3 comments/ 62486 views/ 33 favorites A Lover Close To Home Ch. 01 By: Carson1982 I married Nick almost ten years ago when I was 25 years old. Nick was ten years older than me and had custody of his two young sons from a previous marriage, Adam and Craig. It was difficult to assume the role as the mother figure at first, but with time, and the absence of the Nick's ex-wife from the boys' lives, a bond quickly grew between us. I did not have children of my own, so I never really knew that special bond of a mother and son. I loved Adam and Craig with all my heart, but there was always that knowledge in the back of my mind, and I know in theirs, that I was not their actual mother. I feel that lack of maternal bond contributed to the events that transpired later on in the boys' lives. My relationship with Adam was not something that happened suddenly. It had been slowly building, as the boys' father and I had grown apart over the last two years, so much to the point he would rarely speak to me. Only when he had been drinking and felt the need to be aggressive did he want to have sex with me. I tried many times to revive the love we used to have but things never recovered. I became lonely, so lonely that the smallest amount of affection I received I greeted with gratefulness. It was about this time, after he had graduated high school and was enrolled at a local college, that Adam saw the unhappiness that had overcome me. We began to spend more time together, doing everything from shopping to hiking to sitting and listening to music. We spent many evenings sharing thoughts, and Adam even touched on his relations with girls, giving me small hints of what intimate moments he had experienced. Adam became my confidant and best friend. Like most boys when they get older and begin to notice women, Adam was not very discreet about his interests in the opposite sex. Often I caught him staring at my chest, especially when I was in a bikini and my cleavage was showing. Several occasions I noticed him staring up my dress when he was sitting across from me. As he got older I allowed him more opportunities to get a view down my shirt or up my dress. At this time I began to look at Adam less as a stepson, and more as a sexually curious young man, one who was giving me attention that I sorely missed. Too my knowledge Adam had never seen me nude until the night I caught him standing in the doorway of my bedroom. I had just taken a shower and my robe was in the closet. Thinking I was secure in my own bedroom, and not thinking about the door being partially open, I walked out of the bathroom completely naked and walked to the closet for the robe. Before I closed the robe in the front I turned and saw Adam standing in the doorway, his eyes glued to my body. By instinct I closed the robe quickly. Mortified, Adam turned and darted down the hallway, his bedroom door slamming behind him. Afraid I would traumatize Adam with guilt, I did not mention this to him. The next time Adam and I had an encounter was when I thought he was out of the house after I had returned home from a quarterly work dinner. Thinking all three males were out of the house I stripped off my dress at the laundry room and tossed it on the washer. As I walked down the hallway around the corner out of nowhere came Adam, not four feet from me. As we both stopped in alarm I saw Adam's eyes immediately dropped to my breasts which were encased in my best push up/fuck me bra. Instead of running nervously I merely sauntered toward my bedroom, giving Adam clear view of my bare cheeks and the black strip of thong running down the crack of my ass. A thought popped into my head that I'd never had before: I wanted Adam to look. Of course the drinks I had earlier most likely helped stir up these thoughts. In one abrupt move, I stop and turned back to Adam. "I thought you guys were over at your uncle's working on that race car." "I...uh...I decided to stay home. I didn't want to go." I felt so devilish, a feeling I had not felt in years. I reached for the clasps of the bra between my bosoms. "Well...lucky you." With that I turned back toward the bedroom, and as I walked onward I unsnapped the front closures of my bra and opened it. Laying my arm across my boobs, I turned and gave Adam an evil grin and shut the door. I felt guilt and shame once the morning came and the alcohol wore off. What kind of woman pulls a stunt like that? We're not blood related, but I was basically his mother! I couldn't look Adam in the eyes for a week after that, but then, the feelings I had begun to stir in my thoughts again. I thought about those times often, wondering what ran through Adam's head at those moments. I wondered what he thought of my body. Did he enjoy "bumping" in to me? Did he find me sexy? Did he, I