Ultimas:
Actually, I have to be honest that she said that either she or I should do it. I said nothing. Nevertheless, a chill went down my spine and I wasn't sure it was fear or excitement.

I'm still not sure. I won't answer the question for Deborah, because if it happened it couldn't be with more love and she would handle it nicely. And next year he will be of legal age in such matters. At least, that is what I am telling myself.

As to the other ... me? Oh dear!! My god! What do I think? Of course, it is out of the question. I know that. However, a boy and his step Mom living all these years alone in the same household certainly raises the sex issue. It is hard to avoid the thoughts and feelings,

After all, the boy was a baby and suckled your breasts and made you feel more wonderfully loved than any other experience in your life could do. The suckling, no matter when it takes place is a purely sexual feeling and almost all erotic stimulation starts there when dating for example.

The baby becomes the boy; the boy becomes the man; and all three take on the mantle of lover.

Today was the first time that I interrupted Prince while he was masturbating. I felt terrible about it. He thought I was in the shower after our bike ride. Instead, I came down the hall to ask him something or other and barged in at just the step Mummy of his climax.

There he was, sprawled back on his bed, legs over the corner toward me. He has black hair on his chest and it streams down a centerline toward his penis. The hair is thick and curly around his penis and balls and his thighs are muscular and hairy too. I can no longer properly refer to it as his "cute little pee-pee" as I did when he was a baby.

His wondrous cock is long and macho like the rest of his body. He had a pair of my panties wrapped around the shaft but there was still visible naked shaft and bulbous crown. It strained upward beyond the hand jacking up and down. I entered just as the first long white stream of cream shot into the air. It must have gone five feet and then splashed down on his hairy chest.

Every move is imprinted on my mind, even now. A second shot leapt from the fierce-looking red head and onto his stomach. A third, weaker spurt fell back onto his hand. Then an amount flowed from the slit over the head of his dick and streamed down over penis and hand onto my panties. I tried to close the door and exit, but I couldn't force myself to look away. I'm so sorry.

My nipples had gone hard as thimbles and there was a familiar excitement between my legs. Prince opened his eyes and saw me. He was startled but seemed to settle back down with resignation. I apologized and left him in privacy. It occurred to me that he had left his door open. I guess we have become so accustomed to each other that ... well, I don't know.

The scene haunted me that night and I had trouble sleeping. Finally I decided that nothing would bring sleep without an orgasm to take away some of the tension. I think that I woke Prince because I became so very enthusiastic.

My fantasy could only be of his youthful, beautiful rigid cock. After I had finished and lay relaxed and close to sleep, Prince came into my room and gave me the tenderest of kisses and a lovely goodnight hug which brought soothing sleep at last. He is wonderful, my Prince.

That led to one of our sex question and answer periods, which I propose from time to time. He doesn't ask much usually. I make a point of answering everything completely honestly. Sometimes our most pointed questions come when we are in the darkroom together. I guess it is easier for him if we are in the dark. Which is fine, I understand!

We seem to have agreed that living together we must accept that both of us will be satisfying sexual needs with our own hands and we don't want to live afraid and hiding from the other. I have agreed. I'm still thinking about what exactly this will mean.

We've decided that intimacies such as masturbation will be "semi-private.

Taboo: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/taboo/43472