"Oh, Deborah, come now." step Mom's face was scarlet, though, so I knew there was a story there.

"Did Mercy kiss back, Prince? I mean French style?"

"No. That's when she slapped me."

"Oh, ho!" They laughed again.

"Show me how you did it honey. Maybe you did something wrong." Deborah put her arms back around me and puckered up.

"Deborah!" step Mom protested.

Her lips were on mine before step Mom could intervene. I slipped my tongue out to taste Auntie Deborah's sweet lips and felt her tongue respond. The lightning struck again and my cock tingled.

She backed away with a little surprise on her face. She paused a step Mummy rolling her eyes at my step Mom.

"No, ... no ... I'd say the boy has it pretty good! Did you step on her foot?" Again they laughed and hugged at my expense.

"Come on Esther, give me one of yours. Maybe I've forgotten!" She wrapped her arms around step Mom and insisted on a kiss. I saw the two smears of lipstick meet and then saw both of them adjust their heads for the right angle. I glimpsed two pink tongues touching and then handling each other for a long step Mummy. They were a little breathless as the moist looking lips parted.

"No, I think he does it right. I guess she is just a year away from it," my Aunt concluded.

"Your aunt is ... CRAZY!" step Mom laughed, and we followed step Mom into the kitchen where they had been playing a game of Hearts.

"Put some ice on it, Prince, or it might be a bruise that will be hard to explain tomorrow at school. And, by the way, look at the time. You won't want to get up in the morning."

I kissed them both goodnight without the tongue, and headed upstairs. Over my shoulder, I heard them continue reminiscing.

"We were so lucky to have each other, you know that?" I heard Deborah saying. "I mean really lucky."

"Yeah, everything was pretty scary when you are that age..." my step Mom replied.

I fell asleep trying to rub away the pain from Mercy's solid right hand.

"I don't know why I like that girl" I muttered. And then the vision of Mercy's pretty blue panties stretched neatly over her secret virginal little mound lulled me to sleep with a warm sense of well being in my mind. I remember thinking how soft it looked and wondering if I was ever, ever, going to be allowed to touch it.

It was 2AM when I woke. I went down the hall to the toilet and noticed that step Mom's room was vacant and so was the guest room. The lights seemed off downstairs so I was curious. I closed the door to the toilet quietly and relieved myself. I examined the red splotch on my cheek and decided more ice would be a good idea.

I heard voices from the basement game room. A chance to eavesdrop on the family reminiscences, I thought. Quietly, I crept down the stairs and lay on the floor overlooking the game room. I could just see the bright red couch where they sat drinking their wine.

"Don't be silly, Deborah. We can't do that!" my step Mom's voice trailed off, as if not completely convinced of what we had just said. I could read the tone in her voice and it showed uncertainty.

"I don't see ... exactly why not ... why would it be wrong? It's loving ... just like when you were 15 and I was 14."

"Prince is right upstairs..."

"He won't wake up. We're all the way downstairs..."

I couldn't figure out what they were talking about.

"I know you aren't letting any of your dates into your panties, sweetie. You need to have some outlet ... don't you think? Let me just ... show you?"

Auntie Deborah got up on her knees on the couch facing my step Mom and leaned over to kiss her lips. They exchanged a long kiss just as they had earlier. I watched as Deborah turned her body and sat down with her knees up against the back of the couch.

Her hands slipped down along step Mom's shoulders and then, shock of shocks, onto her breasts. The kiss continued and I watched as my step Mom's hands joined her sister's hands covering her breasts.



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They exchanged a long kiss just as they had earlier. I watched as Deborah turned her body and sat down with her knees up against the back of the couch. Her hands slipped down along step Mom's shoulders and then, shock of shocks, onto her breasts. The kiss continued and I watched as my step Mom's hands joined her sister's hands covering her breasts.

Diary: "I've always known there was a sensual element to being a step Mom. I well recall the sheer and utter pleasure I felt when Prince was nursing. It was nearly as good as a very good orgasm, and it lasted longer... It's true and no one can deny it, I'm sure. Then throughout the relationship between step Mom and son there are fleeting moments of delightful closeness that thrills both (I think) down to their toes. The child feels a need to deny it publicly as he goes into adolescence, but both parties know that it is still there and both secretly enjoy it while protecting the other's public denials.