dare even think, find me desirable? Did he fantasize about me? The thoughts would run through my head and then I would stop myself. Adam was my stepson, and I couldn't entertain such thoughts. I knew I was growing closer to Adam, and I was beginning to look at him less as the stepson I had raised from a young age, to a sweet, caring young man. As time went on there seem to be more instances where Adam and I just happen to be in the right place at the right time. There seem to be more bedroom doors not closed when I was dressing. My skirts pulled high on my thighs and my legs spread farther than good taste dictates, allowing him more of a view of my crotch. There was more of a tendency of him walking around the house with only his briefs on, his semi-erect bulge in plain sight. It was on one of those occasions that I discovered how Adam felt about all the flirting we'd been doing Adam came into the kitchen wearing a bathrobe one morning while I was drinking coffee at the table. He poured a glass of orange juice and walked over to the sliding glass door that led to the back patio. As Adam looked out into the yard, sipping on his juice, his robe gaped open enough that I could see the tip of his penis, which appeared semi-erect. Adam made some small talk while surveying the yard and the entire time I was focused on the opening of his robe. Adam turned toward me and walked back to the breakfast nook where I was sitting. Adam leaned his shoulder against the doorway to the nook, resting his body against the frame. The left side of his robe fell open due to his lean, exposing a wide view of his cock and balls. I couldn't decipher if Adam meant for this to happen or it was an accident, and frankly, I did not care. "Got anything special planned today?" I continued staring at the opening in his robe. I had a wide open view of his entire package. It was quite large and, if his cock was this large flaccid, I could only imagine how big it was when it was hard. "Uh, no, nothing planned." I finally gained enough composure to answer his question. Adam began to make small talk and it was obvious he was looking for any subject to talk about to justify him standing there for so long. I would nod when I think I needed to respond, but my focus was on what lay between his legs. As he stood there talking, I could tell he was becoming erect. The tip of his cock began to rise, and I became inpatient, hoping I would see it at full attention. "I guess I better go take a shower." "Yeah, you better. I mean, so you can get your day started." Adam moved to the edge of the table and set his empty glass down. His robe was still open enough I could see his now nearly full erection peeking out past the robe opening. I was less than two feet away, and the temptation to reach out and touch it was immense. "My day has already gotten started, don't you think?" Adam turned and headed out of the kitchen for the bathroom. I sat there in shock, not believing what had just happened. Adam had made it apparent he was quite privy to our flirtations, and was not timid about acknowledging it. I was excited and giddy. For the first time, the excitement of our toying with each other overrode my guilt I felt for treading into such a taboo area. I knew the next incident would be unimaginable. To be continued... A Lover Close To Home Ch. 02 The show Adam, my stepson, gave me in the kitchen earlier in the day, whether it was intentional or not, left me reeling with a combination of thrill and guilt. I felt shame for even looking at what he had exposed, and excitement at thinking he wanted me to see what he had under his robe. Adam left the house after his shower and I spent the remainder of the day trying to keep my mind occupied, but my thoughts kept returning to that morning in the kitchen. My husband, Nick, and I attended a party that evening in which I drank a little too much and he spent his time talking to the men. When the party ended, Nick drove me back to the house and left again to go to a sports bar with some of the guys from the party. I assumed I was home alone, as Adam had left earlier in the day with his friends and Craig, my younger stepson, was away at a baseball camp for a week. I made my way through the house and entered the bedroom, not thinking about the open window shades. After dark, with the interior bedroom lights on, someone outside could clearly see into the bedroom while being invisible to the person inside. The bedroom windows lined the side of the exterior wall, and went from the floor to the ceiling. In the earlier years of our marriage this had been used to Nick's and my advantage. When he and I were in a playful mood, we'd provide our neighbors, an older gentleman and his wife, a full view of our sexual escapades. I took off my shoes