Incest/Taboo I Craved My Stepmother

After 5 years in the Marines, serving much of the time in the Middle East, I decided it was time to leave the war torn area and have a life back in America. I was happy to return to the civilized world, where there are no destroyed buildings, rampant famine, and nonstop fighting.

I arrived home in Atlanta, GA, late afternoon. I was dirty, hungry, and tired. Elena, my father's wife, opened the door for me with a warm smile, "Honey, we missed you so much. Last time I saw you, you were much skinnier. Now your broad shoulders can barely fit through the door."

I kissed her forehead, left my stuff on the floor, grabbed clean underwear, and went to the bathroom to take a long, badly needed shower. As I undressed, Elena called through the closed door, "Joe, you must be famished. What can I make for you?"

"Any sandwich with a couple of eggs be fine."

"Eggs for dinner? Are you sure you don't want meat? I can make you a steak. It won't take too much time."

"Elena, whatever you say. Shower and a good rest are more important."

I showered thoroughly and then lay in the tub for another 20 minutes, enjoying the relaxing hot water. I almost fell asleep when I heard Elena's voice, "Honey, are you OK? Your dinner is ready."

"I'll be right there." I dried up, wore shorts with a tight tee shirt, and exited the foggy bathroom.

Elena's eyes inspected me up and down, and she mumbled, "Honey, you left us as a growing child and returned as a huge, handsome hunk." I grinned.

My mother died of breast cancer when I was 12 years old. Dad and I were devastated. I lost my concentration, and my scores at school declined dramatically. It took me almost a year to get over it and become a better student.

Dad remarried 2 years later with his secretary, Elena. Back then she was a young woman, 27 years old. I remember wondering why she married a 23 year her senior, but I assumed she knew him well as a good boss with pleasant personality and decided they were a good match.

Elena's appearance was the opposite of Mom's: My mother was taller, with an athletic body, long black hair, and dark eyes. Unlike her, Elena's hair was brown and wavy, her eyes hazel, and her body more voluptuous. I didn't understand how Dad could love 2 such different women.

Elena was always nice to me. From day 1 she helped me any way she could. One story that always popped into my mind happened when I was 15. One day I came home from school upset at the teacher for humiliating me in front of my classmates for not doing my homework. I was angry and broke the most expensive vase in the house. Elena hugged me, gave me a large piece of chocolate cake with ice cream, and when my father arrived home, she cried and apologized saying SHE broke the vase.

When I was a senior in high school, I celebrated my 18th birthday with several of my friends. We weren't supposed to drink alcohol, but we did anyway. At one point Larry announced loudly, "Damn Joe, your step-mother is a real hottie!". Two of my friends agreed while the others stared at me to see my reaction. I wasn't sure what to say and just laughed out loud. I forgot about it shortly after, but the same night, I had a weird dream. As I was taking a shower, Elena barged into the bathroom, ignored me, and peed. When she was done, she noticed me standing naked under the pouring water and smiled, 'Honey, since I am already here, I can do your back.' I was paralyzed and didn't say anything. She undressed, moved behind me, soaped my backside, and turned me around to do my front. Her hands moved slowly down from my chest to my tummy and my junk. My dick was rock-hard, and she rubbed it, saying it was beautiful. I woke up and jacked off...

Since that time, I began paying more attention to Elena. I realized Larry was right. Elena was in her 30s, but her face was still pretty and wrinkle-free. In the rare times she wasn't wearing a robe, her figure looked impressive with wide hips, narrow waist, and a massive rack. One weekend, she was away doing shopping, and I went through her drawers. Her bras were mostly the soft type, with the label showing D or DD cups. Some of her panties were hi-cut, but the majority were low-cut, sheer ones. They had a floral smell. I was hooked, and later on, my wet dreams had one motive: Elena and me in different scenarios.

After high school, I registered at the local college and lived at home. However I was bored and frankly tired of so many years of studying that I was looking for something else. I heard about the option of joining the Marines from my uncle, who served in Vietnam. I thought about it for about a week and decided to join. Dad was unhappy, and Elena attempted to change my mind, but I was determined. In retrospect, the 3 reasons I did it were to serve our country, being fed up with school, and... get away from Elena, who became my obsession.

