My head is spinning, thinking about all the unexpected twists and turns. As you may recall, I fell into an inappropriate, but wonderfully fulfilling intimate relationship with my step son, Robert, a little over two years ago. Robert spent the summer with me in a my one bedroom flat in New York City. Our intimacy started out innocent enough; I witnessed Robert masturbating one night while he was watching porn on the computer in*the*little office adjacent to my living room. I am ashamed to admit, that I was so aroused by the sight that I could not resist touching myself, and I got caught. Eventually, Robert convinced me to masturbate with him, which led to touching, fellatio, cunnilingus and ultimately intercourse. Robert spent the remainder of the summer sharing my bed with me. That summer*remains the most intimate and cherished set of memories of my entire life. However, as beautiful as those memories are to me; I felt an overwhelming guilt from the fear that my weakness would haunt Robert, and could prevent him from having the type of intimate relationships with more appropriate partners in the future. I was relieved when he started dating a wonderful young woman at UCLA a little more than a year ago. Last month, my happiness turned to elation when Robert called me to tell me that he and Elizabeth would be getting married in June. The fact that our inappropriate relationship did not seem to have permanently harmed my stepson served to alleviate my sense of guilt*greatly. I congratulated Robert profusely, telling him how happy I was for Elizabeth and him. And I meant it.At Robert's urging, I traveled to the west coast to attend an engagement party hosted by Elizabeth's uncle which was being held the weekend before Thanksgiving. The day before the engagement party, Elizabeth took me to lunch and we chatted. I had met her previously, but truthfully, I did not know her well. Over lunch, I found her to be*warm, beautiful, intelligent, charming and witty. I was thrilled at the woman Robert had chosen as his life's mate. As we sipped our drinks, Elizabeth shocked me by telling me, subtly at first, that she was aware of the*'closeness' that Robert and I shared, and she understood. At first I was not sure I understood what she was saying, but she made it abundantly clear that she knew and approved of the intimacies that my stepson and I shared.*I was in a state of shock. Then she dropped another bombshell; she told me that the reason she understood how something like this could happen, and how beautiful it can be, is that*after her father's death, shortly before she turned seventeen years old, she and her stepbrother, Gary, leaned on each other in grief and became quite close. My head was spinning as I tried to process all that was happening. Elizabeth said the she not only understood, but that she would make Robert available to me while I was visiting. I truly did not know what to say, so I simply said, 'Thank you." Although I*greatly appreciated Elizabeth's understanding and generosity, I was still overwhelmed. And to be completely honest, was also very embarrassed that Robert's and my secret was out. I ordered a second and a third glass of wine as we chatted. I will admit, despite my embarrassment at Elizabeth knowing my grave sin, I really liked this young woman, and felt an emotional attraction to her that is hard to explain. I sat there trying to make sense of my feelings at that moment. *Perhaps it was because we both loved the same man, Robert, and each of us had shared intimacies with him, that I felt such a special bond with her. After all, although we both loved the same man, we were not competitors for him. He belonged to Elizabeth. Yet, she was gracious enough to share him with me. Or perhaps it was that Elizabeth and I both shared a deep secret that would cause most of society to label each of us a pariah. Perhaps it was the overwhelming feeling of gratitude I felt towards her for indicating that there was some scenario where Robert and I might be intimate again someday. I just don't know.Thankfully, the conversation progressed beyond the closeness Robert and I shared. I seldom have more than two glasses of wine, so the third glass had me feeling lightheaded. In my slightly inebriated state, I opened up to Elizabeth about the anxiety I was feeling about tomorrow night's dinner. This was to be the first time I would meet my ex-husband's young, new wife. The fact that Jim had remarried a much younger, and according to all accounts, a gorgeous woman had me self-conscious. The fact that I did not even have a date added to my anxiety. I confessed to Elizabeth how I was