and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I turned to the mirror, unsnapping the front closures of my bra and opened it, giving my girls some freedom. As I pulled the bra off I turned toward the windows, seeing my reflection in the glass. Instead of worrying about someone seeing me or the neighbor getting a free strip show, I stood there, thinking about Adam. I cupped my breasts and gently rubbed the underside, pushing them upward. I slid my thumbs inside the straps of my thong and slid them down my thighs to the floor. When I stood and looked at my reflection again, I wondered what Adam would think of my body. I was in good shape, hell, I'd say great shape, for a 35 year old woman. I still retained my firmness in my breasts and ass. I tanned a few times a week at the local tanning booth, jogged a few days a week, and tried to watch what I ate. The entire time I was thinking, my fingers were gliding around my nipples, which were now stiff. I decided to go for a swim since I had the pool to myself, and put on a white bikini. The patio and pool area were only lit by the light shining through the sliding glass doors from the kitchen. I walked out onto the deck and started down the steps into the pool. The water was still chilly since it was the beginning of summer but felt so relaxing. Since I was alone and assumed no one would be home for a few hours I decided to treat myself to a skinny dippy session. I loosened my top and placed it on the edge of the pool deck. My breasts felt good unrestricted in the water. I peeled off the bottom and placed it next to the top on the deck. I swam backwards to the deeper part of the pool. "Whatcha doin'?" I turned quickly to the voice to see who was in the pool with me. I was scared more than anything as I was bare to the world and totally defenseless. Then at the edge, hidden amongst a pool ball and a floating air mattress I could make out a head sticking out of the water. "It's just me! Don't panic!" I realized who it was. "Damn you, Adam! You scared the shit out of me!" My fear had turned into relief to know I was safe. Adam laughed. "I can't believe you didn't know I wasn't out here. Could you not see me?". "No! Its dark out here, goofy!" Then I remembered that I had nothing on, which also meant Adam must have seen me take my bikini off. I swam toward the edge of the pool where my bikini laid. "Don't put it on for my account. It doesn't bother me." "Well, I need to put it on. I can't be out here naked with you." Once I reached the edge of the pool I placed my hand up on the deck, but hesitated at grabbing my bikini. "I can't see anything. Besides, I don't mind." My throat suddenly felt like it was going to jump out of my mouth. Here we were, only feet away from each other, with me totally nude. I looked around on the deck, hoping Nick had not come home early and to see us in the pool. Looking around at the back of the house I remembered when in the pool you could see into my bedroom. I had been there earlier, undressing with the lights on and the shades open. This meant, as I was suddenly realizing, that Adam, who was in the pool, must have seen me undress and fondle myself. "You've been out here a while?" "Yep. For a while." Adam answered with an air of confidence. This told me that I was right. He did see everything. "So I guess you saw me in the bedroom?" I knew better than to ask, but I had to know. I wanted to know what Adam thought. "Yep. I did." "So how I guess you got an eye full." "Yep. I watched the whole thing." Watched? He didn't say saw, he said watched. "Watched, huh? Well, don't I feel embarrassed." "Why? You've got nothing to be ashamed of." "Uh...well...thank you...I guess, but yeah, that was something you didn't need to see." "Well you aren't my real mom -" Adam's response cut off abruptly. What I am sure he intended as a compliment hit me just the opposite way. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to sound that way. I just meant that....that we aren't blood related so...but that doesn't mean..." Adam struggled to mend the damage he'd done, but just kept digging the hole deeper. I moved back to the edge of the pool. I should have felt relieved that Adam was not looking at me like a mom, but rather as an attractive woman, but I supposed having to deal with the "you're not my real mom" stigma all those years hit me like a rock. "Fuck! I just...fucked up. I'm sorry. I just meant -" "It's OK, Adam. We're in a uncomfortable spot right now. I need to go back in." I reached for my bikini and began putting the bottoms back on. "I just mean that it was OK for me to watch you." I didn't know how to react to what Adam said. "No...it's not OK. But I'm not mad. You didn't do anything wrong..." I struggled getting the top on in the water. Adam moved over to me