I joined the Marines 5 years ago, at age 22, hoping to make a difference. Back then I was naive and thought America was fighting a just war against extremists in Iraq and Afghanistan. I had no political agenda. I only wished to help our country win, establish reasonable democracies in these countries and come back to live normally the rest of my life. However, after serving my years, initially as a soldier and later as a specialist in cyber security, my mind changed. America's intention might have been noble, but the countries in the Middle East were not ready for democracy. The corruption was rampant, and only the strong people survived. Life was much less appreciated than in the western world, and we saw robbery and killings all the time, even during times of relative peace. So, after 5 years, I chose to leave the area and come back to normal.

During my years in service, I visited home only 2 times, last one was 3 years ago. All my short vacations I spent with team friends in other countries: Japan, India, and a couple of European countries.

When I was away, I continued having Elena on my mind, especially during sleepless nights. While other soldiers fantasized about famous actresses or pornstars, I craved burying my head between my stepmother's huge tits and having my cock sucked by her plump lips.

On my way home, I knew my fantasies would never be accomplished. After all, Elena was my father's wife. The trouble was that other women did not appeal to me...

I ate my tasty meal, and my eyes concentrated on Elena. She wore a long pink robe that hid her assets, but her pretty face, full lips, and sultry smile were enough to remind me why she starred in my dreams.

She noticed me inspecting her face and asked with a smile, "You are staring at me. Do I look much older since you left?"

"Quite the opposite; like Michelle Pfeiffer and Diane Lane, you are prettier now than before, when you were younger."

She blushed, "Honey, after being in the roughest areas of the world, I expected you to lose your manners. I see you've become a gentleman. Where have you learned to compliment like that?"

I laughed, "Elena, nobody in the Marines teaches manners. What I said, I really meant it. You are a beautiful woman and I hope Dad appreciates what he's got."

She had tears in her eyes and turned her back to me. I asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

She hesitated, and I could hardly hear her, "No honey, it's not you. It's me."

I felt terrible; I was at home less than an hour and had already managed to make the woman I loved cry.

I returned to my room and stayed there until Dad arrived. He was happy to see me, and said, "Joe, you left a child and came back a man. I am proud of you." I sat with him at the table when he ate his dinner. He looked tired and older compared to 3 years ago. His bald spot was bigger, and he developed a belly. I tried to be nice and commented, "Dad, you look good. You haven't changed much."

He chuckled, "When was the last time you had your eyes checked? I lost hair and gained weight." He turned to Elena and continued, "But my wife is as gorgeous as ever. Don't you think?"

"Dad, she is perfect. I always thought so and now I am sure."

Elena's face turned ruby-red, "Guys, enough about me. Joe, you were away for 3 years since last time we saw you. Tell us some of your adventures in the desert."

"The place I was based in, was boring most of the time: Relative quiet as we monitored the population for hostile activities. There were few skirmishes and confrontations with extremists, guerilla groups, and ISIS, but most of the battles you heard about happened in other areas. In my last year I joined a small unit that dealt with cyber security. Guys, I just arrived home. My plan is to rest for 2 weeks and then try to look for cyber security work in the private sector. I never studied the subject in college, but I went to 2 courses in the army, and I am sure my experience can be valuable to certain companies."

My father grinned, "I wasn't happy when you decided to join the Marines rather than finish college, but right now I agree and support your plan. On another subject: The game between the Hawks and the Knicks is about to start. Interested?"

"I haven't watched basketball in a long time. I'll sit down, but I am tired and will likely leave before the end to go to sleep."

The Knicks led by 5 when I went to bed. I slept like a baby.

I woke up at 9:30 hearing birds chirping and needing to pee. As I exited my room, my woodie pushed my boxers forward. On my way to the bathroom, I saw Elena staring at me wide-eyed. I smiled at her and rushed to the bathroom. I finished my business there and freshened up before joining her in the kitchen.

I said, "It smells great. Is the coffee fresh?"

"I put a new pot when you came out. How do you like your eggs?"

"I don't care. Any style goes."

While Elena prepared my breakfast, I inspected her backside. She wore another robe, that again hid her figure. By now I knew her body was nice enough with no need to constantly hide in a robe and thought how I would convince her about dressing differently.

I ate my delicious meal which included scrambled eggs, lox on top of a toasted bagel, orange juice, and coffee. It was heaven; after eating lousy standard food thousands of miles away, homemade fresh meal was a fantastic change. While I was devouring everything before me, Elena sat smiling happily.

