Again lightly squeezing his hand, Lauren leaned over and lightly kissed Carl's forehead. Carl shuddered as her lips touched his skin.
'It's OK,' Lauren whispered. Her mind was racing. ' This is all wrong,' she thought. 'I shouldn't even be here, not to mention doing what I'm doing.' But she stayed.
Glancing into Carl's eyes Lauren could see a mixture of fear, excitement, and confusion. He was sweating profusely. Again she reassured him.
'It's OK, hon,' Lauren whispered as she moved her kiss to his lips.
Carl lay frozen in place. He had never felt so excited and turned on and couldn't believe what was taking place. He had kissed girls before but wondered why they had never felt this good. He squeezed Lauren's hand as a response to her reassurance.
'Hon, have I ever told you how much you remind me of your father?' Lauren whispered. 'I almost feel like I'm here with him now. We used to lay together for hours at a time and just hold each other. Would you mind if I just lay here with you for a while? It's been so long since I've held anyone in my arms.'
Carl looked at his stepmother's eyes and saw longing. Again he squeezed Lauren's hand and slid over to the opposite side of the bed.
Lauren hesitated a moment. Again she wondered, 'What am I doing here.' She considered the consequences of what she was doing but was beyond true logic. She stood up and undid the snap to her jeans, letting them fall to the floor. Then Lauren quickly lifted her t-shirt over her head and tossed it across the room.
Sliding under the sheets next to her stepson, Lauren lay her head on his chest. Carl was soaked in sweat and she could plainly see the bulge that was evident under the covers. Pushing the blankets down, Lauren let her finger slowly slide across one of Carl's nipples, bringing it to a point. Carl couldn't believe what it felt like.
Slowly, Lauren reached up and let her lips meet Carl's. Kissing him, she pressed her tongue through his lips and deeply probed his mouth. Carl let out a light moan.
Again reassuring him, Lauren whispered, 'It's OK. Its all OK.'
Carl wanted Lauren more than anything he had ever wanted in his life but still, this was his stepmother. In his mind, she was his mom. Still, she wasn't all that much older than he was and she was the one making the moves on him.
All thoughts were blanked out of his mind as he felt Lauren's head start to slowly slide down his chest. Her tongue replaced the finger at his nipple. He felt Lauren lightly tug at him with her teeth. He felt that he could come at any moment. Only a few moments progressed before he felt Lauren's hand slowly slide down his stomach and caress his cock.
Lauren slid her body down and gazed at his swollen member. He was almost the same size as his father and had the same aroma. This was the first touch of a man she had experienced in over two years and she was intent on drawing it out. Letting her lips slowly slide down the length of his cock, past memories came flooding back to her. The taste, the texture, the smell. They were all there as if her loving husband was back with her. Carl moaned as Lauren continued to suck on him, moving her tongue around the head and then taking all of him in.
Expertly, Lauren could sense when Carl was on the brink and would come up and away, squeezing the head of his cock to reduce the swell and to calm him down. She could feel preorgasmic contractions as she held him in her mouth.
Carl wanted to come, wanted a release. He had made love to a girl once before but it was over almost before it had begun. Nothing like this. This happened only in books and in Penthouse stories, not for real. He found himself stroking his mothers hair and lightly rubbing her back as she leaned over him.
Lauren lifted her head back to Carl's and again kissed him lightly on the forehead. She sat back on her knees and reached behind her, unhooking her brassiere. Her breasts spilled forward as she let its straps slide slowly down her arms.
Taking Carl's hand, she raised it to her right breast letting it rub against the nipple. Always sensitive to the touch, Lauren felt a shiver go through her body and let out a light moan. Carl sat up and took a nipple in his mouth, letting his hand glide over to Lauren's other breast. Lauren felt that she might come right then.
All anxiety seemed to disappear on both their parts. Lauren closed her eyes and through her head back as Carl let his hand slip down to her pantied crotch. Lightly rubbing his fingers between her legs, Carl found sopping wetness. For Lauren, the feel of fingers other than the ones she had known for the past two years was pure extasy.
Looking into Carl's eyes, Lauren slowly let her hands slip under the waistband of her only remaining garment. Raising up to let them slide down her legs, Lauren came back down straddling Carl. She took both of his hands in her own and raised up, feeling his cock standing at attention underneath her. With no effort at all, she came back down on it, allowing it to fill her completely.
Slowly, Lauren began to rock back and forth, letting Carl slide in and out of her. Every movement was extasy. Again, memories of Carl's father came pouring back to her. She felt the beginning tingling of orgasm. Under her, Carl amazingly held back as she continued to rock. Lauren could tell that time was running out though, as Carl's moans became more and more urgent.
Rolling over, Lauren took Carl with her. Laying under Carl, Lauren felt Carl penetrate her even deeper. As his cock made contact with her cervix, Lauren felt herself begin to come. As she began to buck under him, she felt Carl driving into her faster and faster. Feeling him starting to come, she herself came even harder. Reaching under him, she held his balls as he shot into her. Moaning loudly, Carl spasmed again and again into her, finally collapsing on top of her.
Laying there, Lauren began to realize what had just occurred and her mind raced with the consequences. While still burning from orgasm, she was quickly coming back to her senses.
'Oh my God,' she thought. 'I've really screwed up this time. What am I going to say or do now.'
Laying on top of his stepmother, Carl was almost beyond thought. His mind was almost a total blank, all thought driven out by the experience he just had. He wanted to tell Lauren that he loved her but felt too foolish to do so.
The two of them lay against each other for a time. Lauren could feel the beat of Carl's heart and the occasional twinge of remaining orgasm come inside of her. It had been two years since she had last made love and she had almost forgotten the feelings. As she held Carl in her arms, she felt somehow fearful and safe at the same time.
Carl was the first to really move. Slowly he pulled what was left of himself out of her and lay down gently beside her. The silence was nearly deafening.
'Carl.'
'Yes?'
'I really can't believe what we just did. I think we both know that it wasn't right.'
Carl lay there in silence.
'It's just that, well, it's been so long since your father died and, well, you've really gotten to be an attractive young man. I guess I mean to say that I'm sorry if I've scared you. I really shouldn't have come in here in the first place.'
Carl listened but somehow didn't hear.
'Mom, I mean Lauren,' Carl said, catching himself. He spoke slowly and deliberately. 'I love you. I love you more than anything on earth.'
With that, the two of them lay there in silence. Lauren lay her head on Carl's chest and listened to his heartbeat and his breathing as she slowly dozed off to sleep.
CHAPTER 3
Lauren slowly came to as the first hint of sunlight crept through the closed drapes. Initially, there was some confusion as she struggled to regain full consciousness. Then the memories of the previous night came back to her. She felt her arm laying over Carl's firm body as she pressed against his back. Still nude, the feeling of a warm body against her again cause arousal to stir within her. Lauren lay there quietly for a few minutes listening to Carl's deep, steady breathing.