dreading spending the evening with my ex-husband and his new 'trophy wife'. Elizabeth not only understood, she seemed to empathize with me. Finally, I apologized for drinking so much and becoming such a drama queen. I excused myself, telling her I was going up to my room to take a nap before dinner. Later, Elizabeth and Robert picked me up*at my hotel and drive me to a casual dinner at Elizabeth's Uncle Ralph's and Aunt Trish's house. The big party was not scheduled until tomorrow, so tonight was simply a casual get together. I met*Elizabeth's mother and her Uncle Ralph and Aunt Trish. Her uncle was charming*and intelligent. But more than anything, I noticed that throughout the evening, Elizabeth went out of her way to make me feel comfortable. I was introduced to her*stepbrother, Gary. Gary was a handsome young man. I could easily see how Elizabeth would be attracted to him; I mean, who wouldn't? I felt a slight*twinge in my*vagina as I imagined what it would be like to discover*your sexuality*at the age of seventeen with your stepbrother. However, it may have been my imagination, but I sensed a bit of tension between Gary Acıbadem Escort and Robert. While he was cordial, Gary did not treat Robert as warmly as Elizabeth treated me. I wondered if Gary was feeling a twinge of jealousy now that his stepsister had found the love of her life? Dinner broke up and Elizabeth and Robert drove me to the Marriott. We all got out of the car to say our goodbyes. Elizabeth said, "Robert, give me the car keys. I want you to spend some time with your mother tonight. I will meet you two for breakfast in the morning. Take good care of her." She gave him a nice kiss before turning to me and simply saying, "Enjoy yourself." I hugged her warmly and said, "Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me." "Ah, but I actually think I do. I have to go spend some time with Gary. He's feeling a little threatened by my engagement. He feels like he is losing me." Robert*took my hand and led*me through the lobby towards the elevator banks. I whispered, "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting this.*Did you know she was going to suggest this?" "Yes, we discussed it earlier today, after your lunch with her. She really likes you." "Well, I certainly appreciate her gesture. Robert, are you sure about this? Are you sure you want to continue our relationship?"**Robert assured me that he very much wanted to be with me tonight. Once in the room, Robert undressed me. I inserted my diaphragm and Robert made love me, several times. Robert fucked me*four times over the course of the next twelve hours driving me to multiple orgasms and ejaculating inside me*each time. It was a wonderful and emotionally satisfying evening. We were awakened from a deep sleep when Robert's cell phone rang. "Oh hi, honey....yeah it was great...yeah, I think she enjoyed herself too..." Robert replied, obviously talking to Elizabeth. I watched him admiringly as*he paced around*my hotel suite, naked, with a huge morning erection. He looked like a*Greek god with his muscular physique. His boner swayed*proudly in front of him with each step he took. I could feel myself growing wet at the very sight of my naked stepson. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It read 10:05 a.m. I was naked under the sheets. I reached down and touched myself, feeling the semen that was continuing to slowly seep out of me. My vagina was actually a little bit sore from all the action it was getting. My vulva was red and swollen. My labia was puffy. I looked, and felt, like I had been riding a sandpaper hobby horse all evening. "Okay, let me run through the shower and we'll meet you in the lobby at eleven o'clock....love you too,"*he said before*hanging up. Robert ended his call and turning towards me, said, "It was Elizabeth. We are meeting her for brunch at eleven." I looked directly at the huge boner Robert was sporting and said, "That's some pretty impressive 'morning wood' you've got there, young man. Anything I can do to help you out there?" That was all the encouragement Robert needed. He leapt at me, gently pushing me back on the bed as he climbed between me knees. I wrapped my legs around his torso, and said, "Pleasure me, Mandingo." Robert laughed wildly, causing his erection to bounce up and down, "Oh my god, you remembered?" "Of course I do. I will never forget that first night," I said as I grabbed his large erection and slid it into my sloppy wet vagina. Robert had ejaculated at least four loads of his semen inside me last night and early this morning, making me very well lubricated with his sperm.