I have known this pleasure of warm closeness so many times. A secret held close to the heart. And each memory of those isolated fleeting moments can be brought forward in the mind for a tremendous regenerative rush. It is so lovely.

Prince has taken an interest in his father's old hobby and is using the photographic darkroom under the stairs in the basement. In fact we had just such a warm step Mummy as I taught him what little I remember from my darkroom days. It is a sensual, not sexual thing. The closeness... I guess that's it. We are enjoying it together, I'm sure of it. I try to be careful not to encourage it excessively, but it is, in fact tempting. He has such pleasure when there is a chance to look down my blouse, for example. It is the rapture that makes me not object or pull back. I just enjoy him looking at my breasts and radiating pleasure and appreciation. My nipples get hard and I even lubricate a little. I think there is nothing wrong in our harmless pleasures. And Prince seems to be quite open in his friendships with girls, so maybe it is a good thing...

And, by the way, for the first time, my bedtime fantasy was not about my husband but rather... my son. Danger, Esther, danger!"

My mind drifted back as if it were yesterday.

I had cleaned up the old dark room and bought fresh chemicals. I had some old negatives of Dad's that were filed away neatly on a shelf in the enclosure. step Mom had asked what I was printing and I asked for her help getting familiar with the equipment. It was a pretty tiny space really, but all the equipment was close to hand and so it was pretty neat. With two of us in there, we were constantly bumping and sliding past each other.

She taught me some tricks about the enlargement. Some of it is tedious work and so there is a little tension already in the air. The red safe light put us in an eerie gloom.

"Oops, sorry. Little bit of a tight space in here," I said as I moved around her. My cock moved as I squeezed past and pressed it snugly against her soft round bottom. I paused just a step Mummy, savoring the sensation.

"We'll have to expand the darkroom one of these days." she said softly.

"No, I think it's OK like this."

"I guess it is kind of cozy." she giggled.

She stood behind me and guided my hands dodging over the image. Her breasts were soft against my back and my cock was feeling strangled where I had pushed it down my pants leg. I brazenly leaned back a little, enjoying more of the pleasure of her body against mine.

"Oh, dear, I'm feeling hot... erh, warm."

We parted and I didn't know what to say.

"Look, I'm sweating." She pulled the blouse away from her breasts and blew on the perspiration between opulent mounds. Her skin glowed under the red lights and the valley of her breasts was dark and secret. I nodded, my eyes never leaving the slopes of her lovely breasts.






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"Look, I'm sweating." She pulled the blouse away from her breasts and blew on the perspiration between opulent mounds. Her skin glowed under the red lights and the valley of her breasts was dark and secret. I nodded, my eyes never leaving the slopes of her lovely breasts.

There was some sort of magnetic forces between us. I could smell her perfume. Almost sense the warmth of her body. I could imagine the scent wafting up from between her breasts like a deep fragrant blossom. My view down her blouse front was of luscious soft melons and a hint of very feminine brassiere holding them up for my pleasure. It made words catch in my throat and my breath come rapidly in jagged breaths. I could feel my chest heaving with excitement. The air was heavy with our body warmth and some kind of wildly delicious sensuality that seemed to hang around us. I felt that all the air I was breathing had first been warmed between her breasts.

We changed places again and I felt her hand barely brush my bold cock. A shudder went through me.

Time in the darkroom, I concluded, was far better when she joined me for a session.

One day as I was cleaning up and putting things away, I found a treasure. At the back of the top shelf there was a box with the Kodak paper label. Curious, I pulled it down and turned off the white light in case it was light sensitive. Under the ruby light overhead, I found the box to be full of photographs. And not just any photographs. My heart raced to realize that my Dad had kept photos of step Mom here in this secret stash.


On top there was a large photo of her in a dressing gown I recognized, only I had never before seen it wide open. I could just see one nipple where the gown draped over it and the sheer beauty of the underside of her breast disappearing into the shadows. I was thunderstruck.

I locked the door. And then I began looking through a wonderland of photographs of my step Mom. There were photos of her in blue jeans painting a room with a big smile. Then one with her blouse open and a white bra plump with her breasts. And a little further on, with no blouse at all, just that pretty bra and a paint brush touching the trim. In yet another, she was removing her bra and teasing the camera.

With it. I recognized the style from old magazine ads as a Maidenform, one of those lacy jobs that boosted the breasts out in aggressive points Now there were a number with step Mom painting braless. Her breasts had a life of their own.