When I was done, she took the dirty plate and utensils and began washing them in the sink. I came behind her, hugged her tummy and joked, "Lady, you are a treasure. Please divorce Dad and marry me."

She laughed as her hands worked the dishes and blurted, "This is the first proposal I got in a million years."

"I am sure more offers will come your way if you change your robe into normal clothes."

"Honey, at home this robe is easier to wear and more comfortable than dressing up nicely. When I get out, which is quite rare these days, I try harder."

"Why aren't you and Dad going out more often? It's not good to be at home all the time."

"I go to exercise 3 times a week in the health club. Other than that, except for the occasional times I meet Nora and Janet for coffee, I stay at home. Your father is very busy at work, and when he returns, he is usually too tired to go out."

"That is unacceptable. A young, pretty woman should not be confined to her house. I want to take you out. Where would you like to go?"

Elena grinned, "Joe honey, you just came back. Relax, go see your friends, enjoy your free time. Why waste your precious time with an aging woman?"

"Are you kidding me? You are still young, and I love you. I don't want to visit old friends yet. I wish to be seen with a pretty lady by my side."

I saw tears in her eyes, "You are a good boy, and I love you too, but please, reconsider. We'll have enough time to go out later. Take your time and rest for a while."

I raised my fists and stared at her menacingly, "Elena, I was highly ranked in the Marines, and people obeyed my orders. I expect you to do the same or I'll have to show you who's stronger."

She giggled, "You are so funny pretending to be tough... OK, where do you want to go?"

"It's up to you. The day looks beautiful, and it is already 70 degrees outside. We can stroll by the lake or pick flowers in the park."

"Give me half an hour to finish here and prepare myself."

Elena came out of her room wearing a summery blouse, long pants, and sneakers. She put on a touch of makeup and light red lipstick. It wasn't an extravagant evening attire, but it was clear her figure was terrific. I whistled appreciatively. Her cheeks turned red, and she mumbled, "Don't exaggerate. I look OK. Let's go."

"Elena, as a man, it is difficult for me to ignore feminine beauty when I see it."

Elena smiled, "Good. It means that from now on, you'll spend time looking for a mate."

I gazed at her face, "Mom, why is it you cannot accept a compliment?"

"Honey, I am not used to getting one. And I am hardly a Playboy centerfold."

"You just convinced me that I was right; you need to get out of the house more often."

We strolled toward the lake and then along the shore. Several other people walked by, and I noticed 3 men ogled her curvy chest. I felt good.

Elena's eyes explored the tall trees, the nice beach, and the deep blue sea. She murmured, "It is so beautiful here. I missed it..."

"As I said; we'll get out whenever weather permits."

Elena placed her hand in mine, glanced at my face and said, "Joe, you've just arrived, and you seem to be anxious to be good to me. You don't have to try hard. I know you are a wonderful man. I wish you go out, find a nice girlfriend, and enjoy YOUR life."

I faked whining, "I am home less than 24 hours, and the love of my life already rejects me. I think I am going to cry."

Elena didn't bother answering, but she placed my hand around her shoulder, and we continued strolling. With her so close to me, I could smell her faint perfume. I liked it. A lot! We continued walking, hardly saying a word. Now and then I stole glimpses of her cute face. On occasion, her eyes closed for a couple of seconds as she sniffed the fresh air. A constant smile decorated her face. She looked happy.

Later, we grabbed soup and sandwich at Panera. Elena admitted the last time she was inside Panera was 5 years earlier, before I joined the Marines. When we returned home, she sighed, "Thank you for the perfect day, honey. I love you." I stared at her for a long time. Her eyes inspected mine, and she blushed. Then she disappeared into her bedroom and closed the door.

I watched a baseball game on TV. I didn't know if it was live or not and didn't care. It felt good to sit and enjoy free time without the need to think about work.

An hour later, Elena came out of her room in her robe. She giggled, "I'll go start making dinner." I continued watching the game for 15 minutes before the sweet smell of cooked meat hit my nostrils.

I came behind her, hugged her waist and sniffed the air. The smell of the chicken was mixed with Elena's, "Mom, the smell is amazing. The mixture of meat and YOUR smell goes very well together. It makes me very hungry."

She joked, "I hope you mean you are hungry for the meal."

I whispered, "I'll have to plead the fifth on that one..." From behind I caressed her tummy lightly.

Elena giggled, "Honey, if you distract me from working here, your dinner may never be done."

