This is not as sexy....go on.”“Right, so he was just looking at me as if nothing else in the world mattered....this is not a slam against you...th...s would be for anyone....it's been a long time since anyone looked at me like that. You know? What woman doesn't want to feel that level of desire? And, that was it, I could tell he really desired me. It was almost as if he was looking at me naked. I could feel and see his eyes rove up and down my body. It was....sexy.”“Did you get wet talking with. My Step Mom turned around and walked out. I could here her high heels click on the floor as she went upstairs to change. I got out my camera with all my lens. Looking for the perfect one to take pictures in my room. I decide to download them on the computer and print them out on my printer next to the computer. It only takes a few seconds to print out perfect pictures. I was hoping I did not have to erase any wrinkles or lines on my Step Mom body.It was about 45 minutes later when I heard her. I didn't have any idea of what I was doing and I had no knowledge of a woman's private parts but I fumbled round with plenty of young enthusiasm. Mom began to whisper encouragement to me when I did something that she got pleasure from and I soon learnt that rubbing the small engorged lump at the top of her pussy seemed to give her great excitement and she also seemed to like it when I pushed a couple of fingers in and out of her hole and wriggled them about a bit. I was still thrusting myself. I’m sorry for what happened yesterday,” I willingly confided.“Don’t worry, son. You’re grown up now. We can talk about those things,” she said reassuringly.“Okay thanks, mom. I still feel very bad though. I’m afraid what happened will prevent us from having a healthy relationship moving forward,” I explained.“Don’t be silly, John. For some reason, our society frowns upon the most natural, pleasurable and loving act between consenting adults who deeply love each other. I don’t understand why.