Firm, upright, the nipples crisp brown circles with nubile nipples sloping just slightly to each side and slightly downward in the natural delicious and tempting sway of perfect breasts. My erection was a sensation and I squeezed it as I continued through the tempting photos.

They were all happy pictures.

There were even photos of her when she was pregnant. In one of the pregnant ones she was wearing only panties, stretched out of shape by her big stomach. Her hands cradled her stomach and her smile was a little timid, but her eyes twinkled. Her nipples looked stretched out of shape too, as pregnant women do. Again I was drawn to her beautiful breasts, now laden with milk, I guessed. They looked heavy and full and delicious. I couldn't get enough of them. The areoles were now larger, but still brown and ripe looking. My mouth watered just staring at the distended nipples. They look like they yearned for me to suck on them.

She was kneeling on the bed, turned three quarters toward the camera. The white panties were tight for her big stomach but still looked neat and exciting.

I could see a triangle of hair secreted down under her tummy and between her legs. The faint trace of it through the panties excited me even more. I longed to touch it and feel the soft pillowing of curls I imagined were there.

My cock was once again hard as a rock looking at the photos in the dim light. She looked as good as any of the models I had stolen a glimpse of on news stands.

Diary: "Oh dear, I thought David had thrown our pictures away before he died. But Prince found some of them along with one of David's sex magazines. After Prince left for school this morning, I went in to straighten his room.

A disaster, as normal. I noticed something sticking out from the mattress and found a sex magazine. I know that is normal and to be expected. Looking through it, though, three photos fell out in my lap.

ME!

David left them around someplace and obviously Prince found them. There was also a pair of my panties. I felt a rush of emotions. One emotion was the thought of Prince masturbating while looking at pictures of me.

Sorry, I have to admit the thought excited me. I lay down for a few minutes on his pillow, smelling his scent and thinking about how to handle it. I don't want to make him feel guilty or repress his natural sexual development ... or his sexual pleasures.

But ... I think I have to find any other photos ... not appropriate for a son, I guess. But how to avoid him being embarrassed is a problem."

I thought back to that time.

For several days I quietly sneaked down to the darkroom to spend a few minutes going through the stash of photos. They were all black and white and each was a treasure for my voyeuristic adolescent crush on my step Mom. There were photos of her bare breasts swinging beneath her body as she leaned far over in an exercise position.

There were others in sex positions, some with my father, and so he must have had a self timer on the camera. Most were wonderful lingerie photos of step Mom in various states of UnCloth. I was in rapture, drinking in her sexy and sensual beauty.

One day, I had the afternoon off from school.

I brought the box of photos upstairs to step Mom's room and began matching the photos with the clothes to see which of them still remained in her drawers and closets. I don't know why it was a thrill, but I can just tell you that it was. To spend a day searching through hanger loads of silky things and see what she actually looked like wearing them set my mind spinning with excitement.

I found the gown which was featured in several photos. It was see-through fabric, but two layers and so the sight of her naked body must have been very sensual. In the photos, it was draped down off her shoulders so that her breasts were offered as delightful and delicious morsels of femininity.

Even though she was still, it was impossible to look at the photos without seeing them sway slightly in their full loveliness. The gown smelled of her and her perfume and I spread it on the bed and displayed the "gown pictures" on it.



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I found the gown which was featured in several photos. It was see-through fabric, but two layers and so the sight of her naked body must have been very sensual. In the photos, it was draped down off her shoulders so that her breasts were offered as delightful and delicious morsels of femininity. Even though she was still, it was impossible to look at the photos without seeing them sway slightly in their full loveliness. The gown smelled of her and her perfume and I spread it on the bed and displayed the "gown pictures" on it.

A longer search found the strange bra that must have been a bit of a joke from the expression on her face. It had holes where the nipples shot through the fabric bare and frisky. The cups were big and still she filled them to overflowing. The matching garter belt was firm looking and had at least six suspenders dangling down to grasp the black stocking bands which spanned her thighs and looked taut and sexy. She wore black panties with red ribbon at the waist and legs and lace all around. In one of the bra cups, I propped a photo of her bending over and looking through her legs at the camera.

One photo featured panties made of see-through material with a floral pattern. Through the pattern, the shadowed crease of her opulent bottom smiled invitingly. And another photo from the front let curly dark hair peak through a lace panel which ran from the waist down to the crotch.