*As he fucked me, I remembered the first night that Robert and I became intimate. The evening*started out with us watching the movie, "Mandingo' together, which led to a reluctant mutual masturbation session, which led to Robert penetrating me with his fingers and sucking on my clitoris, driving me to the most powerful orgasm of my life up to that point. It was a night neither of us would ever forget. Robert fucked me slowly before cumming inside me for the final time of our erotic session. We climbed in the*shower together. While Robert watched, I squatted and retrieve my diaphragm that was protecting my fertile womb. A flood of Robert's semen spilled from me as I pulled the beige latex barrier free. Large globs of his sperm fell to the shower floor and ran down my inner thighs. I remembered that Robert had told me that Elizabeth had not allowed him to cum for three days. Robert has told me that she wanted him to build up a respectable volume for his stepmother. He certainly had pumped me full. But these facts revealed to me that Elizabeth's decision to loan Robert to me last night was not an impetuous decision, but rather one that she had made several days before my arrival. Elizabeth had decided ahead of time that Robert and I should continue our intimate relationship. I really did like that young woman. We washed, dried and got dressed. Elizabeth was waiting for us in the lobby. We grabbed a latte and bagel from the Starbuck coffee shop in the lobby. I then escorted Robert and Elizabeth to the concierge's lounge on the upper level of the hotel. They had stopped serving breakfast there, so the lounge was essentially deserted giving us a nice, comfortable and semi-private spot to sit and visit. Robert sat next to Elizabeth, across from me. Elizabeth seemed happy and upbeat. "Okay, you two, tell me about it. How was your evening?" Robert smiled and said, "It was very, very nice. Thank you for arranging it." Elizabeth looked at me and inquired, "Cindy, did you enjoy yourself?" I blushed at being asked such a direct question. I was uncomfortable discussing my intimate night with my stepson, but I did respond, "Yes, very much. I honestly did not think that Robert and I would ever be together again. Acıbadem Escort Bayan I can't tell you how much it meant to me. Thank you for allowing it." Elizabeth smiled and said, "My pleasure. I am glad I could do this for you two. I hope you both know that this will not be the last time you two are together." Robert then changed the discussion. "So how was your time with Gary? Is he still sulking?" Elizabeth giggled, "No, I think he is feeling much better about things now. I think he understands that he is not being exiled from my life just because I am engaged." Elizabeth leaned forward and looked directly at me, "Cindy, I hope you won't be offended, but I did something...something I hope you'll like." I got a panicked look on my face and said, "What would that be?" "Well, I arranged for Gary to be somewhat 'attentive' to you tonight when your ex-husband and his wife are there." "Attentive?" "You know, pay attention to you, flirt. I told Gary that I want him to make your ex-husband know that he finds you desirable. You know, kind of hit on you in front of your ex-..." Robert shook his head and said, "Dad's not going to like this...not one bit.". "That's precisely the point, he's not supposed to like this This is supposed to make him 'eat his liver', so to speak," Elizabeth giggled with a naughty gleam in her eye. "I don't know about this. I'm afraid that I'll look even more desperate that I already look," I protested. "Trust me, you'll look great. Gary will look like he's trying to score with the hottest MILF in town,"*Elizabeth tried to assure me. I was not convinced, but I was intrigued. "Besides, Gary is a good lucking guy." "That he is," I acknowledged. "That he is. Robert, what do you think?" "Well, I'm a little torn here. I'm not sure I should be advising you how best to torture my dad. But honestly, I do see Elizabeth's and your point about dad and Sandra. If Gary is genuine about it, it will make dad jealous." "So neither of you will be mad at me if I flirt back a bit?" I asked. Elizabeth laughed, "Oh god, no. He is yours for the night. I set this up, we certainly won't be mad about anything you do tonight. You should enjoy yourself, honestly. Robert, tell her." "She's right mom. This is not about Elizabeth or me. You should flirt as much as you want, and do whatever else you want with Gary or anyone else." I sat silently for several moments, collecting my thoughts. I finally said, "Okay, thank you for that. I don't know what will or won't happen