My Husband Is Trying To... (Part 4)

So, I think I'm cracking...

I know that I'm going to fuck my stepson. It's only a matter of time. And in a way, I'm incredibly excited and another way, I'm terrified. Yesterday, I went downstairs to do some tarot readings and I barely looked at him while I was multitasking. After everything was said and done, I went upstairs and pondered on whether I should give him affection or not. So I decided to do it.

I went downstairs and held him. My God, he gives the absolute best hugs I've ever had. I felt as though if the walls were crashing around us and the world was ending, I was safe in his arms. He makes me feel so seen and loved and cared for. Recognized. I told him that his future wife was lucky to have him. I also told him how much I didn't want to let him go. Then, his dad opened the garage door and he got startled, he pulled from me but I told him not to worry, that his dad would be happy to see us. And once he opened the second door and saw us, he had a smile on his face. It made me happy.

I feel like my feelings for my stepson are developing tremendously. I'm beginning to think I might be falling for him. He's almost all I think about. I crave to touch him, to hold him, to be next to him. That's my desire. And in a large way, I'm scared. I don't want to damage him.

... But boy, do I want to feel him cum in my throat. I want to slip his young, uncut cock inside of me. I want to hear him moan and say my name. I want him to want me. I want him to feel like he's burning for me. I want him to say the things his father doesn't and look at me like I'm the last woman in existence.

And for that, my heart aches with concern.