My name's Denise, I'm thirty eight years old and two years ago I was widowed. My husband was killed in a car crash where his son, my step son Danny, didn't get a scratch on him.
The confession is about my relationship now with my step son. And how I feel about and lust after him. Four montha ago Danny who's twenty years old met a new girl, and since they met I've often listened to them fucking at night. At first I thought Danny was forming a serious reationship with this girl, That was until I over heard him talking to a friend of his over the phone early last month. I shouldn't have listened in, but I heard my name and got curious.
Danny basically said he was using this girl, or slut as he called her, because he couldn't fuck me. It shocked me at first, but I listened on and heard him tell his friend he'd wanted to "Stick his cock in me" ever since he saw me naked on my bed, playing with myself when he was just fourteen. The last part and the bit that had my attention the most, was him saying he felt he loved me in "That way".
I never knew. I just didn't think of Danny that way. But the more I thought about what he'd said, the more I began to think of him sexually and the more I found myself wanting him as a man.
I'm now at the point I fantasise some days about him being between my legs. Licking my pussy and ass and then fucking me with his youthful cock. I even listened in when his girlfriend was round last week and masturbated as I could hear him asking her if he could finally fuck her asshole. In my mind I was telling Danny he could fuck mine anytime he wanted. She left ten minutes later after I heard her telling him their realtionship was over. He laughed at her just as I was cumming.
The morning after, I wore a very see through robe when I got up. Danny was already in the kitchen and I knew as I moved around he was eyeing me up, as my large breasts were very much on show. Unfortunately a delivery guy called by, and by the time he left, the moment was gone and Danny had left to walk upstairs.
I'd love to show danny what he means to me, but I'm still not sure I should be confusing him with my lust for his sex. I also don't know if having sex with Danny would sully his and my memory of his father. What I do know is my thoughts of him and how I percieve my step son have changed, and changed to a realisation, I would have invite Danny into bed with me permenantly.