D Abby - Loving step-parents

"Well, my son hasn't slept in the same bed with me for years, but I guess if he can stand it, I can. I hope he doesn't toss and turn as much as he used to."

(It left me dumfounded too. I didn't realize what I had said until I'd said it. My subconscious must have been working overtime. That was the first time I'd ever referred to David as my son. With David in the same bed I knew that this would be the night. As David would say, 'Wow!' I couldn't wait to get up to that bedroom.)

Janet called me her son without having to think about it. I was astonished and didn't know what to do. I was going to sleep in the same bed with a woman! I was going to sleep in the same bed with Janet! My prick came to attention and I blushed.

I didn't eat very much at dinner that night. The thought of what was going to happen had me totally flustered. I didn't carry my end of the conversation very well either. Janet, however, was bright and pleasant, and acted as if sleeping in the same bed with a horny thirteen year old boy was an every day occurrence.

(That was the most difficult dinner conversation I ever had. All I could think of was having David in bed with me. It sure wasn't an every day occurrence to sleep with an atractive horny thirteen year old boy, I just wanted to make it an every day occurrence. At least I wanted to make it an every night occurrence. I wanted to find out how David would react to a horny thirty five year old woman.)

What was going to happen? I would be in the same bed with Janet and sleeping in the same bed with a beautiful well formed woman sure wasn't an every day occurrence for me. That was the only thing that was sure. Would she fall asleep and not wake up if I rolled against her? Would I be able to feel some of the things that I'd seen the night before?

Would I get a chance to feel her tits? Would her nightgown moved up again? If it did maybe I could feel her cunt. Even if I had a chance, I didn't think I'd have enough courage to try. What if she woke up and caught me. Her tits, maybe, but not down there between her legs. I wished that I knew what was going to happen.

We finished dinner and Janet asked if I wanted to see a movie. There was one, but I was much more interested in what was going to happen after we got to bed, so I said I didn't think so.

(I was pleased David decided against the movies. I was just as anxious to get him into that bed.)

We followed our established routine, Janet changed in the bathroom and came out in that same see through night gown. I took my pajamas into the bathroom. I started to jerk off and changed my mind. It would be a waste of time. Being in the same bed with Janet, I would have to jerk off three or four times before the night was over. As much as I wanted things to happen, I was so frightened that they might, I lost my hard on as I came out of the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom Janet was on one side of the bed. It was a king sized bed so there was plenty of room on the other side for me. I got in and held my body very still and stiff on the very edge of the bed. I wanted to move closer and feel her body against mine but I was too scared.

(If I was going to do any seducing now was the time.)

Janet rolled on her side and looked at me.

"Come on now, David. It's customary, by now, for you to kiss me good night."

I gingerly moved toward her and puckered up for a chaste kiss. Her kiss wasn't chaste. Janet hugged me and probed my lips with her tongue. I kissed back the way I had done the night before.

I opened my mouth and felt her tongue rub against mine. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it. My libido overcame my fear and my prick got hard. I blushed yet again. If this kept up my complexion was going to turn red.

Janet's tits were pressed against my chest. Her nipples were trying to bore into me. I knew from reading what that meant but didn't connect academic knowledge with what was going on. I realized Janet must feel my hard prick pressed right up against her belly just as I felt her tits pressed against my chest. It felt good to me but I wondered what Janet thought about it. She had to know what I was thinking. I tried to pull away.

(What was going through his mind was the same thing that was going through mine. Now all I had to do was get him to act it out. Well he hadn't pulled away from me yet, that was a good sign. I decided to take the bull by the horns.)

"Oh, David, don't be so upset. If anyone is doing something wrong it's me not you."

She meant that she was doing the leading. But it was wrong for me to get sexually aroused by the woman who was going to marry my father. I also knew that it wasn't voluntary on my part and there was no way I could help myself. All the logic in the world didn't help my emotions. It just wasn't right.

"But-but you're going to marry Dad! You're going to be my mother!"

(This was the problem. If I were just 'the widow lady down the street' I'd have had his prick in my cunt by now. I would have to come up with a very good rationalization. David was too bright to fall for a cock and bull story. I would have to lay it on thick and it would have to be reasonable.)

Janet was quiet for a long time. I wondered what she was thinking about. She looked away from me, then turned back and shook her head. She was very serious. I was afraid she was going to take me at my word and stop what she was starting. I didn't want that either. I didn't know what I wanted.

"I'm not married to your father yet, and I will only be your step mother. I'll tell you a secret about your father and me. We have an agreement that when we're away from each other we can do what we want to. We trust each other and know that neither of us would abuse the privilege. If we get horny when we're away on business, and we are attracted to someone, it's perfectly all right to relieve our sexual tensions. Right now you are extremely attractive to me and I'm rather tense."

(Morris and I did have an agreement like that but I'm certain that neither he nor I ever considered that it would apply to a thirteen year old boy let alone to David.)

This frank statement had me confused to the point that I even forgot to blush. I shook my head and took a deep breath before I answered.

"But, but I've never ever done anything except masturbate. I don't know what I'm supposed to do or how to do it. Except for last night I've never even seen a woman's body before."

(Young males, and older men too for that matter, think that women only want experienced men for partners in sex. They don't seem to realized just how attractive innocence is. I think an experienced woman is just as anxious to initiate a virgin boy as an experienced man is to initiate a virgin girl.)

Janet had made up her mind. She smiled and moved closer. She kissed my cheek and ran her hand up the back of my neck. That sent shivers down my spine and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

"Well, lack of knowledge about a woman's body is easy to remedy, I'll take off my night gown. Don't worry about the rest. I'll have a lot of pleasure teaching you everything, but you'll find that instinct will take care of you. Most of the time you'll know what to do even though you've never done it before. It will be a lot of fun for me too. Even if you're not an expert, I know I'll enjoy every minute of it."

Janet turned on the light on the night table, pushed the covers to the foot of the bed, and slowly pulled her nightie off over her head. I sat there and watched her. I saw her nipples sticking out in sharp points and the brownish pink part around them, I think that's called the aureole, was all crinkly. I saw the mass of dark blond hair around her crotch, but I couldn't see how she was made down there. I sat there and stared. I could see more by the night table light than I'd seen the night before. Janet brought me out of my trance.