated our mouths.

“Stupid fucking nightie,” I murmured, tearing the useless thing away before we ran to the bedroom for another round of deep fucking, this time with me on top, until our bodies climaxed together yet again.

“Holy fuck, son,” I panted, falling forward, motherly breasts dangling in his face. “I’m so glad it’s the weekend.”

Theo just laughed, drawing one of my tits in his mouth. It didn’t take long for him to figure out how much I loved nipple pleasure, and soon I was riding his perpetually hard cock once again.

Late afternoon arrived when we finally stepped into the shower. Filling the bathroom with steam, the soothing spray of water from the chrome shower head caressed our bodies. Heaving a weighted breath of relief and exhaustion, Theo closed his eyes, leaning against the white linoleum tiles as I lovingly washed his body. The enclosure of the shower stall echoed my small, plaintive voice.

"I love you, son."  

Theo smiled, briefly, with that beautiful face.          

"I love you, too, Mom.”  

Wet from the shower and sitting on the toilet lid, I watched as my stepson’s naked body stretched for the high, top shelf of the linen closet for fresh towels. The smooth, firm inside of his muscular thigh glistened with moisture. His cock, at last merely semi-erect, drooped lazily in space, swaying slightly with his movements, his smooth testicles swollen like ripe fruit.          

If I could have frozen Theo for only a moment, I would have a perfect statue, in my mind's eye, a perfect representation of a lover. Would he be chiseled from marble or cast in bronze? I would place it in the corner of my bedroom where I could touch it, embrace it at any time, remembering the lovely terrain of my stepson’s elegant body.

The moment passed, and our bodies pressed together as my boy wrapped the towel around our damp bodies. Again, feeling the magnificent warmth of his form, we kissed. He smiled, a young man smitten, with a look in his eyes I hadn’t noticed until now, something new and knowing. We kissed again, and again, gentle, playful pecks of affection before another sweet, snug embrace.

The setting sun of that sublime day of sweet discovery filled the master bedroom with an ethereal glow. Silently, we removed stained linens from the bed. Theo’s head, slightly bowed, and the calm benevolence in his eyes as he smoothed creases from the lavender-scented, clean sheets gave the ritual a spiritual air.

For perhaps the last time in my life, I felt like a young, nubile newlywed, fresh from the athletics of new passion. I couldn’t help but feel heat radiate from my body, and my skin certainly looked flushed. The glow of new love?

Of course, Theo and I talked our way through this new chapter in our lives. You, dear reader, would roll your eyes, but I tried very hard to remain his stepmother, although I was now hopelessly involved with him as a lover.

Having Theo leave home for college was the most difficult time for both of us, matching that of losing Don. Not only was my stepson and lover moving far away, but my beautiful boy would no longer be treading the floors in our home, or occupying our bed every night.

Of course, there were frequent visits, spring breaks, and glorious summers. I racked up so many miles on the Falcon that I had to trade it in for a new sedan. Still, I had to let go of him someday and release him into the world.

“Son, look at me.” I cupped his cheek, staring into his eyes after a long lovemaking session in a quaint hotel room near the college. “Don’t forget what I said about finding a woman.”

“Mom, I…”

"There's no 'ifs', 'ands' or 'buts' about it, Theo. I love you, and I love our time together, but you can't be glued to your mother the rest of your life."

“Yes, I can, Mom.” His eyes were dead serious.

“Oh, honey,” I sighed, shaking my head. “There’s so much to discuss.”

Oh, well…