tonight, but thank you for allowing me the freedom to make this my decision about me, and not worry about how either of you will react." "Mom, that is the only way it can be. Remember when you and I first became involved? Do you remember saying that you feared that our involvement might prevent me from having other relationships? Well this is the same thing. You can't let what happened keep you from enjoying other men, if you so choose." My eyes started to water slightly and my voice cracked, "I love you so much. Thank you. Elizabeth, please take care of this young man. I love him dearly." Elizabeth took my hand in hers and said,*"I promise you, I will make him happy. And Cindy, we both love you too." I sensed that she really meant it. Brunch ended and*Robert and Elizabeth left me at the hotel to rest, relax and prepare for the big night. I napped, and spent a good deal of time reflecting on the bizarre state of*my sex life. I was loved and well satisfied,*yet none of my friends could ever know about the intimacies I shared with Robert. I suddenly felt quite alone.It was fifteen minutes before seven o'clock when Robert and Elizabeth picked me up in front of my hotel and drove me to the Palo Alto country club. It was a beautiful setting. The eighteen hole golf course was nestled in the hills and overlooked the valley. Uncle Ralph had reserved a private room for the gathering. We visited over cocktails for about forty five minutes until we were invited to be seated by the staff. Jim introduced me to Sandra and his step daughters. He told me I looked great, and I thanked him. Sandra seemed nice and pleasant. The little girls were adorable and well behaved. There was a single large table with fourteen place settings. Elizabeth arranged for Robert, then me, then Cindy, then Gary, and Gary's and*Elizabeth's mom to sit on one side of the table. Directly across from me were my ex-husband and his wife, Sandra. There two little girls sat next to them. Uncle Ralph and Aunt Trish sat at the head of the table. Their two daughters at the other end. There was one empty seat. We had lobster bisque, salad, barbequed shrimp, a small piece of filet mignon and key lime pie. During the entire meal, Gary doted on me, he laughed at my jokes, placed his hands on my shoulders and thighs. This young, very attractive, twenty year old hung on my every word and flirted shamelessly with me. He made me feel pretty, desirable and very sexy. He made me forget my ex-husband was even present. Gary managed to place his hands all over me as we joked, flirted and talked, but he did so in a manner that did not seem terribly inappropriate. I was sure me ex-, Jim, noticed the physical nature of*my interaction with this very young and very attractive*man. *The Palo Alto Country Club had dancing in the main ballroom adjacent to the private room where we were dining. After dessert, Gary took my hand and without really asking, simply led me to the dance floor where he and I danced several dances. We did some swing dancing, some rumba; we even did a foxtrot. I was being swept away by this young man. Where in the world did he learn to dance like this? Where did he learn to be so charming? Uncle Ralph invited everyone back to his home for some Escort Acıbadem after dinner drinks. I had a glass of port, Gary had a glass of Grand Marnier,*Robert opted for Drambuie. Then Uncle Ralph opened a bottle of Bushmill's Irish whiskey. Robert, Elizabeth and Uncle Ralph did a series of toasts with Bushmill's Irish whiskey. After thirty minutes of meaningless toasts. neither Robert nor Elizabeth were in condition to drive. I asked Gary if he could drive us back to our hotels. Gary was more than happy to oblige. Gary drove Robert and Elizabeth to the Holiday Inn Express. Neither were feeling any pain as they exited the car. Elizabeth took my hand before exiting the car and said, "Cindy, enjoy yourself tonight. He's all yours. Robert and I will be thinking about you two. We will see you both in the morning." Elizabeth and*I had developed a connection that few women have. Elizabeth was willing to share both the men in her life with me. Not many daughters-in-law*were so generous. I suddenly felt a bit anxious, being alone with Gary. I felt insecure. How much of his attention and affection tonight was an act to make my ex-husband jealous? Was I making a fool of myself to think that he might actually be attracted to someone so much older than he was? "Gary. I want to thank you for going along with our little ruse tonight? Silly as it may sound, I think it worked. I think we made Jim a bit uncomfortable. Thank you for helping me make my ex-husband 