Kinky Confessions

“Christy gets her insight from you,” I said after a moment, “doesn’t she.”

“How do you mean?”

“She sees and understands a lot more than she lets on. That’s what you do.”

Anne thought for a moment before she said, “I’m surprised you noticed.

It took Harold years.”

“He’s more traditional than I am. Besides, he didn’t have my advantages.”

“No, I suppose he didn’t.”

I surprised us both and said, “I’m going to marry her, you know.”

“Shouldn’t you ask her first?”

“I will. When I’m ready. But I wanted you to know.”

“Why me? Why not her father?”

I chuckled. “He doesn’t need to know. Not about this.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“You know.”

She searched for an appropriate reply. In the end, she decided on the truth. “I suppose you’re right.”

“And I think you approve.”

She stopped what she was doing and turned to face me. She looked at me for a long time without speaking.

“I love her,” I said at last. “And she loves me.” I left the rest unspoken, but she knew exactly what I meant. We gazed at each other in silence for a long time, and I eventually realized that she had more patience than I did, probably by an order of magnitude. I conceded and said, “I bet you never thought you’d have this conversation.”

“No,” she said primly, but with good grace.

“If it makes you feel any better, neither did I.”

“I know, dear. Just… be good to her.”

“I will.”

I returned from my run and felt almost normal. My headache was mostly gone and my appetite had returned. Even better, Anne had left me a couple of pieces of toast and a glass of orange juice, along with a note. I made the mistake of taking a drink as I picked up the note, which read, You’ll need your strength.

I spewed orange juice through my nose.

“Holy crap,” I gasped when I finally stopped coughing, “she’s trying to kill me.”

I blew my nose into a paper towel, and the sting of the juice was enough to make my eyes water. I gave up on breakfast at that point and cleaned up the mess instead. Then I spent several minutes pondering what I wanted to do. I reminded myself that Anne wanted me to sleep with her daughter,

although perhaps “wanted” wasn’t the right word. She was simply a realist.

Still, she’d given us her tacit approval.

I half-expected to find my bed empty, but Christy was right where I’d left her. She stirred and made an effort to wake up as I pulled off my clothes. I slid into bed behind her. She arched her back and stretched with her usual squeak.

“Your mom left while I was gone,” I said quietly. “We have the house to ourselves.”

“Mmm.”

“Are you in the mood to fool around?”

“I was in the mood last night,” she mumbled.

“Fair enough. I’m sorry I surprised you like that.”

“I’ll be okay. Besides, I’m here, aren’t I?”

“So you’re feeling better about… um… ‘things’?”

“For the record,” she said as she rolled toward me, “the word ‘things’ is a major understatement. But yes, I’m feeling much better about… ‘things.’”

She reached for my flaccid manhood and caressed it to life. “Starting with this ‘thing.’”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t be.”

“Then why’d you come back to bed? And without your clothes?”

“I was hoping… Well, you know what I was hoping.”

She snorted a soft laugh but continued fondling me. “Hoping to get lucky.”

“I don’t think you understand just how scared I was,” I said after a moment. “I—”

“I told you, I worked too hard to give it all up now. You’re mine, and I’m not going to let a little ‘thing’ like your mother come between us.”

My eyebrows flew up all by themselves.

“Mmm hmm. Besides, I told you, it’s kind of exciting. I’ve read letters about ‘stepmothers’ and ‘stepsons,’ and I know what they’re really about. So I’m not totally innocent. Oh, and speaking of which, you owe Brooke for introducing me to those magazines.”

“You can say that again.”

“You owe Brooke—”

“Uh-uh. I owe you.”

“Mmm, I like hearing you say that. So, how do you plan to repay me?”

I grinned. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Probably, since we both have a one-track mind as far as your penis is concerned. I might surprise you, though.”

“Oh?”

She ignored the question and gently pushed me to my back. I guided her mouth to my cock, and she spent several agonizing minutes getting reacquainted without actually sucking. Then she captured the tip and swirled her tongue around it. I groaned deep in my throat and pushed her down. She obediently swallowed more and began bobbing, although she released me after only a minute or two.

I felt her move, so I opened my eyes. “What—?”

“Shh.” She straddled my hips. After a moment she slid forward and reached between us. Her hand found my erection and steadied it.

“Are you sure?”

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she set my cock at her opening and eased back. The head parted her labia and slid inside. Her pussy was hot, slippery, and very tight, and the walls caressed my shaft as she slid lower.

The sensation nearly overwhelmed me, and I had to close my eyes to fight off the urge to come.