I couldn't answer. I don't know if it was because of the pleasure I was feeling or because of the shame.
"You look lonely. I think you need some company."
Before I even had a chance to think about what was going on or what I should have said to refute the offer C.J. was already in the bath with me. His naked body over mine and his face was hovering inches above mine. He had nestled himself between my already open legs and I could feel the tip of his cock gently brushing against my lips. "I don't know what you think you are doing. You are a little too old to be taking a bath with your mom." I whispered these words feeling his hot breath on my mouth.
"Well technically you are not my mom." He too was whispering. As he talked his lips brush mine with every word. "Now I am going to kiss you because I know how bad you want it mom."
"How would you know that?" I whispered back to him.
"Because I broke your firewall and read your computer journal. The things you said about me mom; you are a naughty little M.I.L.F."
I closed my eyes and felt his mouth close over mine. He kissed like his father. I couldn't help myself I kissed him back parting my lips letting his tongue slide into my mouth. He ran his hand down my neck; he had found my breast again and was playing with it like a child plays with clay. He rolled my nipples through his fingers. It was soft and first and then he pinched harder. My pussy began to twitch and so did his cock. I wanted him so very badly. I wanted my stepson to take his cock and thrust it deep into my wet waiting pussy. Slowly I moved my hips forward making his cock push hard against my soft pink opening.
"I want to fuck you too Mom. I want to make you moan like dad does. You know sometimes I stand outside your bedroom door at night listening to the sounds you make when you and Dad are fucking each other hard. I can hear the sound your bodies slapping together. I stroke my cock imagining that I was in there with you."
I was a bit taken back by this news but the idea of my stepson standing in the hallway outside the bedroom door pleasuring himself made me even more turned on. "Then do it son. Take that young beautiful hard cock of yours and make your mommy moan just like your daddy does. If you think that you can."
His look became intense and in one hard painful thrust he entered me. The pain was erotic and pleasurable. I gasped at the feel of him. He was not as thick as his father but he hit a spot in me that made me let out a deep throaty moan. As he pumped his cock in and out of me the water began to become turbulent in the tub. Faster and deeper he thrust; his head thrown back in delight the water spilling over the side of the tub.
"Fuck Mommy! Please baby fuck your Mommy hard. Pound my pussy baby, pound it hard!"
Grabbing onto his hair I pulled his mouth to my nipple and he flicked it with the tip of his tongue. He sucked on it as I bucked my hips against him following his rhythm. He bit down hard on it and I grabbed at his back raking my nails down it. The pain made him yelp like a wounded dog but the feeling must have thrown him over the sexual edge because I began to feel his cock contract. His face screwed up in a look of pain and pleasure. I could feel his orgasm approaching and that made my own climax occur. I took his ass in my hands and pulled him so close to me that his movement became restricted.
"Mommy is going to cum! Oh god C.J. I am going to cum!" At that moment I felt his hot creamy load shoot into my vaginal vault. I myself let go a flood of hot liquid all over his cock, the walls of my pussy where milking and squeezing every drop of cum out of my stepsons cock. We lay in silence for a minute with nothing but the sound of heavy breath being exchanged. I was shaken out of my ecstasy by the sound of my husband's voice coming down the hall. C.J. exited the tub and wrapped himself in a towel. I began to run more water into the tub.
"For Christ's sake C.J. lock the fucking door!"
"Hello? Andy where are you?" Chris's footsteps were becoming louder as he came closer to the door.
The bathroom door opened and there stood my Chris. I look at him in terror. He and his son face to face. I didn't speak. I couldn't speak. Here was his wife naked in the bath and his son was soaking wet; wearing nothing but a towel and a dumb smile. That was it my marriage was over. I lost my husband because I was lusting after a youthful version of him! I lost my husband because I just went over the line and fucked his son, my stepson.
"What is going on here?" Chris looked back and forth between the both of us.
Without even batting an eye C.J. replied to his father's question. "I was fucking mom in the bathtub; and you were right she is one excellent fuck!"
C.J. walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind him leaving me alone with Chris. My husband walked slowly towards the tub, the sound of his boots heavy on the tile. He looked at me in the bath. Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, then his pants. His grin became wide and wicked, "Now it's my turn."