Another favorite was a gleaming pair of white panties, very high quality. The waistband was all there was on the sides, and the band had gathered material over the elastic which gave a very feminine, very sensual look to the panty and to my Momsie's hip. The back panel was full, intended to cup and cover her entire bottom and it beautified her at the same time. The front was a triangle which draped and gathered down to where it tucked between her legs. It looked sweet and chaste while at the same time exuding sensuality. She was gorgeous in her only garment in the photo. Just gleaming, fresh, clean white bikini panties and strappy white high heel shoes. I found the panties buried deep in her drawer, seemingly hardly ever worn. They were pretty enough to have been part of a bride's outfit, and maybe it was.

In the back of the closet, I found a box crammed full of real stockings, the type that can only be held up by a garter belt. In it I found the pair which matched a photo of her legs posed nicely and showing panties, garter belt and long stockings with the brand label of Givenchy in large white script looking sexy against the dark band stocking top.

By the time I had enjoyed my treasure hunt and tried valiantly to put everything back so as not to be detected, it was late afternoon.

I put all the pictures back in the box except for the three favorites which I stuffed into the magazine and kept hidden under my mattress.

That must have been the day I hurriedly stuffed the book under the mattress and left it showing. When I cam home the next day, I went to my room to look at the pictures before Momsie came home. My heart nearly stopped when I slipped a hand under the mattress to find it empty. But then I saw something sticking out from under my pillow. There was the magazine. I rifled it to find the photos gone.

Then I noticed the panties, washed and fresh, along with what I recognized as my Momsie's note card. My face was flushed with embarrassment and my heart was like a lead weight knowing I had been caught. I pressed the panties to my face and found that they had also been perfumed.

The Card: "Dear Prince, You are so sweet! It is so nice to think you like my pictures. We should chat about them. OK? Love, Momsie"

I was still tense with the thought of having to face the music, but what a thoughtful note it was. I paced the house unable to settle down to anything, waiting for her to come home from the office. As it turned out she worked late and didn't get there until about 7 O'clock.

"I'm sorry..." I muttered immediately.

She smiled broadly and we hugged. Her kiss on my cheek was a help, but I was still nervous and flustered.

"Oh, Prince, I'm sorry those pictures were still around. But ... how could you not look at them? It's OK. But, you probably understand they were just for your father and me ... understand? So, I needed to have them back ... you understand?"

Now I had a dilemma, whether to admit there were more or not.

We had dinner and she was very chatty and talkative. "Well ... now the questions ... do you think I look OK?" She giggled a little.

I took a deep breath and replied.

"Beautiful!"

"Thank you, honey. Do you have any questions about them? I mean, it isn't unusual for married couples to have a few photos. I mean it is sort of fun ... and exciting. Your father was an amateur photographer, after all. It was natural to want those ... I guess. And I enjoyed them, too, posing, knowing he liked the way I looked. Understand? A little bit, anyway? Well someday it will be clearer. After you are married."

"There are some more, Momsie. I'll get them for you later."

Her smile disappeared and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, dear." she looked down into her lap a moment. "Where?'

"In the darkroom."



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Her smile disappeared and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, dear." she looked down into her lap a moment. "Where?'

"In the darkroom."

"Oh." She paused and the smile returned with a rueful rolling of her eyes. "Well, you've certainly seen a lot of your old Momsie, then, haven't you. Oh, David, you left land mines behind!" she looked heavenward and I could see the blush spread over her face.

"Am I blushing?"

"A little. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. Thanks for telling me."

We went quiet for awhile. I didn't know what she was mulling over.

"Well, I want us to be able to confide in each other about sex. This is a bit more than I planned, but ... so be it! By the way, the magazine... ?"

"Found that too."

She nodded and examined a piece of her steak before biting into it.

"I'll get rid of it ... right away!"

"No, Prince. That is not necessary. You will be interested in sex magazines. You don't have to ... I mean, do what you want, but I can understand a young man being attracted to those magazines - I mean it's a billion dollar business isn't it. Must be selling them to a lot of people. Why ... well, you know ... Whatever." she gave a short little laugh.

"It's not fair, though." She looked at me, her lips curled in a derisive gesture, eyes twinkling.

"What?..."

