Carol, John & Linda, Ch. 03
Instead of just imagining flashing John, hoping to entice him to make his first, sexual move to sexually seduce me, I'm ready to flash my stepson my naked pussy, my naked breasts, my naked ass, and my naked body.
Continued from Chapter 02: Carol John & Linda
I wondered if I could do something like that, expose my naked body to him by deliberately dropping my towel in front of him while making my towel drop appear accidentally unintentional.
'How hot would that be to show him my naked body in one fell swoop,' I thought?
I wonder what his reaction would be to finally seeing his stepmother naked. With me acting embarrassed, he'd never know that I had deliberately dropped my towel. With me voicing my outrage when telling him avert his eyes and not to look at my naked body, he'd never suspect that I had deliberately flashed him.
No doubt, with him not averting his eyes, he'd not only look but also, he'd stare. Hopefully, he'd finally do more than just stare at all that I had showed him and all that he had seen. I hoped that he'd reach out and touch me and feel me.
Indeed, dropping my towel may be my perfect way to entice him to have sex with me. Showing him my naked body may be just what he needed to make his sexual move. More than curious by his reaction, again, I wondered if he'd look. I wondered if he'd stare. I wondered if he'd reach out and touch my naked breasts, feel my naked ass, and/or cup my naked pussy.
Then, thinking of the worst possible scenario, what if he thought that I had deliberately dropped my towel. What if he thought that I had deliberately exposed my naked body to him? What if he rejected me while thinking that I intentionally flashed him? What if he didn't even look at me but looked away in shame and disgust? What if he didn't sexually want me? What if he thought that I'm the whore that I am and have always been?
'If he had a negative reaction to seeing me naked, I'd be so embarrassed. I'd be humiliated. Filled with guilt, remorse, and shame, I'd run to my bedroom, hide my face, and cry,' I thought.
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Taking a big risk that he wouldn't sexually reject me, and not want to have sex with me, nevertheless, I was overwhelmed with sexual arousal to deliberately flash him. I wanted him to see me without my clothes. I was determined for him to see me naked.
It was then that I thought about sexually teasing my stepson by showing him what he should never see of his stepmother. It was then that I thought about deliberately showing him something that he should never see of me. I couldn't wait for him to see something of me that he shouldn't see.
If nothing else, giving me something to masturbate over later, I wanted to flash my stepson my naked breasts, my naked pussy, and my naked ass. I wanted him to see me naked. I dared myself to show him my naked body.
Again, in the hopes of enticing him to make the next, sexual move, whether dropping my towel or not, I was determined to flash him my nearly naked and naked body. Whether down nightgown views of my naked breasts or up nightgown peeks of my naked pussy, I double dared myself to show him something that he shouldn't see of me. Sexually teasing him by flashing him, I hoped that I'd make him horny and sexually excited enough for him to make his sexual move by stripping himself naked in front of me.
'I'd love to see his big, naked cock again,' I thought. 'I'd love to reach out and touch and feel his big dick while taking it in my hand and wrapping my fingers around him while slowly stroking him. How hot would that be to masturbate my stepson?'
Hoping beyond hope, realistically hoping for some, mutual, sexual attention, when exposing myself to him, again, hoping for the best, I hoped that he'd reach out his horny hand and touch me, feel me, and fondle me. I hoped that he'd take me in his arms and kiss me, and make out with me. I hoped he'd have sex with me. At the very least, I hoped that he'd masturbate over me in the way that he continually masturbated over those forty-some-year-old, big breasted, blonde women who looked like me and who appeared on his computer screen topless and naked.
Not backing down from flashing him, something that filled me with sexual anticipation, I hoped that he'd return the favor of my exhibitionism with his exhibitionism. In the way that I'd willingly show him my naked body, I hoped he'd show me his naked body, too. Just the thought of exposing myself to my stepson made me sexually aroused enough to masturbate myself while imagining showing him my topless and/or my naked body.
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If I dared showed him something that he shouldn't see of me, not knowing what his reaction would be, again, I wondered if he'd look. I wondered if he'd stare. Or, disappointing me and sexually frustrating me again, I wondered if he'd look away in shame and in embarrassment. I wouldn't know his reaction to seeing something of me that he shouldn't see until I dare myself to flash him.
While hoping that he'd look, again, I wondered if he'd masturbate over all that he saw of me later. I wondered if I deliberately flashed him my naked body, if that would knock me down from the high pedestal that he had placed me upon. Once he's seen me naked, I wondered if he'd think of me as an exhibitionistic whore instead of thinking of me as his morally, modest stepmother.
Yet, again, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, not stopping with just flashing him, my sexual fantasy come true, I wished he'd kiss me while touching me and feeling me through my clothes. I wished he'd slowly undress me while making out with me. While touching me and feeling me everywhere that a stepson should never touch and feel his stepmother, I'd love him to strip me naked and have his sexual way with my naked body. I'd love him to make slow and passionate love to me before fucking me fast and hard.
'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'Hoping that he would, that would be so hot for John to strip me naked and touch and feel my naked body everywhere while making out with me,' I thought.
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Carol, John & Linda, Chapter 03:
Finally crossing the incestuous line, Carol finally flashes her stepson down nightgown views of her naked breasts and up nightgown views of her naked pussy and her naked ass.
Especially now that we live together again, we've become close but, even though I wanted to, I've never crossed the incestuous, sexual line until now. Even though I've imagined us having sex and have masturbated over us having sex, we've never had sex. Becoming increasingly impatient, while hoping that he would, I continued waiting for him to make his sexual move to bed me. Only, sexually frustrating me, he didn't make a move to bed me.
In the way that he sometimes sexually stares at me with sexual lust to let me know that he sexually wanted me, I stare at him with sexual desire to let him know that I sexually wanted him, too. Yet, a big line to cross, other than us staring at one another, nothing ever came of that. It's so sexually frustrating waiting for something, anything, to happen.
Passing the time together, when not working, we played board games and video games. We watched TV and movies together. We've talked about everything and laughed over nothing. We're more than just stepmother and stepson, we're friends, best friends.
After not having had sex in a long while, to be honest, I'm at the age where I'm horny. Just as he's always horny, I'm always horny, too. Desperate for some loving attention, I'm sexually frustrated. Unaccustomed to not having sex, in the way that I used to be accustomed to having sex regularly, I'm bored masturbating myself. I'm tired of my sex toys. I'm sexually unsatisfied. I'm emotionally unfulfilled.
Instead of my fingers, my vibrator, and my dildo, I needed a cock. I needed a hard dick. While wanting the sex between us to be his idea, I needed my stepson to step up and fuck his whore of a stepmother.
'Do something, John,' I thought.
Women love to be taken. I needed him to take me. I needed him to push me back on my bed or on the couch and kiss me while feeling me through my clothes. I needed him to show me that he sexually wanted me. If only he would, I'd give him more sex than he'd ever imagined receiving. I'd give him more sex than he's ever had in his life.