I moved up closer, my cock hovering over her ass. Pressing down on my dick, I worked it in between her butt cheeks. Just like titty fucking, I stroked...my dick up and down inside her ass crack."What's that pressed against my ass." She asked. "This is going to be your next lesson." I replied. Getting off her, I tapped her on the ass telling her to sit up. As she did, see could see my 8" boner sticking straight out. Her eyes bugged when she saw my stiff rod. "Um,um. Is that your dick?" She said. I would do it again, I would jump off a bridge first. I was a faggot, I was confused. I lay on my bed and could still feel Carls wonderfully hard cock sliding in my wanton mouth with the film of his semen still tinting the tastes within. I wanted it! I craved his hard cock in my mouth. I was trapped in that new addiction. I fell asleep wondering how I had gotten myself into such a thing. The very next Thursday, I got a simple text from Carl and I went to him as if he was pulling a golden ring. As you can tell I'm not that young, I'm 47 years old. I have always wanted a child and I have always wanted a man. Why couldn't I have both? I was walking around when I saw you. You were old enough to look like a man with your abs, but you had that baby face. So I began to follow you and trace your routes to and from home. And then me and my firend decided tonight was the night. Before tonight we spent a lot of time remodeling my basement. There are three rooms, this room you are in is the. At the time of this story (a little over a year ago), I was twenty four; and I was considerably younger than Jim, who was thirty six. In fact, I was actually closer to Bryan's age at sixteen, than I was to my husband's age. Bryan was an easy child to raise and to love. He was respectful, quiet and somewhat shy. Because of the closeness of our ages, I never felt the role of stepmother-stepson described our relationship. He called me 'Brenda'. Bryan and I often talked about things as equals.