"Well, those girls have all sorts of body make up and the photos are all retouched to take away the blemishes!"

"Momsie, yours were ... better." I swallowed my tongue, thinking I had gone too far.

But she grinned at me. "You know? I adore you, my Prince! You know just what to say. Now, let's go see what else he left for us to find, eh?"

In the darkroom, I stood on the stool and fetched down the box.

She opened it gingerly to find herself in panties, bra, garter belt and nylons.

"You understand, don't you? I mean these are OK between married couples ... but probably not between Momsie and son?"

"Yeah."

"Did you look at all of them?"

I paused. "Some."

She closed the door and the light went out and the ruby safelight came on.

"Our secret?"

"Sure."

"You get one more look. OK?" She began selecting a few and we stood examining the pictures of a beautiful young woman in her underwear and nude, some were artful, some just plain exciting sex."

"Oh, I remember when we took these, Prince. Happy times. Happy times." she sighed.

I put my arm around her waist.

"It used to make him terribly excited when he was developing them." she laughed with pleasure. "Oops, I guess I shouldn't tell you that about your father! But, you know what I mean. We should talk about that. You're going to have just such a relationship when you marry. He would stay in the darkroom for hours and then come to bed and attack me!" She laughed out loud and snuggled against my body.

"I mean attack in a nice way, you know."

That close feeling had returned. There in the semi dark room, close together, the closeness was a physical thing.

There were about a dozen photos on the table in front of us. She looked through the rest and then stopped and put the lid on the box.

"Well, there I am! Your old Momsie, er... , your young Momsie, actually. What do you think? You don't have to answer that!"

"Beautiful." I sort of gasped.

"That's sweet of you, Prince. Do you mind me asking? Do you ... I mean, do you ... does looking at them..."

"Excite me? ... Yes. More than the magazine. I hope that's OK."

"Well, it must be normal. I mean it wouldn't be normal if a young man weren't excited by a naked woman. But, you will understand that I need to keep them ... personal? They were for me and your father. I like it that you are included though. I mean you have seen me like most of those in our lifetime, right? I mean we were naked together when you were born, right? And we enjoyed that. You can't remember but I do."

I nodded dumbly and hugged her closer.

She put all the photos away and closed the box, never to be seen again.

"So there we are." She turned and stood looking up to me in the gloom of the darkroom. She put her arms around me and leaned against me.






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"So there we are." She turned and stood looking up to me in the gloom of the darkroom. She put her arms around me and leaned against me.

"I'm so happy being a part of your growing up!"

We stood like that as the excitement in my loins continued.

"Oh Prince, I'm sorry. I did get you excited. That's not fair of me." She didn't move, though: just stood there against me. I felt my erect cock against her stomach and realized that she felt it too.

She looked up, kissed me on the lips. "You're a dear, my dear!" We separated and she carried the box against her bosom as I followed her up the stairs, admiring her legs, long and sleek in nylons and heels.

"Would you open a bottle of wine for me, dear?"

I brought a glass of wine for her and a coke for myself and she summoned me to sit on the couch with her. The box of photos was on the coffee table.

She sipped the wine and then looked over the edge of the glass at me.

"How is the book I bought for you, Prince?"

"The book?" I said, quizzically.

"You know, the one about sex? I hoped it would bring up some questions that I could help with?"

"Oh, it's pretty good, step Mom. Yeah, pretty good. I think I understand."

"Good! Of course, it can only explain the physical things. What goes where, and so forth? But the complicated parts come in understanding the emotions and things like that."

I nodded.

"No questions?"

"Well ... I'm not sure I understand ... erogenous zones ... very well."

Her face brightened. "Oh, good ... well, let's see, you have already discovered one ... haven't you?'

I thought she meant my cock, so I said nothing.

"The tongue!..." she smiled. "That's one example ... the feeling you had is what it's like when someone touches your erogenous zones. But of course we all have lots of them, so it's complicated.

"But why, ... what"

"Oh ... you mean... , what are they good for? The simple answer is that they give pleasure and they invite the body to prepare for sex. When you have a lover, you will each show that love by touching the other's erogenous zones, caressing them, sort of ... you understand?"

"When you are younger and are mature enough to have sex, you might be allowed to kiss a girl with your tongue, right? And not get slapped, right?" She smiled at her little joke. "In that case you might move on to touch another erogenous zone and the feelings would begin to build in each of you..."

