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 It was my time to be alone.  I sat on the bed and looked into the floor
length mirror admiring how good I still looked at a MILFY 34 years of age.
MY hair long and full, cascading down my body and framing my full round
boobs.  I got on my knees before the mirror and arched my back, pushing my
ass up, way up the way my husband liked it.  I took my time playing with
myself, masturbating, at first slowly and then rubbing myself like I was
going to start a fire between my legs.  I loved masturbating and I loved
watching myself in the mirror.  Even more I loved the thought of how it
turned my husband on.  I missed him, he was a friend.  No one expected his
death, least of all me.  He was a hard worker, strong and in great shape
and yet one day I got a call from the oil rig that he collapsed.  He was
gone just like that.

   I was left alone to care for my stepson.  It was just the two of us. 
His name is Timothy.  I did everything I could to keep a roof over us.  At
16 he quit school and went to work.  I was so angry, so filled with guilt
and shame.  He made the decision to work but I felt it was all my fault
because I couldn't earn enough to care for both of us.  I told him to stay
in school but I knew we would have to leave our humble farmhouse if he did.
His sacrifice was of his own free will but I was the parent, the frightened
parent, afraid we would be homeless.  Anyway that was almost 4 years ago. I
missed my husband and I loved my stepson for being the man of the house at
such an early age.  Now it was time, time for him to find a girl, to move
on, to live his life.  I wanted him to be happy.  I was not sure of my own
future without him.

   Timothy was just home from work.  He was coming from the shower.  I said
" I'm going to make dinner sweetheart and then I think you should go out,
meet a girl.  You don't ever go out on dates.  There are plenty of pretty
girls in town that would love to go out with a stud like you."

   Timothy said "I have no time for romance mom.  You know, work, sleep and
work some more."

   "You are a grown man now Timothy.  You have a life to live.  You should
find a girl." I said in a serious tone.

   Timothy became a bit upset with me at that point "Mom I work hard,
really hard.  I don't have time to be with a girl even if I find one. 
Don't worry about me, I get what I need."

   I said "Timothy I love you for taking good care of me but I do worry and
I'm not sure you do get what you need."

   "How about you go make dinner and I'll get dressed" He said as he
dropped his towel to the floor.  He walked across the room stark naked,
with his back to me.

   As he reached for his boxers he looked back at me.  I was suddenly
embarrassed, I knew he saw me look at beautiful strong young ass.  As he
turned I could see he was no longer a boy at all.  His young cock was full
and quite large, bigger than his father's cock was.  Timothy was a
beautiful young man.

   We did not speak much at the dinner table that night.  "I Think I will
get to bed mom, it's an early work day tomorrow.  They expect alot out of
me in the field.  They want me to be just like dad, some sort of super
star."

   He worked so hard in the oil fields.  I wanted him to quit but the pay
was what we needed.  "I love you Timothy and thank you for working so hard.
Is there anything I can get you?  Do you need anything?"

   He said sharply "I just need a good night's sleep." and went to bed.



   I thought about him that night as I lay in bed, but not as my stepson, I
thought of him as a man.  I pictured him as he droppped the towel and
showed his young bare ass, I thought about the size of his perfect cock.  I
felt a strange erotic blend of shame and excitement as I lay before my
mirror vigorously fucking myself to sleep as I Imagined being overpowered
by my own stepson.  Gawd I was so damn horny.  I made myself cum 3 times
that night before I drifted off to sleep.  That night I had a very dirty
dream...

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   In my dream Timothy stood before me, he forced me to my knees saying
"Mother I work so hard, everyday I suffer for you and now you must work
hard too.  You must be a slave to my desires, the desires of my manhood."
Show me your ass mother, show me all your warm holes, masturbate in front
of me for my pleasure.  Now sit up tall and suck me, suck me until I am
fully satisfied."

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   I woke up wet with drool coming from my mouth and my hand between my wet
legs.  I woke up feeling excited, almost frightened at the dirty vision in
my mind.  It was Saturday, Timothy was sleeping in, a well desevred rest
for my hard working man.  Usually I made him his favorite breakfast on
Saturdays but on this day I was to meet my younger sister.  We had
important things to discuss.  She was having financial troubles and was
soon to leave her husband and her home.

   I opened Timothy's door quietly to tell him I was leaving.  There he was
laying on his back, sheet pulled down exposing his flat muscled stomach.  I
could see that he was hard beneath the sheet.  I thought back to my dream
and was filled with guilt and erotic desire.  "Timothy" I said softly "I'm
going to be with your aunt for a bit.  There is fresh coffee and breakfast
for you on the table."

   "Thanks mom.  You look really good with your hair like that.  Say hi to
aunt Mary for me." He said sleepily.

   I joined my sister for breakfast.  She was very upset.  She wanted to
break our date, to leave early.  I asked her what was wrong but she would
not say.  She said we would talk later and excused herself.  I thought
about shopping a bit by myself but wasn't in the mood.  I decided to go on
home.

