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He broke our passionate kiss for an instant to say, "I love you so much," and then resumed kissing me, exploring my mouth with his tongue.It had been so very long since I had been kissed passionately like that.I could literally feel every beat of my racing heart in my throbbing clitoris. My lubrication was flowing out of me, coating my inner thighs and running down the crack of my behind. Bryan had to smell my arousal; I could smell my own scent. In the dark silence of the room, I began slowly rubbing small circles on my erect and sensitive nubbins. If I could keep from moaning, I felt that I could achieve my orgasm without Bryan detecting what I was doing. My heart pounded in my chest with fear and excitement. I will go back to my own bed before we fall asleep." It sounded innocent, but we both knew it was not. Bryan's naked form slid under the covers next to me.I wanted to touch him, take him into my mouth, lay back and let him enter me. I knew that while watching my stepson masturbate was terribly wrong, and taking his erection into my hand to clean off he globs of semen was far over the line, I had not actually committed a sin. My fingers were still touching my clitoris, but my movements had stopped as I processed what was happening. Not sure what to do, or how to react, I slowly turned on my side, placing my back towards my stepson. I did not respond, silently trying to determine what I should do.I had not actually engaged in sexual activity with my stepson. Albuquerque is still a long way off." I tried to sound normal and casual, pretending nothing had changed between us as I released his rigid cock. Bryan moved in to spoon me, draping his arm around me. Bryan's hand slowly, tentatively slid down the side of my breast on top of my cotton t-shirt, and found my very erect nipple.
I was in love..perverse as it sounds; at that moment, I was 'in love' with my stepson (and I still am).I had just witnessed the sexiest and most beautiful thing I had ever seen: my stepson masturbating to orgasm. We are asking for trouble if we sleep in the same bed." My voice did not seem convincing to even me.The sight was seared into my brain now, I do not ever remember being so aroused. I froze, not sure what he was doing, not sure how to react. The room was dark, but I could see his silhouette against the glow of the parking lot lights through the curtains covering the window. His semi-erect penis swayed boldly in front of him as he approached me. I was trying to be good; but I knew this was a very dangerous moment.Bryan slowly started to move his hand away from my breast, sliding his hand down my flat, tight stomach. I felt that I was more of an observer than a participant.
I grabbed his hand and held it, preventing him from reaching his target. I slowly released his hand despite knowing we should not do this.
I could not help but moan as he gently rubbed my clit.