"I am willing to take the risk." I felt her body tense, but she didn't talk.

I went back to watch TV. Elena continued working on dinner, and from the corner of my eye, I saw her looking in my direction every few minutes.

My father arrived at 7 pm. I asked, "Dad, it's very late. Do you really have to work so many hours day in and day out?"

"We are expanding and have to spend many hours to ensure everything is tip top, otherwise the investors won't give us the money." I saw Elena grimace.

I continued, "But you have a wife who deserves some of your time too."

"I know, and I am sorry. I told Elena that she could go out with her friends whenever she wished."

"She married YOU, not them. One has nothing to do with the other."

He glanced at me strangely and blurted, "Son, I get what you are saying. However, this is only your first day out of the army. It will take you some time to realize life does not always give you everything you hope for."

I glanced at Elena. She remained quiet, but her face disclosed displeasure. I decided to stop there. During the dinner, we barely spoke. As Dad was done, he thanked Elena, kissed her cheek and went to sleep. Ten minutes later, we could hear him snoring.

I went behind Elena, who was washing the dishes, and whispered, "I do not know what is going on, but I intend to spend time with you, and if needed, force you to go outside."

She leaned her head on my chest and mumbled, "I missed you so much. You are the only one around here who shows me my life is not done yet."

I massaged her shoulders gently. She moaned, "It feels awesome."

After she was done in the kitchen, we sat on the sofa to watch TV. Mom chose a silly sitcom that I wasn't familiar with. I sat with her hugging her shoulder. Initially, her head leaned on my upper arm, but as the show unfolded, she began laughing, and her body kept jerking back and forth. As a result, the front of her robe separated from her chest, and I could see the upper part of her creamy breasts. For the rest of the time, my eyes concentrated more on her cleavage than the screen. My pecker started jolting. Luckily, Elena never noticed it.

When we were ready to go to sleep, she said, "Honey, I liked the stroll and loved to feel safe in your strong arms. The massage was also something else. Thanks for the beautiful day."

"Elena dear, I plan for the 2 of us to spend more time together and have fun."

She stared into my eyes, grinned, and went to her bedroom.

The same night I dreamed again about being with Elena. We were walking in a cornfield, her hand in mine, and in the middle of the tall corn she looked at me and asked me to kiss her. I was happy to oblige, and then she said, "I love you and want to be your lover." At that moment, the silence was broken with the sound of a siren outside, and I woke up... I was upset, wishing I could sleep a little bit longer and see where the dream would take me. I was attracted to Elena and wanted her.

In the morning, I woke up, hearing her steps by my door. I said, "Elena, come on in."

She opened the door and said shyly, "Sorry if I woke you up. It's quite late, and I wanted to be sure you were OK."

I looked at my watch. It was almost noon! I smiled at her, "You are right. I guess I was more tired than I thought. I'll be out shortly." I wore a tee shirt and my shorts, went to the bathroom, shaved, showered, and came out feeling great.

Elena laughed, "Lazy boy, do you want breakfast or lunch?"

"I'll have whatever is easier to make, if you allow me to take you to the movies."

"Honey, yesterday you were good to me. You don't have to entertain me each and every day."

I gazed at her lovingly and blurted, "Elena, I hate to tell you, but I am not doing it for you. I wish to be seen with a gorgeous lady on my arm."

Her face flushed, and she mumbled, "You are lying, but you do it in a cute way."

"Take it or leave it!"

"Stop threatening me or I'll complain to my son."

"Can't hear you!"

"Honey, it will take me 15 minutes to prepare a full breakfast and 30 minutes for a steak lunch."

"Breakfast then."

She started making the eggs. I approached her backside and rubbed her shoulders.

Elena groaned, "Joe, I love your magic hands. Your massage feels fantastic."

"Mom, let's have a deal: You stop complaining that I force you to spend time with me out of the house, and I'll massage your body 3 times a week."

She turned to me, and her eyes explored mine, "So now in addition to taking me out on a regular basis, you offer to spend time giving me a full body massage?"

"In short: YES!"

"What is wrong with you? Why would a young, attractive guy waste his time with an elderly woman rather than looking for a more suitable spring chicken?"

"The answer is simple; I love you, and I have no interest in young girls."

"But honey, even if you have older ladies fetish, I am married to your father."

"Does it mean I cannot take you to the movies, the park, or to a restaurant?"

