Steamy sex with my stepson

OK, OK! I’ll admit it. I’ve been desperate to find out what he’s packing since he hit 18.

When I married Roger, Travis was already a spotty teenager. He kept me at a distance. I thought it was because he resented me, but I was wrong. Boy, was I wrong!

Roger got promoted. That was the catalyst that sparked the changes that resulted in…well you’ll have to be patient. It meant that he was in charge of the whole area, which, in turn, meant he had to travel more frequently to check in on local offices.

It started off fine. I got more and more horny while he was away, so much so that when he got back, my pussy would be dripping and I just jumped on him. I needed his dick so badly. I needed it buried balls deep in my pussy and I needed him to make me cum and then unload the sweetest, saltiest present in me.

Maybe it was because we were quite loud when we were fucking, maybe it was because we didn’t always shut the bedroom door properly. Either way, it seemed to mark a change in Travis. He was less stand-offish. On occasions, we even ate together. I was glad that he seemed to be more relaxed around me. He was good company, and we had a few laughs at his dad’s expense.

Then, one weekend, when Roger was out of town and I was lazing by the pool, Travis actually came out for a swim. He lay his towel on the lounger beside me and dived in, making barely a splash. He trawled up and down. He must have done about twenty lengths before he stopped. As he emerged from the pool, he swept his hands back through his hair, which enhanced my view of his glistening torso. Man, had he grown up some! Broad shoulders, a strong fit chest, the beginnings of a six pack, and a trail of dark brown hair that ran from his navel and disappeared into his tightly fitting swimming trunks.

I could feel a change in my body. I’m pretty sure my nipples pebbled at the sight. I was intrigued by what his trunks might be hiding. From a quick glance, it looked pretty promising.

He didn’t bother to dry himself. He simply lay on the lounger beside me, on his back, his chest still rising and falling as he recovered from his exertions. I stared, entranced by the droplets of water than ran down his sides to fall into the towel beneath him.

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