Momma Pam -

Momma Pam - Part 2

This is a story about an 18-year-old male and his 36-year-old step mom trying to decide if they can make the transition from parent and child to lovers. It seemed like a Romance story, but after conferring on the Literotica Discussion Boards, the consensus is since the story involves a step mom and step son, it should be posted in the Incest area. Part 1 laid the foundation. Part 2 concludes the story and does include sex. Enjoy.

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DECEMBER thru the end of APRIL

We continued dating and being more comfortable with the idea of changing roles. The most awkward date was when we and a few classmates appeared at the same restaurant. The guys yelled from across the dining area to join them. At first, we declined, then decided we had nothing to lose. The guy's jaws dropped as Pam sat, and their dates glared. Pam was polite and did nothing to indicate she was flirting. The girls were relieved when it was time to leave for the movie. Pam and I lingered at the table amused at what happened.

Christmas break was coming fast, so I asked about staying at her place. To my surprise, she said no as we were still dating. She confessed that if I did stay over, she and I might be tempted to have sex. I said that was fine with me and she reminded me in a rather forceful tone of our agreement. So, I booked a room at a motel in town until the dorms opened in January.

Our conversations became deeper and more personal as we dated. Pam shared some past relationships which went bad. I was seeing her as an attractive woman I was falling in love with.

Pam invited me over to celebrate New Year's Eve. She told me to bring nothing but my smiling face. I thought of showing up wearing only a long coat but decided she might not see the humor. By now, we were accustomed to my displaying an erection and one of her nipples poking through.

I arrived around 8:00. We sat close to each other, enjoying finger food and drinks. We watched a favorite DVD of hers, "When Harry Met Sally". When it was over, Pam topped off our wine glasses and brought in more food. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the comfort we had or both. Anyway, I asked a question which surprised both of us.

"Do women sound like that when having an orgasm?"

Pam took a sip then replied, "It depends on the woman. Some are like that, some are even louder, and some are quieter."

Pressing the question, I asked, "How close are you to sounding like Meg Ryan in that restaurant scene?"

Pam looked down for a moment then directly into my eyes and said, "Pretty close. It's been a while, but your father was quite impressive in bed in the early years of our marriage."

I put the glass on the food table in front of us, then set down her glass. I looked long and hard into her eyes then leaned forward and kissed her luscious lips. I felt a hand on my chest and heard "No". I vigorously massaged her left breast and nipple then straddled her lap. I ignored the second "No!" and the increased pressure of both hands against my ribs.

The next thing I remember was lying on the floor in great pain. I was covered in food and holding my groin.

Pam looked down declaring, "William, when a woman says 'No' you should listen or risk the consequences. Now go sit in the recliner while I clean up this mess!"

Between moans of pain, I crawled over to her recliner and sat in a fetal position holding my balls. The pain diminished as my humiliation grew. Pam gathered the remaining food then applied a damp cloth to the hardwood floor. Soon, there was no sign of her victory over my sexual advance.

"Do you want to talk about what happened or go home?" she asked in a flat voice.

"Talk", I said meekly. "Why did you kick me so hard?"

Pam put her index finger on her lips, tapped a few times while looking up to the ceiling, then replied, "Kissing me was a surprise and I wasn't ready for it. Frankly, I didn't trust either of us, so I said 'No'. Then you sat with your legs on either side of my lap and began squeezing my left boob hard. I pushed again, said 'No' and you wouldn't stop. So, a knee to your groin seemed the best way to get your attention. Understand?"

"No, I don't. That movie, along with our discussion about orgasms, I took as a sign you wanted sex. I thought women want men who take charge."

"William, there is a difference between being a 'take charge kind of guy' and being a jerk. When a woman says no, you should take her at her word. What you attempted to do was something out of countless movies and porn clips where the woman resists before finally succumbing to the man because he won't stop. Some women may enjoy that, but I am not one of them."

My crimson face told her I understood even if I wouldn't admit it.

"How is your groin?"

"The pain is going away. Want to kiss it and make it feel all better?"

Pam laughed so hard I thought she would pass out. I suppose my mischievous grin also helped lighten the mood. I began laughing. Finally, I sat upright in the recliner, took my hand away from my manliness, and declared I should probably go.