Elena gazed at me for a long time. I saw tears in her eyes. Again.

I hugged her. Her huge breasts pressed against my body. My dick woke up and began rising. As I was about to let go, her hands hugged my waist and her torso clutched to mine. Elena's tits poked me, and my cock hardened further. There was no way she wouldn't feel it...

She lifted her face to me, "Joe, I start understanding what you mean. It's an unusual compliment to Mom, but I get it. Do you prefer I'll stop hugging you from now on?"

I grinned, "Actually, I'd rather you do it more often."

She smiled, "You are so naughty..."

Well, she wasn't angry at me. It was a good sign. But I wanted more. Much more...

In the afternoon, we went to see a matinee movie. She chose Love Story which was showing in Landmark Theater. Elena said she watched it years ago and wished to see it again. I saw the 54 year old film long ago, but did not object. We had an hour before the movie started, and I reminded her that robes were not accepted in theaters.

She joked, "Honey, do you want me to dress up for the movie or for you?"

"Of course for me."

"OK. I'll be ready in half an hour."

Elena exited her room and smiled at me, "Are you happy now?"

I couldn't talk. My tongue got stuck in my mouth. This stunning lady wore a short light blue dress, and 3" heels matching shoes. The dress was glued to her curvy body and despite her efforts to cover her humongous rack, the upper parts of her mammaries were on full display. She added red lipstick and slight makeup and looked sexy as hell! I just ogled her with my mouth agape.

She smirked, "Honey, I did it for you, but if you think it's too much, I'll change."

My brain connected with my mouth and I blurted, "Don't you dare!"

She chuckled, "You men are all alike: Love to watch busty women."

I whispered, "Mom, I'd love to do more than watch..."

She gave me a short stare, and said, "Let's go."

The theater was almost empty, with barely 5 people spread around. We sat in the middle with nobody near us.

As the movie started, Elena leaned on my shoulder. My hand wrapped around her upper arm, and we focused on the screen. All was well until Ali MacGraw's cancer symptoms began. Elena's arms hugged me and she buried her face in my chest. As her breasts pushed against me, my rod started rising and stiffening. She had tears in her eyes while I got aroused...

I whispered, "Girl, take it easy, it's only a movie."

She cried, "But it's so sad."

I don't recall what made me do it, but I tenderly lifted her chin and kissed her gently on her soft lips. She seemed to start kissing me back, but then she disengaged and mumbled, "Please, we cannot do it."

I did not insist. She watched the movie till the end, and my eyes alternated between the screen and her glorious tits. She caught me once, but except for a short smile, she did not react.

When the movie finished, and we were on our way to the car, Elena said, "I loved this sad movie. They played very well. Thank you for bringing me here even though you were much less interested in the movie itself."

What could I say?! I whispered, "Elena dear, I love you and will do ANYTHING to make you happy."

She kissed my cheek, "I know honey. Now I get it."

Dad arrived when I was in the bathroom. Through the door I heard him and Elena talking, although I didn't hear the subject. When I came out, they stopped. Dad smiled at me, "I heard you took Mom to the movies. Thank you. I should have done it long ago."

"How was work today?"

"Busy as usual. If we are lucky, in 2 weeks the normal working hours will be back."

"Since I am not working yet, is it all right if I take Mom somewhere for a couple of days? She hardly moved out of the house for a long time."

"Son, your idea is commendable. Spending time with your step-mom will strengthen the bond between you two and will give her a break from crabby me."

Elena started saying, "Honey, you not crabby but too busy..."

He cut her off, "Joe is right. A 2-3 days vacation will do you good. See new places, visit attractions, and forget about cooking and laundry. What could be better?"

"Honey... are you sure? Let's talk about it later in our room."

The food was tasty, like always. Then, I kissed her cheek, winked at her, and murmured, "I'd love traveling with you to any destination you choose." She inspected my face, sighed, and moved to the sink.

I went back to my room and opened my laptop. I read the news, checked how the basketball and football teams were doing, and answered several e-mails from my prior teammates who were curious about how I was doing in the civilized world.

After about an hour, I went to pee. Mom and Dad were in their room. I heard their voices but could not decipher the words. I gave up, returned to my room, and watched a movie with Jason Statham before going to sleep.

I woke up at 9 am. For a change, Elena wore a short-sleeved blouse and a midi-style skirt. I ogled her and said, "Mom, you look amazing. That is the way I wish you dress every day."

