If someone would have asked me eighteen months ago, if I'd ever contemplate what has taken place over the last four months, I would have told them they were out of their tiny minds. If they asked me today, I'd evade their question, knowing the truth.
My husband Ken was diagnosed with a degenerative disease, one which we all knew would ultimately end his life. It was only a matter of months he had left, not years.
Myself, I'm Hazel and his son Bret became his carers and for ten months we gave my husband, the care and love he desereved. He passed away eight months ago in our family home. The pain and total loss became an overwhelming weight on me and it was Bret who became my shining light. He became the man of the house and he helped me practically and imotionally, come to terms with both of our losses. What I didn't know was, Bret was becoming sexually attracted to me.
He was eighteen when his father was diagnosed and had his nineteeth birthday, only a month after the funeral. His birthday was a mixture of joy and sadness, and after his small party with a few of his freinds arounnd, he turned to me and asked me if I found him attractive. Whether it was the beer he'd been drinking, or he'd become emboldened I don't know. What I do know, looking at the young man in front of me, the mirror of his father, I had only one answer. I told Bret "Of course I find you attractive".
Life moved on and in a strange way I found myself looking at Bret in a different way. He's my step son, he's also very handsome and an extremely physically fit young man. Watching him grow in every way after the death of his father, made me proud to have shared in his upbringing, but after the question he posed, I also began to see him in a different way, A way which lead to the situation we're in today. I began to imagine him fucking me, at night before I went to sleep.
Four months ago I was about to leave the house, when I remembered I hadn't put the washing in Bret wanted me to wash. Walking into his room, thinking he'd already left for college to collect the things he wanted washing. I came upon the sight of my step son masturbating. Not only was he stroking the biggest, most perfect cock I'd ever seen, he was also holding a pair of my panties to his face and he was sniffing at the crotch.
It all seemed to happen in slow motion. Bret tried to cover himself when he saw me after the minute or so I'd been stood there, but by then I'd already made my mind up. I'd already decided after all those nights of wanting his sex inside me, to show him how my affections for him had changed. Walking over to him and taking my panties, his cock now untouched but stood straight up, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his throbbing member.
The frightened unsure look on Bets face changed when I began to move my hand up and down his cock shaft. It changed even more when I bent down after sitting on the edge of the bed, and took his cock into my wide open mouth.
The next few hours we spent together were very emotional, tension relieving, extremely sexually satisfying and for the both of us, the most natural way of confirming our growing love for each other.
Bret with his eight and half inch long thick cock, pleasured in ways I wouldn't have done with his father, not because his father wasn't a good lover, he was. It was just not the kind of sexual acts we shared. I'm thirty nine now, soon to be forty and four months ago on a very sunny and wonderful morning, my step son Bret entered my ass for the first time. The first time in my life I'd been anally fucked and the first time in my life I'd cum from the amazing stimulation Brets cock gave me up my tight ass.
We shared every kind of sexual act you can with another person in the hours we spent together. When Bret came up my pussy I wanted to taste myself and him on his cock, moving him around so I could take his cock back into my mouth, I had Bret eat out his cum from me and then procede to lick and suck on my clit. We stayed in that position for what seemed like and hour, but was probably half that. Slowly giving each other ripples of pleasure and the chance to hold each other as we took in each others juices orally.
Hearing the phone ring mid morning, one of my colleagues ringing to see if I was ok. I was knelt up, my naked beasts pressed against the bed as my knees were on the floor. Bret was behind me and I was begging him to put his cock back into my waiting ass. He'd been slowly, very slowly fucking me when the phone rang. Turning, I looked at my step son and begged him to fuck me to orgasm. My ass was still pulsing from Brets attentions as I walked into work very late.
That night we slept together in Brets bed. Our naked bodies wrapped around each other and sweating from the sexual exertions we'd just had. I'd made Bret hard by sucking his cock almost to completion. Then when I knew his cock was straining, I slowly sank my pussy lips over his manhood as he lay on his back. With Bret holding and squeezing my breasts and nipples, I hammered his cock with my increasingly wet love hole, letting him fill me with his hot cum.
Waking up in the middle of the night with Brets cum leaking out of me, I soon had his cock hard again and entering my ass. This time when he shot his load deep inside my asshole, I lay there with his cock still inside me, until we both fell asleep.
No one knows that we're lovers and we plan on keeping it that way. I genuinely don't know if we we will remain together. For me I'm in love with the man who was once my step son, now I'm in love with the man called Bret.