"Before you go", said Pam, "I want you to know something else from my past. Back in college, a few months before I began working for your father, I was on a date and the guy tried to kiss me. I told him no, but it did no good. He kept pressing and pressing for a kiss. He finally pinned me down....... tore off my skirt and panties.........."

"You don't need to go any further. I get the picture."

A relieved Pam dried her eyes and took a few deep breaths. Then she said, "Later, I took some self-defense classes and learned how vulnerable men are between their legs, along with other tips and tricks. When you were on my lap, it brought back the memory of the rape, so I acted on instinct. Please know I do not hate you, William. I still want us to see each other. I do care for you very much. But I need you to respect my boundaries."

"Your statement about movies and porn clips is very accurate. And embarrassing. I will work on treating you with more respect. I would like to see you again. May I kiss your cheek?"

I stood while Pam walked toward me with open arms. Her hug felt so loving and reassuring. She whispered, "You may kiss me once on the lips if you like."

Our lips connected for a long minute. My tongue pushed gently but no opening was granted. We gasped a little when we detached. I put on my coat and walked out the door. She stood at the doorway waving goodbye as I drove back to the motel.

Despite my New Year's Eve blunder, we saw each other about three times a week. The more we shared our past and discussed our future, the more I knew she was my true love. We never went past kissing, which proved more and more difficult. But, like a two-person support group, we persevered.

Pam's online tutoring began and she was an immediate hit. Kids from all over the world were flocking to her website as word spread about "Tutor Pam".

MAY

Spring was in the air and our six-month anniversary was this coming Friday. On our Tuesday date at Keegans, I asked Pam if there was any special place she wanted to go for our upcoming anniversary.

"William, I hope I am not being too bold. For completing these six months of celibacy and sharing, I want to invite you to my place for the weekend. Bring some clothing and your toothbrush. I'll provide the rest."

"Wow, Pam! You have a deal. Should I bring any condoms?"

"Nope. I've been on the pill for some time, so we are good."

After dinner, we drove to her townhouse. Pam made some coffee while I sat on the couch thinking about the coming weekend. After handing me the steaming cup, Pam moved to her trusty recliner.

"You look concerned. What is bothering you?" she asked.

"After my last attempt to take the initiative went so badly, I would like to ask a few embarrassing questions."

"Such as?"

"I know that foreplay is important for sex to be enjoyable. What is the best foreplay for you?"

"What makes you embarrassed to ask such a question?"

"I don't know exactly. Maybe it's because I should instinctively know what feels good for you and what doesn't turn you on."

Pam composed her thoughts then said, "This is certainly a change from our New Year's Eve date. And that makes me very happy. For me, as for most women outside a porn movie, slow and gentle is the key. The man and I are kissing, then moving on to French kissing. Then, he gently caresses my entire breast followed by unbuttoning my blouse. Softly, his fingers touch all of my bra. He finishes with caressing the nipple. He helps me take off my blouse and bra. He kisses all of the breast ending with the nipple. After that, while one hand is continuing to stimulate my breast, the other hand is carefully enjoying my womanhood. Rubbing the vagina and g-spot; using the fluids to rub the clitoris; then his tongue on my clit while his fingers continue going in and out of my vagina. After I cannot stand any more oral climaxes, his penis enters me for one or more additional orgasms."

Never have I been on the verge of a climax like this. I was afraid to move for fear of semen gushing all over my boxers. Pam noticed the erection and grinned.

"Did you like the description?"

"Oh God, yes!" was all I could reply.

"Do you need the bathroom to relieve the pent-up sexual energy?"

"No. I think I am OK", as I concentrated on a vase of silk flowers across the room. The erection went down a few moments later.

"What is the ideal foreplay for you?" she asked.

After a deep breath I replied, "The woman and I are clothed. We are kissing, then French kissing. Her fingers caress my penis just going up and down with occasional squeezing and pressing. While I gently play with her breasts, she unzips my slacks and pulls them down to my knees. Then she carefully pulls down my underwear. We lay in bed. My dick is in her mouth. Her head goes up and down while her tongue swirls all over it. I hold back but the excitement is too much. My sperm fills her mouth, and she swallows all of it."