She had a strange smile, "I'll try, honey. I heard your steps in your room and started preparing breakfast. Your coffee is ready."

"Did you think where would you like to go? I need to know a few days in advance to find flights and a decent lodging place."

"I have no problem letting you choose. My recommendation is a warm place with a nice beach or a place like Las Vegas. I've heard so much about the city, but never been there."

"There are direct flights to Vegas and plenty of hotels. I'll check the expected weather, and if everything looks good, we'll go in a week, OK?"

"That will be wonderful. I'll have time to ensure I have everything I need and make enough food for Dad when we are gone."

The flight to Las Vegas took about 4 hours. Mom watched through the window the first hour and then rested backward and slept the rest of the flight. I watched 2 movies.

A short time later, we registered at the Aria Hotel. Luxury was evident everywhere, and neither of us could take our eyes off the multiple lights and marvelous decorations.

We used the elevator to go to the 48 floor and entered our suite. It was magnificent! I've never seen such a luxurious room before. After the first impression, we started unpacking and noticed a problem. As promised, there were 2 queen beds all right, but they were in the same room, while the second room had a sofa.

"Elena, you can have this room. I'll be comfortable on the sofa."

"Don't be ridiculous. Each of us has his or her own bed. I do not see the reason you should sleep on a sofa."

It was late afternoon, and I was hungry, "Are you ready to have dinner at the hotel?"

"I am famished. I hope we don't need reservation."

I called the concierge and inquired about the need for reservations. The guy said, "It's not a weekend, and if you come within the next half an hour, you can find a table at each of the restaurants."

I turned to Mom, "What are you in the mood to eat? The hotel has many restaurants. Italian? Seafood? French? Mediterranean? Thai?"

She mumbled, "Italian be good."

Elena went to the bathroom and came out wearing a black mini dress with a generous cleavage and black high heel shoes. Her red hot lipstick, makeup, and mascara made her look as attractive as ever. She looked into my eyes, "Do you like?"

Not thinking, I mumbled, "Right now I could devour you." As I finished saying it, I regretted and apologized, "Sorry, Mom, I wasn't thinking..."

She grinned, "I know honey. I brought this attire especially so you can be proud of me."

I let her walk before me and ogled her tempting curves. As if she guessed my eyes were mesmerized by her body, her sashay became apparent. My unruly buddy started stiffening immediately, and by the time we reached the registration table, the tent in my pants was very obvious. Before the receptionist led us to our table, Elena glimpsed at my groin and smiled at me. I blushed and said nothing.

She ordered a salad and lobster ravioli. I took minestrone and veal marsala. We added a bottle of pinot noir. I poured the wine, and we raised our glasses: 'Cheers.' Both of us liked the food. The restaurant was highly rated and expensive, but well worth the money. Mom loved the wine as well, and by the end of the meal she emptied 2 full glasses. Toward the end of the dinner, Elena became very cheerful. She said she fantasized about Vegas multiple times, watching it on TV but never thought one day she'd be visiting the famous city. As we walked back to our suite, I hugged her shoulder and said, "Dear lady, I pledge to take you to other nice places as many times as you want. Just continue being the way you behave now and not the house-bound bored homemaker."

She murmured, "Honey, I promise to change for you. Just continue being nice to me."

"Mom, how can I not? I love you..."

She didn't answer. We entered the room. Before I turned on the lights, Elena mumbled, "Please, leave the lights off. The lights outside are so beautiful. I want to see them from the balcony."

She moved to the balcony, held the rail and sighed, "It's the most beautiful view I've ever seen. Thank you, love."

I moved behind her and lightly rubbed her shoulders. She moaned and placed her palms on mine. For a moment our hands moved in sync one on top of the other, and then she grabbed my palms and gently pulled them forward and down toward her cleavage. Her palms put mine on her covered tits, and she whispered, "This is what you wanted, am I right?"

I said, "Mom, you drank too much wine. I hate to think you might regret it in the morning."