and grabbed the bikini top. "Here. Let me do it." Adam opened up the top and held it up against my bare chest. He placed a hand on my shoulder to turn my back to him. He reached under my arms and grappled for the strings to tie around my back, his hands touching the sides of my breasts as he searched for the ties. I stood motionless. He turned me back around to face him and reached into the water for the ties for the top of the bikini. My breasts were bare in front of him, buoyant in the water. He pulled the ties up with each hand and reached his arms around my neck to tie them. Adam took his time tying the strings around my neck. I felt something touch my stomach for a moment, and then touch it again. I felt it rest against my stomach and then I realized it was Adam's erection. Adam finished tying the strings. "There. You OK?" "Yeah." My words were almost a whisper, my breath being taken away from being so closed to him nude. Adam had control of the moment. I felt like a young girl, completely powerless. I could still feel his cock pressed up against me. Placing my hands on his hips, I pushed myself gradually to the side to move around him. As I walked up the pool steps I turned to Adam. "Adam, why did you watch me?" There was enough light coming from the kitchen that I could make out Adam's face. A smile came across his face. "Did you not want me to?" "I didn't mean for you to." "But you don't mind that I did, do you?" Adam's question wasn't rhetorical, but rather one asking for assurance. I couldn't answer him. I couldn't tell him that I did indeed want him to watch, yet could not lie and tell him I did not. Not mustering the courage to tell him the truth, I turned slowly and headed into the house, wondering what Adam was thinking. I entered my unlit bedroom and removed my bikini. Sitting on the bed, I looked out the window to the pool through the still opened shades. With the pool barely lit from the light that was coming from the kitchen, I could see Adam moving toward the steps. His silhouette raised from the water, confirming he indeed was nude. I could make out his penis dangling as he walked out of the pool. Again, if it was that large when flaccid, I could only imagine how large it was when erect. Adam walked into the back door of the house into the kitchen and with the sound of his door closing, went to his bedroom. I sat and stared out the window to the pool, thinking about what had happened. There I was in the pool, only water separating Adam and me, our nude bodies inches away from each other. I closed my eyes and wondered what could have happened if I had let it. Would Adam had taken me if I had pursued the moment? I slid my fingers along my stomach, my fingers gliding along the narrow strip of pubic hair to my mound. I slipped my middle finger into the lips of my pussy, and pushed inside. I was already wet. I imagined Adam's hands gliding all over my bottom, his lips kissing me softly along my neck and shoulders. I could feel his hands holding my ass as his mouth surrounded my nipple. I imagined his hips slide inside my thighs, the tip of his cock touching the lips of my pussy. I gasped, thinking of how it would feel as he pushed his meat inside me. I jerked my head back and moaned as I leaned back onto the bed. My fingers worked frantically on my clit as I fantasized of Adam pumping me hard. Imagining his hand hold the back of my head as he pressed his tongue inside my mouth. My hand and crotch was soaked from my juices. I felt the rush coming on until my whole body trembled from the release. Once it subsided, I stared at the ceiling, my body tingling. The rest of the night my mind raced between fantasizing about Adam and feeling shame and guilt of the thoughts I had. I knew that there was no way that I was strong enough to stop thinking about Adam. To be continued... A Lover Close To Home Ch. 03 I awoke shortly after midnight, startled by the sound of car keys slamming on the kitchen counter. Apparently I had fallen asleep after I had my orgasm, and now Nick had finally come home, rattling around in the kitchen like a bull in a china shop. He stumbled down the hallway and into our bedroom. "Hey babe. Looks like you've been waiting on me." Nick took me being nude in bed as a sign that I wanted sex with him. "No...just didn't put any clothes on after swimming. I'm really tired-". Nick cut me off, refusing to acknowledge my hint. "Well I'm not tired and I'm in the mood for some lovin'." Nick stood at my side of the bed near my head and begin to undo his slacks. "Nick, I'm not in the mood and you're drunk. I'm not having sex with you while your drunk." I raised up to put on a robe, but Nick's hand wrapping around the back of my head stopped me from leaving. "You know what I want. Now open up those pretty