I left it several hours.  I thought it best not to intrude on her private thoughts and her quiet moments quite so soon after the incident on the stairs had taken place.  My own mind was deep in its own whirlpool at this moment in time and I was still trying to work out all the feelings and the emotions that had surged through me before, during and after our sexual entanglement at the foot of the stairs.  Clearly as a young and virile man I was excited to have been able to have penetrated such a beautiful older woman, and at the moment of the release of my semen deep inside her vaginal canals I felt immediate satisfaction in my own lions.  Now on reflection I had to admit that I hadn’t really fully taken her emotions into account.

It was now almost 4 hours since our hard-core sex act (you couldn’t describe it as anything else) had taken.  The crying had stopped about an hour ago, but there was no sign of her emerging from the bedroom.  I gathered all my emotional strength and knocked on the door lightly.  The first sound I heard was her clearing her throat followed by a reedy “come in, Paul”.  She was sat up in bed, pillows pushed at her back. She was lying on top of the bed clothes, and had showered, as I had also done.  She wore no make up and was dressed in a long cream silk night dress which was full at the top and covered the length of her body to mid calf.  Other than her feet and her forearms, she was not displaying any naked flesh.  She was now looking very demure and the complete opposite of the picture I held in my head of the woman lying beneath me on the staircase, as I penetrated her deeply with my throbbing penis, who had responded to my thrusts with her own pushes back, writhing against me and grinding our pelvic bones together.  I didn’t want to lose that image but I feared it may never come to me again, as I walked across the room and sat on the edge of her bed.  The one regret surging through my mind was that we had encountered my orgasm before I had had a chance to experience hers.

She started by apologising for having put me through that experience.  I smiled as she asked me whether she had taken my virginity.  I chuckled and ask her if I had been that bad.  She was flustered slightly and apologised for insulting my manhood.  I reassured her that she had not robbed me of anything precious, and I did have some experience behind me.  She seemed reassured by that and I thought it best not to tell her that quite a lot of my experience had been gained with a friend of hers.  To carry on being reassuring, I told her that I was sorry that it hadn’t been my first time, as to share a moment like that with her as my first experience would’ve been an honour.  She looked so sad as I told her how much I’d enjoyed the experience and that I felt privileged that she had allowed me such an intimate moment.  The more I tried to reassure her the more sad she looked.  

Over the next hour, she told me how she had not had a sexual encounter of any sort for the three years that my father had been ill.  She explained to me that her only release had been masturbation during that time and at one point she moved a box of tissues on her bedside table to reveal a vibrator shaped like veined penis, which she describes as her battery operated friend. She explained to me that She had watched me grow to manhood, growing and filling out as much as my father in his prime.  To my surprise, she confessed to me that on several occasions when using her battery operated friend, it was me that she had been thinking of.  She stopped at this point and looked at me askance.  I could do nothing less and respond by saying that I regularly thought about her during masturbation, too, and that some of my most treasured memories were the glimpses of her I had managed when she was either naked or semi clothed.

At what seemed like her attempt to end the conversation, she said that it had been a lovely experience but it wasn’t happening again.  All of my arguments rushed out of my mouth at at the same time, or so it seemed.  We had just admitted to each other that we found each other attractive, that we’ve lusted after each other’s bodies - we have even both confessed to masturbating whilst thinking about each other.  I argued that I had a real love for her. She would be able to find a man anywhere who would willingly bed her, but would any of them know her better than I did or love her any more than I did.  To the point of worshipping the ground on which she walked.  She sobbed a little again, although this time with a slight curvature to her mouth, which looked like a half smile.  

“There is one added complication”, she said.  It was hard to think of what could be more complicated in this situation, but she went on to explain that as she and my father had stopped sleeping together, she had stopped taking any form of contraception.  Her most pressing concern was whether the two weeks buildup of semen that I had just deposited inside her was, as we spoke, fertilising her unprotected ovaries.  Was it possible that I had just made my stepmom, my grieving stepmom, pregnant? 

Whilst I found the conversation a tiny bit arousing, I actually found it far more terrifying.  She explained that she would have to go to a pharmacy the following day and be prescribed some emergency contraception.  She asked if I would drive her to another town so she could go to a Boots store where she was unlikely to be known.  Of course I said yes.  She told me what a relief that was and we cuddled up on the bed.

After about 15 minutes in a spoons position, me fully clothed and her in her full length silk night dress, I started to rub the point of her exposed right shoulder.  I asked if she had enjoyed what we’d done earlier, she told me that it had a wonderful release for her and that it was much better than pushing an 8” lump of vibrating rubber inside herself.  I smiled at her candour, and pushed my luck.  “We will do it again, won’t we?”, I asked.  My question was met by silence, so I dropped my hand from her shoulder to her right breast and started to caress that through the soft silky material.  As I did so, I softly kissed her neck.  The silence turned into a soft purring which then became a gentle moan, as I felt her nipple stiffening and growing erect under my touch through her soft silk night dress.  

After a further five minutes she murmured gently, “yes we can.  If I’m getting the emergency contraception tomorrow, we can’t do any more harm tonight”. And, with that she rolled on her back and started softly stroking my hair, putting my face down to hers, so we could engage in another very passionate and very adult kiss. My hand instinctively moved across her thigh and came to rest on the mound between her legs, where I stroked and caressed gently through the silk, feeling the friction of the large tuft of soft hair below, which had so surprised me earlier that afternoon. 

I slipped down the length of her body, running my hand down her silky night dress as I went. When my face reached her hips, I started moving in to her body kissing as I went, until I was about level with her tummy button.  I started ruffling up the hem of her night dress above her knees, over her thighs, fondling her legs as I went.  Eventually, I had exposed that same Bush of dark soft hair that I had seen earlier in the day.  This time I Buried my face in it, at first kissing her cloven mound but then quickly switching to an eager licking motion with my tongue as I dropped lower to seek out her clitoris.  As my mouth wrapped around her soft fleshy hood containing her most sensitive part, I could feel the sharp intake of her breath and the soft sigh out as I began to suck out her flesh and to coax her clitoris out from its private place.  It soon started to swell and to stand erect. As I licked down her vagina lips, I could sense the gathering of additional moisture to supplement my own spittle.  My tongue was prising her lips apart, and I made the occasional push inside with it, as I ran my mouth up and down her swelling vulva.  I soon realised that her breathing changes and the quickening of her chest coincided with my mouth being placed over her clitoris, and me either licking it firmly or sucking it up into my mouth and over my front teeth.  

All of a sudden, she was calling out the name of the Almighty, shouting for God to help her, whilst I felt her whole body quiver and shake and warm jet of fluid came from her vagina over my chin and onto the bed clothes, whilst some of it seemed to flow very easily inside my mouth. 

“Oh my God, look at the state of me”,  She said, followed quickly with an instruction to “come here, my gorgeous boy”…. I did as I was told and hauled myself back up the bed. For a moment I was lost inside her breathless embrace.  We kissed again deeply before I pulled myself back and took in the full sight of my stepmother lying underneath me, hair a disturbed mess, her cheeks flushed, long silk nightgown ruffled up around her hips, lying on a wet patch of growing proportions, displaying a soaked vagina, with pouting, open lips.  

Silently, I climbed on top of her, as she stroked my chest, I entered her in one gentle motion and gently rode her until I had deposited a second heavy load of semen deep inside her.  Eventually I climbed off, lay next to her, quietly purring, and we both fell asleep, the middle two fingers of my right hand easing through our combined juices to tease the insides of her vagina gently as we dropped off.