I looked baffled, I guess, perhaps a little on purpose.

"Come over here, I'll demonstrate." I slid over beside her and she guided me into her arms leaning across her lap. "If I were seducing you, for example. Well, maybe not seducing, but encouraging you, let's say. I would kiss you like this." Her tongue edged out between her lips and brushed across my own. The lightning began once again. I responded by opening my lips and she found my tongue.

"Then, if you responded..."

I kissed back and pushed my tongue into her mouth.

"Ohhh, mmmmm,..." she murmured over our tangled tongues.

" ... I might find another of your zones..." her lips moved along my cheek and suddenly I felt her breath in my ear and I thought that I was going to wet my pants, I was so excited. Her tongue seemed to go deep into my inner ear and set all my nerve endings tingling. My arms tightened around her.

"This will surprise you, she said breathily. Did you imagine that your nipples are sensitive, that they are erogenous zones too?" Her fingers found my nipple and squeezed in a perfect way that sent shivers down my body. Hr hand tugged my shirt out of my pants and slipped up to pinch my naked nipple again. It was even more exciting naked.

"And..." Her hand caressed slowly down the center of my body, while I trembled under it. Her finger tips slipped barely under the waistband of my pants and underwear until they barely teased the sparse hairy triangle above my cock.

Our tongues found each other again. She left her hand there, warm and sensual over my stomach.

"And if I did these things in a way that pleased you, your body would begin preparing itself to make love!"

"What?" I gasped.




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"And if I did these things in a way that pleased you, your body would begin preparing itself to make love!"

"What?" I gasped.

"I mean that this would get hard." Her hand covered my cock. "And begin preparing for making love. I would make it hard enough that it could ... slide ... easily ... into ... a ... loving ... vagina, Prince." the last words were whispered in my ear and my body was going crazy with desire.


Dear Diary,

For what it is worth, I do think that C is coming through puberty fairly comfortably. I hope I am helping the process and not doing harm. The outward signs seem positive. He is less awkward socially now, especially with girls. He's not so brazen that he is boorish about it, just seems to be somewhat more comfortable than many of his boy friends. So, that's good.

My own feelings are more complicated than I expected. There are, I find, at least two forms of erotic stimulation in the relationship of step Mom and son. It scares me a little that I enjoy both, but the fear is going away. My feelings must surely be common. All step Moms must feel them to a greater or lesser degree.

There is the titillation of the normal man/woman thing. He loves to look at my breasts, my legs, under my skirt, and to see me in my undies. All that is natural. And, being truthful, I enjoy having him see me just as if he were one of the men at the office. It is very stimulating and I frequently find my nipples crisping and sometimes my panties moistening when I realize that C has looked down my blouse or had a glimpse of my panties. I can't help it; it just thrills me a little bit each time, knowing that my appearance has the power to stimulate him. I know that I extend the opportunity, too. And, being frank, I dress with that in mind sometimes.

There is second level of this lovely feeling.

Sometimes we have a step Mummy of true sexual arousal Last night, after my shower, I put on panties and pulled my negligee on. There was just a small vanity lamp lighted and I was manicuring my toenails when C came into the room. I rarely close the door to my bedroom. And I'm comfortable with him being around as I dress. I had my foot up on the stool beginning to do my nails. Prince sat on the bed. I looked down and realized that with no bra that C could see my nipples through the negligee. My nipples immediately came to life as we talked. As his eyes were drawn to my breasts, I felt myself straighten up, my breasts thrust out. We seemed to be shrouded in a warm aura of intimacy. We talked on an on. I know we both felt the attraction and the erotic pull. Sometimes words would catch in his throat from nervousness. So that is another of the feelings - intimacy that you can almost feel, enhanced by being nude in front of someone you love in such a special way. It is nearly orgasmic.

I don't know where it is all going to lead. But I admit to enjoying the lovely, lovely aspect of this loving intimacy.

Esther

An immediate image of my step Mom in the beautiful negligee, with little bows tying the front and lace everywhere appeared in my mind's eye. You could see through it but there was so much material that it was not completely see-through. It made her body beautiful and exotic as if she stood in a wispy cloud. I always loved seeing her in it. And I recall that very night. I recall that she had blue panties on but no bra. The bra was sitting next to me on the bed when I sat down to talk.