Pam blinked twice then asked, "Why do men think a woman wants a penis in her mouth?"

"I don't know. I just assumed women want this."

Pam's eyebrows furrowed.

"What would you think of manually stimulating you to a climax?"

Her slightly red face told me she was uncomfortable with this topic.

"I am fine with it, Pam. Honestly."

We switched to other topics after a long silence, such as what to serve over the weekend versus getting takeout. We took our mutual yawning as a sign it was time to wrap up the evening. We stood and I walked over. We kissed and then I left for the door. As our ritual played out, Pam stood at the door waving goodbye.

Wednesday and Thursday seemed like sixty-hour days. Friday was only 35 hours. When Pam answered the door, I handed her a bouquet of red roses.

"Oh, how sweet! Thank you, William."

She filled a white vase with water and rearranged them until the display looked like an FTD ad. Pam urged me to sit down while she gathered up dinner. The meal was broiled salmon with vegetable medley and wine. Afterward, I helped Pam with the dishes. Then we took our drinks to the living room and sat in our regular seats.

After an uncomfortable silence, Pam said, "A toast to completing our six-month dating goal."

We held our drinks up and then took a quick drink followed by more silence. I mustered the courage to ask Pam to sit next to me. She did and I put an arm around her shoulder.

"May I kiss you, Pam?"

"You may."

This kiss was charged with electricity. It quickly moved to French kissing. We moaned our approval. When we finished, I asked if I might touch her breasts. She guided my hand to her left breast. Even with her red blouse and bra, it was very soft. Remembering her earlier statement, I gently massaged the entire breast, saving the protruding nipple for last. Pam moaned in the most seductive voice. She pushed against my chest and stood up.

Taking my hand, she quietly said, "I am ready to share my bed with you, William. I think we have waited long enough."

I stood and kissed her luscious lips again as she led me by the hand. She began shedding her clothes. I followed rapidly dropping shoes, socks, slacks, shirt, and t-shirt. As my boxers landed on the floor, she was undoing the last button of her blouse. One piece of clothing was left on her gorgeous body. She unclasped the red bra.

"I hope you are ready for this. You are only the second man to see me after the surgery."

The bra fell. The left breast was perfectly normal. I saw a scar shaped like a grotesque smile where her right breast should be. Pam looked up. Her face went from pale and nervous to hurt and flushed. I didn't know what to say or do. Then tears started.

"Why are you just standing there staring? Am I that repulsive with only one breast?"

She put one arm over her chest, ran to the bathroom, slammed the door, then locked it. Her crying felt like a knife in my chest.

I followed and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Pam! I didn't know about any surgery. I am sorry for standing there frozen. I was simply surprised. Not repulsed."

She was quiet for a few moments.

"Your father never told you?"

"No."

The lock clicked. The door opened. She held a long white towel over her chest.

"Can we talk about this?" I asked.

Pam walked over to the bed and sat looking at her knees. I sat a respectable distance from her and fired off a quick question to Mom asking what to say or do next.

"So, what do you want to say to this hideously disfigured woman?"

I replied, "Nothing. I want to talk with the beautiful woman I love."

Her head shot up.

"Did you just say you love me?"

"Yes, I did. I really do love you."

She looked visibly relieved then whispered, "And I love you, William."

I asked her, "When did this happen?"

Pam looked away then took a deep breath saying, "You remember a few summers ago when you were in Texas visiting folks from your mom's side of the family? You were thirteen and so excited to be flying by yourself."

I nodded and smiled thinking of the many pleasant memories of that trip with my aunt, uncle, and cousins.

"A month before you left, I was doing my monthly self-exam and found a lump. Because my mom had breast cancer, I immediately made an appointment. A few days later, the doctor confirmed the lump was suspicious. Her recommendation was to remove it as soon as possible. The only good news was being told I didn't have the breast cancer gene. So, arrangements were made to have the surgery done after the Texas trip during your time at summer camp.