She turned to me, "No honey. I am not drunk. I saw the way you looked at me since your arrival, and noticed each time we touched each other you got an erection. You weren't aware I became horny too. I resisted because I am married to your father. However, life does not always turn the way we want. Dad was diagnosed with heart disease 2.5 years ago and he takes multiple medications every day. His ability to perform in bed diminished shortly after the diagnosis, and to make matters worse, he could not use Viagra-like drugs because he takes nitroglycerin. So we haven't had sex for almost 2 years. Every now and then he tried to satisfy me with his tongue and fingers, but it's not the same, and he knew it. Three times he begged me to find a clean & safe lover, provided I'd keep it confidential. Until recently I resisted.

But seeing you changed my mind. The handsome man who returned from the wars abroad was no longer the confused, immature boy who left 5 years ago. Being sexless for a long time and observing your relentless attraction to my body, switched my brain 180 degrees. Remember the evening Dad and I had a confidential discussion in our bedroom? I told Dad how you felt about me and that I was ready for you. He was surprised it happened so quickly, but then he smiled and said, 'Joe is a good guy. You two can do well together. I hate to think eventually he'll break your heart, because one day he'll get married to a girl his age, but until then, you two enjoy life.' When you offered to go on a trip together, especially to Vegas, I knew it was our chance to be together. My question is, are you still interested, or you wish to rethink it over?"

I turned her around and kissed her luscious lips. Her hands wrapped around my neck, and she parted her lips for me. My tongue invaded her sweet mouth and found her trembling tongue. We kissed for a long moment before disconnecting. She turned again to watch The Strip and said, "Darling, will you unzip my dress please?"

With my prick at full mast in my pants, I slowly opened her zipper all the way to her buttocks. She pulled it down and let it fall on the floor. "Now unclasp my bra."

I opened it, and the strapless bra shot forward, landing by the rail.

Mom grabbed my hands and placed them on her heavy tits. They were soft and firm at the same time. They sagged somewhat but the hard nipples protruded straight forward. I closed the distance, and my raging cock nestled in her covered crack.

"Honey, let me take off the panties." Then her fingers lowered the panties and my covered organ lodged between her round cheeks. She pushed her ass toward me, and I gingerly moved my member up and down along her crack.

Elena was now completely naked, leaning on the rail in the dark balcony. There was nobody who could see us, but the mere thought of my beloved stepmother being in the nude before me was something that was beyond my wildest dreams. I was extremely aroused. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, I want to have you now."

"I know. Take off your clothes. I'd like to watch the awesome sight when you penetrate me the first time. I'll cherish it for the rest of my life."

I undressed in record time. I bent my knees behind her and inserted my pole at a snail's pace into her drenched pussy. As the spongy head passed through the opening, I felt how tight she was. She gasped and held her breath while I continued gradually conquering her moist cunt. She began breathing again when I was all the way inside. Elena murmured, "Honey, you are huge. I haven't had a dick in me for some time, and it may have shrunk, but your father's thing is definitely smaller than yours."

I didn't speak and waited patiently for her tight tunnel to adjust to my girth. Once I felt it was time, I started thrusting in and out.

I heard Elena groan softly as she countered my movements. My own arousal heightened fast. I accelerated my strokes, and she began shaking. I increased my pace further, and suddenly, her torso shuddered violently and she whimpered. She underwent a massive orgasm while standing on the balcony holding the rail for dear life. I continued impaling her pussy relentlessly, and my fingers tweaked her ample boobs. When I felt my climax was seconds away, I moved one hand down to her cunt, found her swollen clitty, and nudged it from side to side.

Mom's whimpers changed to a loud cry. I inserted my thumb into her mouth to muffle her noise and erupted deep in her womb with a wild growl. My cock flooded her pussy with billions of sperm as her still orgasming vagina milked me. When the prolonged stream stopped, my member refused to shrivel, so I continued plowing powerfully into her used pussy. I could not describe how good it felt: It was something I never felt before. It was like the life was sucked out of my body in a tantalizing infinite pleasure...

Eventually, I slowed down. I kept my rigid cock in her vagina, letting her get down from her high. When her shivering died down, I lifted her in my arms, carried her to bed and gently lay her on her back. The room was too dark to see details. I kissed her lips and whispered, "Mom, I love you more than ever."

She murmured, "You welcome son. I loved every moment with you."

In the next moment, her body relaxed and her breathing suggested she fell asleep. I covered her with a blanket, brushed my teeth, and entered the same bed. My brain was on steroids: Not only I was traveling with my step-mother, but she was no longer shy and reserved. She let me have her on the balcony of a Las Vegas hotel!

I fell asleep with a smile, remembering our plans for tomorrow.​