The following day can only be described as feeling very strange.  I was woken by the sensation of my stepmother wriggling around in the bed beside me.  We were lying in a spooning position with my right arm draped across her my hand gently resting on the inside other thigh.  The heel of my right hand was nuzzled in against her soft opening which still had traces of moisture on it.  Her fidgeting brought me around and I realised that she was herself fully awake.  “Come on”, she said, “we have a lots of jobs to do this morning”.  

I released her from my passive embrace and watched as she rolled back the duvet and got out of the bed.  As the minutes passed, and she started to arrange her clothes for the day, I realised that this was the first time I was seeing her properly naked in front of me.  Over the past 10 or so years I had caught sneak peeks of her in various states of undress, and had on a couple of occasions the good fortune to have seen her completely naked very briefly.  However, this was the first time that she was comfortably moving about in front of me with no sense of shame or propriety around her nakedness.  Still not believing my luck, I took in every possible detail that I could with as much depth as I could manage. 

I noticed first, how perfectly shaped her large breasts were.  Despite their size, they sat very pertly on her chest, full and round perfect orbs of flesh, each crested with a perfectly formed, dark pink, nipple.  In my youthful naivety, I estimated that she possessed D cup breasts.  I would learn on my first shopping trip for clothes with her that they were actually 38DD.  

I watched her walk naked into the ensuite bathroom. She reached into the shower and turned the taps, as she did so, large breasts were moved by gravity away from her chest and swung beautifully in mid air.  I watched her step in. The warm steaming water cascading of her hair and shoulders., flattening what had previously been curly and bouncy against the scalp.  She looked beautiful framed by the water with droplets forming on her pale skin and running down the length of her body. I watched as she lathered on a shower gel and it foamed against her skin, I was fascinated by the way her hands ran across her curves, smoothly traversing the whole of her body.  She squirted some more gel into her hand and started to rub it into her breasts causing a white foam to envelop them.  Simultaneously, she placed both hands underneath a soft tits, and lifted them whilst rubbing the foam against them.  She ran her hands down the rest of it also and over her belly. I couldn’t help but think that our hands were coursing over the place where I had deposited two lots of seed the previous day.  I stiffened, and at the same time shivered, as I wondered as to what the chances were that I had actually impregnated her.  As my mind played tricky thoughts about me having sired her, I watched as she dropped her right hand to wash her vagina.  I stiffened again as I watched her gently probing her own lips, pushing her fingertips gently inside making a cupping motion and withdrawing them again. Before I realised it, I was gently rubbing my own cock and pulling my foreskin back hard.

She got out, picked up a towel, and started to dab it on her skin to soak up the moisture left on her.  I was lying on top of the bed clothes, my hard cock in my hand.  She smiled and said, “your turn”, followed by her pointing to cock and saying, “and wash that thing… I know where it’s been, remember”.  

I rolled out of bed and got into the shower, still watching her in case this was my last chance.  I was entranced by the sight of her lifting her arms to apply a roller ball antiperspirant under each arm, watching each tit jiggle and judder as she did so.  I was even more entranced watching her then apply a small amount of soap and water around around the edge of her mass of pubic hair. One after the other she lifted her left and right foot up to rest on the ledge of the bath whilst she used a disposable razor to trim the edges of her pubic hair. Once again, I found my erection involuntarily becoming stiffer.

As I dried off in the bedroom, I watched again as she started to put on the clothes that she previously removed from her wardrobe and cupboard drawers.  She first stepped in to a pair of black lacy panties, and pulled them up, at last hiding her vagina from my view. She next pulled on a full cupped black bra.  The material was slightly shiny almost like neoprene, and it was clear to see how its wiring gave her maximum support and lifted her breasts into a perfect position.  She next put a plain black but tight T-shirt over her head and arms, and wriggled it down over her shoulders and breasts, pulling it fully down at the front before stepping a pair of tight blue jeans.  She sat on the edge of the bed to roll on her socks and finished off the outfit with a pair of ankle boots with a small spiked heel.  She was fresh and pristine, and it was hard to imagine the sight she had been the previous night during our lovemaking with her hair touselled around the pillow, sweat forming on her body, and bodily juices collecting in her vagina and oozing out across her thighs. 

By the time we got into the car, the day was starting to feel odd.  I was driving my soon to be widowed stepmother across a couple of towns to find a pharmacy which could provide her with emergency contraception.  That would seem a strange enough sentence in any context but add to it that she needed the emergency contraception because she had received two lots of my semen deep inside her without any protection being used and the journey started to feel just a little bit weird. There was a strange silence although every time she looks at me I was met with a broad smile across the face. I didn’t want to take anything for granted, but it felt like she had found our two sexual encounters fulfilling and exciting.  Each time I change gear, I had an urge to place my hand upon her knee or her thigh, but I resisted. My mind was racing to think of something that would engage you in a conversation about the situation we found ourselves in, but I could not think clearly enough. Instead, my mind kept tripping back to lying on top of her the previous night driving My blood engorged and very hard penis deep inside her.  I was also coming to terms with my first experience of female ejaculation.  She was my seventh sexual partner most of the others had been young girls as inexperienced as I was.  One was a much older woman who had taught me a lot. However, a woman cumming in my mouth was a new and exhilarating experience for me.

We reached to the pharmacy. I held back a few places behind her as she went to the counter and was in earnest discussion with the pharmacist. I heard her explaining to the lady behind the counter I was a new boyfriend, so recently acquired that she had not had a chance to buy a condoms yet and that an evening of romance had got out of hand and that I had ejaculated inside her before she had a chance to stop me.  I heard the lady respond and say on the shelves under the family planning sign.  She thanked the lady and said that she would be right back.  She took me by the hand and led me to a display with three shelves stocked with various condoms.  Putting two large 12 packs of Durex in her basket, one ribbed the other plain, she winked at me and said, “ there should be enough here to see through to me getting a doctor‘s appointment”.  As it turned out, she was wrong and we needed to buy one more box to last us and so she could be prescribed the pill once again.

We left the shop with her clutching a little bag of medicine, as well as the temporary protection she had bought for us.  The rest of the day ended up as a blur. Having taken the medicine, she became extremely unwell and had to take to her bed.  This meant that it was me who answered the telephone call from the hospital and it was me who had to break the news to her that he had gone. Having delivered the news, I held her in my arms for 10 minutes while she cried. After this, I tried to dry her eyes and wipe her face with some tissues from the box on the bedside table. When I lifted the box, her vibrator rolled out from underneath it. She managed a slight chuckle and said under her breath, “ not now, eh?”.  I kissed her softly on the lips and left her to return to my own bedroom where I started to make peace with the news. 

Years later, at a family gathering, my aunt would recount how awful my stepmother looked that afternoon when she called to deliver a spray of flowers and her condolences.  My stepmother agreed, and confirmed that she had felt awful too.  As the hubbub rose again, she whispered in my ear, “of course I was grieving but I can hardly tell her that the main reason I felt so rough was because of the medicine I had had to take, just in case you’d got me pregnant the night before!”.