I thought it was going to be a lumpectomy but in that short time between diagnosis and surgery, the lump had grown. The surgeon opted for a total mastectomy when she got inside. While recovering at home, our neighbor, Mary Cook, checked on me daily. She wisely asked to take you on their family holiday to Maine so I would have more recovery time. Her son, Joel, was excited to have a buddy for the trip. That is why I dashed off the email to you explaining the change in plans with the Cooks picking you up from camp and not returning until the day before school began."

"And Mary never mentioned my surgery?" she asked.

"Nope."

Pam was lost in thought mulling over this possibility.

"Regardless", she continued, "while you were at camp for those few weeks, the recovery continued including follow ups. Then all I had to deal with were medicines, showering more carefully for a while, exercises, and following a schedule for lifting and driving. By the time you returned from Maine, I was on the way to a full recovery. It's been 5 years since the surgery and no sign of any cancer has appeared. I apologize for not telling you. When you came home so happy from this busy summer and hugged me so tight, I just couldn't bring myself to ruin the mood. A few weeks later, I mentioned to your dad about not telling you and he said he would take care of it. So, he never told you?"

"Nope."

"So, am I forgiven for staring at your mastectomy scar?" I timidly asked.

Pam's sunny smile appeared along with, "Yes, William. You are forgiven. And do you forgive me for never telling you about the surgery and flying off the handle just now?"

"Nothing to forgive", I replied with certainty.

"You probably have some questions. Would you like to talk about the surgery?"

I scooted over and kissed her. A long lingering kiss of care and passion. Then I added, "Only if you are. If you need more time to collect your thoughts, we can get dressed and circle back later."

Pam looked like she would cry.

"That is so mature and thoughtful, William. But I am ready to drop this towel now. What do you think about using these opening questions to explore our bodies together?"

"That is a wonderful idea."

Pam let the towel fall to her lap. She acted self-conscious at first as she looked down at her chest, then changed her position facing me. We readjusted and sat cross-legged facing each other. The towel covered her genitals while my hands covered mine. Pam set her hands down behind her and leaned back a little.

"What questions do you have?" she asked.

"Is there any feeling along the scar?"

"No." She was silent then asked, "Would you like to touch it?"

I gently ran my hand along the incision. The skin immediately on either side of the scar was also numb.

"How come you didn't get a fake boob?"

"I looked into reconstructive surgery and decided against it. As you so succinctly put it, all I would have was a fake boob. No feeling, no sensation, and a longer recovery time. For me, it just wasn't worth it."

I looked at the left breast.

"What are the do's and don'ts for your left breast?"

With a slight blush, Pam took my hand and placed it at the top of her chest near the shoulder.

"Like we discussed, I like it slow and gentle. I love it when the entire breast is touched, rubbed, or massaged. Save the nipple for last. Sucking on the nipple is VERY arousing and sometimes I orgasm just from the sucking stimulation. But I must warn you, William, no man has touched me since a week before I found the lump. So, I might climax fast."

"You and Dad haven't had sex since the mastectomy?"

She looked down.

"I think that is when he began searching for a new wife. An 18-year-old intern from a nearby high school appeared while I was recovering. She was working for a grade in her vocational class. She planned on getting a degree in Business Administration. While at junior college, she worked part time in the office, then became his Administrative Assistant. I tried talking with him about the surgery and how I was still a sexual being. He just brushed me aside saying sex would never be the same. This was quite a blow. I tried for a few months but got nowhere so I gave up.

One good thing from his confession was collecting a nice set of sex toys. They helped with the physical aspect of climaxing, but nothing can replace holding and being held by someone."

I asked her if she would like a hug. To my surprise, she declined saying there was time for that later.

"Touch me, please, William."

I followed her instructions. My gentle touching and rubbing of her breast made Pam sigh and moan. Her eyes closed as my hand got closer to her now erect teat.

"William", she said in a husky voice, "wet your fingers then put them on my nipple, close gently, and twist. One advantage to having small breasts is the nerves are more tightly packed so nipple play can be more intense."

I was rewarded with Pam taking gasps of air along with sounds of ecstasy.

Her head rolled back and forth as she implored, "Now suck that nipple, William. Suck it for all it's worth. Swirl your tongue around it."