   On the drive home I began to think about Timothy again.  I wondered what
he did.  I wondered what he did as a man.  How did he managed to be with
girls while working such long hours.  I remembered discovering that my
husband would stop off at a massage parlor sometimes.  I never confronted
him but I imagined he was getting a few handjobs or blowjobs on the side. I
wondered if maybe Timothy did the same.  I didn't know how to approach my
own stepson with concerns like this.  On one hand he was my son and on the
other hand he supported me as a man and I was concerned that he was happy,
that his needs were met.  I felt confused.  I made peace with the thought
that he would find a girl and life would take it's natural course.

   I arrived home.  It was lunchtime, I thought perhaps Timothy would enjoy
a Saturday lunch.  He was still in his room.  I opened his door slowly.  He
did not hear me enter, I stood frozen and mezmorized, not sure if I should
try to sneak back out of the room or apologize for intruding.  Timothy lay
on the bed, stark naked, legs wide apart, his full hard cock firmly gripped
with one hand, squeezing his balls with the other.  He made such manly
grunting sounds, a deep uh, uh, uh, as massive warm streams of cum shot
across his naked belly and onto his bare chest, almost hitting him in the
chin.  Oh gawd did he look good at that moment.  I felt like a tigress in
heat.  I forgot he was my stepson.  I just wanted him to mount me and fuck
me.

   He turned and looked, "Oh fuck mom, don't you knock." He just got up,
got dressed and ran out saying nothing.

   I couldn't resist.  I new his source of stimulation was on his computer.
I knew it was wrong but I wanted to see.  I was a bit surprised at what I
found.  All the sites he surfed, all the videos and images he masturbated
to were MILF sites: Hot Big Tit Milfs, Mom Blows Best, and Sexy Shaved
MILFS and Cum on Hot Moms.  My stepson fantasized about blowjobs and older
women, women my age.  I was filled with guilt and lustful thoughts.  All
that day I felt disturbing desires.  I decided to have a glass of wine and
just watch a movie on TV to try to take my mind off taboo lustful desires.
I thought to myself "You need a man, you need to get laid.  Masturbation
just isn't doing the trick."

   I thought all day about how I would apologize to Timothy, how I would
explain to him that I knew it was natural for a man to do that and that I
would be respectful of his privacy.  I rehearsed it all in my head.  I felt
really bad that he was embarrassed.  After all it was nothing.  Should I
tell him that I masturbated too?  Or would that be uncomfortable?

   Timothy came home.  I could tell he had been drinking, something he
rarely did.

   I was concerned, "Are you OK Timmothy?  Can we talk?"

   " I'm fine mom, nothing to talk about." If you are talking about this
morning, forget it, I'm a guy, guys jack off, my step mom walked in on me,
big fuckin deal, just forget it.  I love you mom.  I'm going to my room."

   I pleaded softly, "Timothy how about I make you something to eat and you
watch a movie with me?  OK baby?"

   He walked toward his room, "Sure mom just let me get ready for bed.  If
I fall asleep you can let me sleep on the couch till morning."

   I poured a glass of wine and made some popcorn.

   Timothy came from the bedroom wearing nothing but his boxer shorts.  He
made himself comfortable on the couch and gazed at me.  I could tell he was
a bit intoxicated.

   He said "Look at me mom.  I saw you looking before.  You look at me and
I will look at you.  Show me your tits, spread your legs for me."

   "Timothy you are making me a bit nervous.  I told you I was sorry for
walking in on you."

   Timothy looked away and softly said "I don't want you to be sorry, I
want you to want me the way I want you.  I want to come home after a hard
day's work and get what I need the same as other men.  I've given up my
life to work for you, to support us.  You said yourself you want to give me
what I need." He turned to me with desperate lustful eyes and demanded, "I
am a man with needs mom.  You are my woman.  Give me what I need."

   He got up from the couch and abruptly grabbed me turning my body over,
lifting up my dress, tearing my underwear.  At first I was frightened and
then angry, and then excited.  I had never been treated this way by any
man, I was so turned on I could not think clearly.  I only knew I wanted to
get fucked hard.  I was bent over the arm of the couch, Timothy was rock
hard and pushing into me, he was holding me, guiding me by my hair, he was
pulling my ass apart and pounding me.  He was panting like an angry bull as
he pumped my ass.

   "Timothy please, please don't cum in me.  Let me suck you Timothy, let
me satisfy you with my mouth, fuck my mouth Timothy."

   He forced me to my knees and fucked my mouth.  I saw only lust in his
eyes.  He grunted and shot his hot white man milk down my throat.  I worked
hard to swallow it.

   He looked at me and said, "Don't think I'll be sorry tomorrow, I won't,
tomorrow I will want more, I will want to do it again.  That's what I want
from you.  I want to fuck you when I need to fuck you.

   Timothy went into his room and fell asleep on the bed.  I took off my
clothes and lay beside him.  I put my arm around him.  I had not felt so
warm, so close to Timothy for a very long time.  I did not feel angry at
all.  Our relationship had begun to grow in a new and beautiful way.