'eat his liver' tonight," I said as Gary drove me towards the Santa Clara Marriott. "Cindy, it was not a ruse at all. I find you charming and fascinating. You are a beautiful woman. I enjoyed being with you tonight. I don't want the evening to end." His last comment sent my head swirling. Still fearful of appearing foolish, I cautiously offered, "Would you like to park the car and come into the hotel bar for one last drink?" I figured that Gary could take this offer any direction he wanted. He could politely decline, saying he needed to get home. Or he could come into the hotel and seduce me. I was hoping he would choose the latter. "I'd love to come into the hotel with you," he said enthusiastically as he pulled up to the valet parking attendant. I got out of the car and said to the valet attendant, "please charge this to room 721." Gary took my hand and led me through the lobby, into the bar. We took a seat in a booth against the wall. I ordered a glass of house merlot. Gary ordered a gin and tonic. I was pleased that the waitress did not ask to see any ID. I was certain Gary was several months shy of his twentieth birthday, and could not legally drink. Gary sat next to me, and soon his hand was on my thigh. "So, do you have any experience with younger men?" Gary asked. I could feel my face burn as I tried to think of an honest, but innocent sounding answer. I certainly was not prepared to reveal my sin to this young man. I was not prepared to confess that for the past several years I had been carrying on an illicit affair with my stepson. Finally, I took a sip of my wine, and answered truthfully, "Let's just say that since my divorce, I have developed an appreciation for the enthusiasm of youth. I love the energy and resilience of younger men." Gary laughed loudly, "Oh, a real cougar, huh?" "No, that would not be fair. I have had one younger lover who remains very dear to me. I am not constantly on the prowl for young men. Gary, the truth is, I have very little experience. I have been with one younger guy, but that's it. I don't date much at all." "So what happened with your younger lover? Why did it end?" "He went off to college and developed a relationship with someone his own age. It really was for the best. I still see him occasionally, but he's moved on," I answered truthfully. "What about you? Is there a certain someone in your life who is special?" I wanted to see what he would reveal about his involvement with Elizabeth. The expression on Gary's face was telling. He became pensive as he thought about how he would answer. "Yes, at least there was someone. I was very close to her in high school, but for a lot of reasons, we both knew we were not right for each other longer term. I guess it is similar to your story. When she left for college, she became involved with someone with whom she could see more of a future." I placed my hand on his thigh and said, "you still care for her, don't you?" "Yes, I always will." "Gary, would you like to*take me to my room? I'd like to spend some time getting to know you better." I signed the check, charging the drinks to my room. I took Gary by the hand and led him to the elevator bank. On the short ride to the seventh floor, I turned to him and said, "I only want you to do what you want, do not feel like you have to flatter this older woman with your attentions." Gary placed his fingers under my chin raised my face up and kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth to accept his probing tongue. His hand traced up my side to cup my breast. I could feel his penis pulse to life against my abdomen. He made it clear, he wanted to be with me tonight. The elevator doors opened and I led him to my room. I locked and latched the door. Gary sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me to his lap. He kissed me deeply. Again, I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues played tag, chasing each other from my mouth to his. Gary felt my left breast, gently teasing and pulling the erect nipple through my bra and dress. I could feel his cock pulsing impatiently against my bottom as we necked. Gary reached around and unzipped my dress without breaking our kiss. I stood and allowed the dress to fall to the floor, stepping out of it. I picked it up and tossed it over the chair in the corner. I was now wearing my high heel pumps, and a matching shear, baby blue bra and panty set. Gary pulled me towards him, and sucked my nipples through the shear silky material of my bra. The wetness of his saliva caused the diaphanous material to simply disappear as my every bump and contour of my areolas was plainly visible.