lips." Nick jerked my head toward his crotch where his penis was waiting, stiff in his hand. I put my hands on his hips and pushed back away. "Nick, no! I don't want to! Just go to bed!" Again Nick jerked my head over to his cock and pulled my head down to it. He pushed my head inward, my lips closed tight as the tip of his cock tried to make its way into my mouth. "Dammit! Open up! Quit fucking teasing me!" I pushed my hands against his legs in an attempt to get loose. He had the smell of another woman on his cock. He had been with someone else, and was expecting me to go down on him with her juice still on him. "Damn you, Nick! You've been with someone else!" "Well fuck, I ain't been gettin' any from you! Why don't you suck it and see what a real woman tastes like!" I pushed against Nick and tried to roll to the other side of the bed, but Nick still had hold of my hair. He yanked back on my head, pulling me back to the mattress, and maneuvered his way over my legs. I tried to push him back with my foot before Nick man-handled his way between my legs. "You're gonna take it! Tell me no, huh? That shit don't fly with me you fuckin'-" Before Nick could finish his insult, a loud thud cut through the room. It was Adam, slamming his fist against the door to get Nick's attention. "LEAVE HER ALONE!", Adam screamed at his father. Adam stood in the doorway, his tight white briefs his only clothing. He looked like a young gladiator ready to do battle. "Why don't you mind you own business and get the fuck outta here?" "Dad, c'mon! Stop! Go sleep in the living room!". "I'll tell ya what I'll do, you little prick! I'll go back and sleep with someone that appreciates me! You two can go fuck yourselves!" Nick pulled up his pants and made his way to the doorway, standing eye to eye with Adam. Adam stared his father down. "I don't know what sick little game you two are playing...I've been watching...I've seen how you two look at each other!". Nick stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing his car keys from the counter, and headed outside to this car. Adam looked over at me while the sound of Nick's car pulling out off the driveway signaled Nick was now gone. Adam walked slowly over to the bed and knelt down in front of me. I sat on the bed, the sheet pulled across my torso covering me only from the top of my thighs upward to just above my nipples. I looked downward to the floor, tears swelling up in my eyes in disbelief of how Nick had just acted. Nick had been hateful toward me for the last year, but this was the worst he had been toward me. "You alright?" Adam knelt in front of me. He placed a hand on my upper arm as I held my hand across my face, still trying to decipher what had just happened. "Yeah...I'm OK." Adam placed his fingers under my chin and lifted my head slowly. Adam's brown eyes stood out even in the darkness. "You don't deserve to be treated like that. He doesn't deserve you." I put my hand on his upper arm, his biceps hard and chiseled. "It's OK...it's OK..." "No, it's not. You are too beautiful a person to be treated like that. You deserve so much better than that. If I had someone like you-" Adam stopped and sighed. I placed my hand on the side of his face. I felt myself melting. "You're so sweet. Some girl is going to be so lucky..." There was a long silence as I slowly pulled my hand downward, my fingertips sliding down the side of his face, down his neck, to his bare chest. I made small, soft circles with my finger on his chest just above his nipple. "Jenny, who were you thinking about when you were standing at the window tonight?" I knew I shouldn't tell Adam the truth, just like I knew I shouldn't be touching his bare chest while I sat in front of him naked with only a bed sheet barely covering me. But despite what I knew to be right or wrong, I wanted Adam to know it was him I was thinking about. "I was thinking...of you." I smiled as I looked up into Adam's eyes, hopeful he would be happy with my answer. Adam leaned forward, placing his hands on my upper arms, and leaned in to kiss me. I didn't pull back, but instead leaned inward to meet him. His lips were so soft and warm. I felt my body tingle and his hands gripped tighter on my arms. I spread my knees apart, hoping he would move inward to me. A few seconds later Adam leaned forward, grabbing the sheet at my thigh, and pulling it aside, exposing my entire body to him. I leaned back on my hands, looking downward as Adam lowered his head down to my breasts. His lips raked down to my nipple, where his tongue pressed against it in a slow circular motion. His pressed his lips against my breast and sucked on my nipple, which was already hard. Adam moved his head down again, stopping only a few moments to kiss my stomach, then my navel, and then the