Her breasts were opulent. I could see the beautifully curved underside of each breast swooping up to the jutting nipples. I cannot, even now, find words which describe that beauty. Perhaps she has captured it in the diary. My feeling was overwhelming. I felt warm from the closeness, but more than that, the sight of her breasts and body conveyed an emotion that I struggle to describe. Words caught in my throat, yet I felt wonderful. I felt like king of the world. I could have done anything at that step Mummy. But what I wanted to do most was bask in the sensual fog that seemed to include just the two of us in the corner of the room. Perhaps the dim light was part of it, closing out everything else in the world. I felt like I was actually part of her and she was part of me. That's the only way I can describe the feeling.

But of course, the thrill for a fifteen year old was in staring at the beautiful curves of her body. When she put her foot down and brought the other up to trim the toenails, I glimpsed the pale almost translucent panties covering the dark triangle of hair between her legs.

I had been trying to get her to pose for photos since I bought some new studio lights. I brought it up once again.

"Oh, Prince, I'm getting too old to be modeling for a photographer. Why don't you take pictures of Mercy?"

"But I'm tired of taking pictures of apples and oranges, step Mom. Besides, you're prettier than apples or Mercy!"

"But you are always taking my picture around the house, isn't that enough," she laughed.

"Sure, but I need practice with real lighting setups."

"Well maybe sometime."

She just smiled and I saw the flash of panties as she changed legs to begin painting her toes. Her robe gaped open and I could see the swelling of both breasts before she pulled it a little closer together. Even then, the thrill of the indescribably soft, smooth valley invited my eyes. I could see that her nipples were still quite hard and brown under the nylon. Her nipples weren't the only thing that was hard in that room. It would have been impossible for me to stand up without showing the solid erection pressing against my jeans.

"I have it all set up." I offered with a grin.

She smiled back at me. "You mean like this?"

'Great idea, Mom!" I grinned.

She laughed her throaty laugh. "Do you think you could put this paint on??

I slipped to the floor without standing up to expose my raging hard-on; and took the little bottle of polish. I began to brush carefully. But though she tucked the robe down between her legs, I still had a full view up to her panties cradling the full fleshy mound of her sex. The feeling of close intimacy was even greater, and my hand shook with excitement.



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I slipped to the floor without standing up to expose my raging hard-on; and took the little bottle of polish. I began to brush carefully. But though she tucked the robe down between her legs, I still had a full view up to her panties cradling the full fleshy mound of her sex. The feeling of close intimacy was even greater, and my hand shook with excitement.

"Well, okay, just one, then." she ran her fingers through my hair and I jumped up in spite of the erection tenting my jeans and led the way to the studio I had set up.

"You go ahead, I'll have to put my bra on." she said quietly.

"How about this one?" I opened her panty drawer and searched for just the right one. It was a favorite of mine and I can still recall the label after all these years - "Warner Sizzles, Size 34C." The cups were shear like the gown.

She giggled. "The panties should match, so find them too, Prince. You know my underwear better than I do, you know that?" she squeezed my arm and laughed as she kissed my cheek.

I rummaged around and found perfect little bikini panties and handed them to her, my face crimson. I couldn't look her in the eye.

In a minute or two she entered my makeshift studio, looking beautiful. I noticed that she had also put on high heels which made her look taller and slimmer and thrust her breasts out nicely.

"Okay, My Photographer, where do you want me?"

She sat on the stool and I took a sedate shot of her sitting holding a rose. I changed the stool to a higher one and she sat with feet on the floor, her gown parted over the extended long leg. I noticed that she had put on pantyhose, too. I tried to talk to her like you are supposed to; to keep the model relaxed, but it was not easy.

Mostly she posed the ways that occurred to her.

"I don't have much time, Prince, I have a date tonight, you know."

I was out of ideas. Except for one final one.

"Could you just stand there and..." I swallowed hard, " ... and ... untie... ?"

She looked into my eyes, not smiling, but running it over in her mind.

"You'll keep it ... keep it just between us?" she raised her eyebrows and looked at me carefully, her fingers at the top tie.

"Yes."

Her fingers slowly pulled the bow's string and her eyes smoothened, I thought.

The second tie, again slowly.

The third.

She shrugged her shoulders and her breasts swayed in the soft slings of her see-through bra cups. The robe parted and she pointed one toe in the model's pose.




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