Stepmother Ch. 02

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My relationship to my stepmother had grown since those early days. Grown in so many different ways. I had learned trust and respect for both myself, and females in general. Also I had finally come to be able to talk about my feelings to someone in an open and healthy way instead of bottling things up and letting them fester away inside of me.

Although I still enjoyed our sessions, which had blossomed and matured over time, I often felt feelings of desire to give my step mother a good honest Fucking. Sure I enjoyed the torment and pain that I had craved for so long, but I was still a man, and as such often felt the desire to express my manly wants in a basic and unfettered way, without all the trimmings involved in our peculiar relationship.

I had broached the subject, gingerly at first, with my stepmother, but she had shown no interest in giving up her role as domme. She had grown into her role with all the relish, ingenuity and creativity I could ever had imagined and then some. There were few areas we had not now explored in our relationship. Over time I came to express my desire for a more conventional relationship with her more openly, but she remained loyal to my dad. She did however, admit to being flattered, she said, that I had such feelings for her.

I tried dating other girls at the time, but I just couldn't remain interested in them; I needed to express my submissive side, needed the pain, frustration and tears that I was only able to get from my relationship with Marilyn. Unfortunately with her I was unable to express my more conventional maleness. Sometimes, though naughty, I would fantasize about raping her, or having wild conventional sex with her. Grabbing her roughly after a particularly nasty teasing session and lifting her skirt while bending her over the bed and fucking her from behind in a wild and unconstrained way. I loved those fantasies. Being teased, having no control, being taken to my limits then reversing the tables and getting revenge for the pain and ecstasy she allowed me to experience.

It was early during one of our sessions, one morning after my dad had gone to work and I was on holiday, when things took a fascinating turn. I was standing in the centre of the semi dark sitting room adjoining the main bedroom, awaiting instructions when there was a knock on the door. I looked at my stepmother in horror and panic, wondering if it might be my dad come back for something forgotten in the morning dash for work. However my stepmother merely smiled at me and signaled that I should remain standing as I was, at attention, in the centre of the room.

I can't remember ever hearing or feeling my pulse beat so hard; Instantly I knew we were at a new level, but I had had no prior warning and wasn't sure if I could trust my stepmother that much not to step over the bounds we had created. Do I fold and run or do I remain? It was amid this internal turmoil that I noticed my stepsister enter the room. I almost fainted at the intrusion. I felt myself flush to the roots of my hair and the sweat break out upon my forehead and back.

My Stepsister: Robin was 6 years older than me, which seemed a lot when I was young but now seems a trifle. She was within an inch of my own height and gorgeous! That's the easiest way to describe her. For her age she had always been sexy. She had shoulder blade length curly blond hair, breasts that were shaped to inspire desire, (I'd seen her on many occasions sunning herself in a bikini on the lawn outside my room). I'd guess they would be 34 D or very close. She seemed tall at six feet, a bum that swayed seductively whenever she walked and lovely long curvy legs that made me drool! She was a tease and I had longed to fuck her ever since our families had become one.

Now here she was smiling at me as she wandered around me and went to sit on the rug at her mothers feet, her calves folded beneath her.

There was silence for what seemed güvenilir bahis like hours to me, while I argued back and forth in my head, at what a bitch my stepmother was and how much I loved her, and how excited I was and how fantastic Robin looked and what a teasing bitch she was and how I wanted to fuck her, and how I was still somehow standing at attention and how I'm not just a bloody slave to everyone my step mother decides, and how I feel so good and on and on they went racing around my brain.

Finally my stepmother smiled up at me and explained:

"Mike", She began, " You have been wanting to have more conventional sex with me for some time now, isn't that right?"

What the fuck was this I thought excitedly.

"Well as you are probably wondering, Robin has expressed a desire to try being a girlfriend for you. Ages ago when your dad and I got together Robin commented on what a hunk you are. Of course you were just way too young back then, but now you have developed into a really spunky looking guy and Robin is keen if you are."

"That's why I have brought her into our play today." Marilyn continued. "I have realized for some time that a conventional girlfriend probably wouldn't suit you, now that we have established our relationship together. Believe it or not Robin has been interested in S