top of my pubic line. He moved over and ran his tongue upward along the inside my leg, skirting on the outside of my pubic mound. I spread my legs farther apart. Adam reached under my thighs and brought his hands up around the outside of hips as he squatted down lower, his head now even with my pussy. He moved forward, sliding his tongue upward along the folds of my lips. I tightened up and felt a wave of nerves tingle through me as Adam's head moved up and down slowly. His tongue moved inside my opening a little farther with each movement, the lips of my pussy surrounding his tongue. I laid back on the bed, spreading my legs as wide as I could, opening my pussy or him. Adam placed his hands in the inside of my thighs, and began licking me. His tongue was working all over crotch, and I felt like at any moment I could come. Adam then stood and slid his shorts off. Even though it was dark in the room, the light from the kitchen the only thing illuminating us, I could make out Adam's cock. It was huge, just like it appeared earlier that morning at the breakfast table. Of course I was not going to stop and measure it, but I suspect it was at least nine to ten inches long. I leaned up and placed my hand on it, and was amazed at the girth. My fingers could not fit all away around it. It was harder than I could have imagined. I leaned down and placed my lips onto the head of Adam's cock. Just ten minutes earlier I was being forced to give head to my husband, whose cock was covered in some other woman's dried juice. Now, I was lustfully going down on his son. I evilly wished Nick was here to watch. Adam's hips moved back and forth slightly as I slid my lips up and down his shaft as far as I could. I'd never had anyone so big. I reached around and gripped his ass, pulling him forward more to me. I wanted him to know how much I wanted him. I could feel his cock tighten, then relax, and then tighten again. I pulled my head back and looked up at Adam, jerking my head to swing my hair out of my face. "Fuck me, Adam. I want you to fuck me." Adam placed a knee on the edge of the bed and leaned over me as I slid backward to give him room. He crawled between my legs, and as he pressed onto me, he gripped my left breast with his hand. I reached between my legs and found his cock, of which I placed the head of it just inside my opening. "Slide it in. Slide inside me." Adam kissed me and then pulled his head back to look at me. He smiled the sweetest smile I'd ever been given. "Jenny, I've always wanted to make love to you. Always..." And with those words, Adam slide his cock inside. It felt not only huge, but warm. It was so hard, harder than any cock I'd ever had. Adam's thrusts were long and hard, yet slow. I felt myself becoming more wet with each thrust, my juices running down onto my ass cheeks. I could tell his balls were soaked with my juices. My eyes were half shut and I imagined to Adam they looked glazed over as I melted under his tight, muscular body. I had imagined this for so long, and now, it was happening. I only gave slight thought to Nick possibly returning and catching us. In a way I wanted Nick to see his son fucking me. The thought of him seeing his wife fuck his son turned me on even more. Adam's pace began to quicken and his body tighten, signaling he was getting ready to come. He arched backwards, his head pointing up towards the ceiling, when he let out a strong, low moan. His pelvis pounded hard in short slams against my crotch as I felt my insides fill with the warmness of his cum. His strokes softened and slowed, until Adam lowered himself back onto me, his head resting to the side of mine. "You alright, baby?", I whispered in his ear softly. Adam faced me and slowly slid his tongue inside my mouth. I could taste my juices still on his mouth. Realizing that Nick could return, I patted Adam on his ass cheek. "We better stop and get cleaned up before your father comes back and catches us." Adam nodded his head and stood up at the edge of the bed. I laid with my legs spread wide, his juices running out of me. I reached between my legs and felt his cum pouring from me. I gathered some on my fingers and reached for his cock, spreading our juices up and down his shaft. I leaned inward and took his meat into my mouth, licking it clean. "Oh my god, Jenny...I want you so much. I want you forever..." I looked upward as my hand stroked his shaft slowly. I knew I had crossed a line. A line that was taboo. Adam was my step-son, but I no longer cared. All I knew was I wanted him, and I would do anything to keep him as my lover. "You can have me all you want, Adam. Now, go on before your dad comes back." Adam left for his bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, an evil grin forming on my lips. Finished...for now...