My stepson and I have always had a complicated relationship. He's younger than me by 10 years, but we somehow ended up living together when his parents got divorced. It wasn't easy at first - he used to resent me for taking his mother's place in the house, and I felt guilty for filling her shoes. But as time went on, we started to bond over our shared love of video games and movies.
One night, after a particularly rough day at work, I decided to treat myself to some alone time. I stripped off my clothes and climbed into bed, ready to relax with a good book or maybe even some Netflix. To my surprise and delight, my stepson snuck in quietly and joined me. He cuddled up next to me, sleeping his head on my shoulder as we watched the latest episode of our favorite show. It felt like a small gesture, but it meant the world to me.
The next day, we were supposed to attend family therapy with his mother and father. We hadn't been to one in a while, since things had calmed down between them. I hoped that maybe this would be our chance to finally put the past behind us and move forward as a stronger family unit.
As we sat in the waiting room, I couldn't help but notice how attractive his father looked - even after all these years of marriage, he still had the charm and charisma that had first drawn me to him back when we were high school sweethearts. I felt a pang of jealousy, mixed with sympathy for his wife. I knew what it was like to be cheated on - not by my stepson, of course, but by another man in the past.
When it was time for our session, we all sat down together and tried to work through our issues. It was awkward at first, with everyone tiptoeing around each other's feelings and trying not to offend. But as the conversation progressed, we started to open up a bit more. I shared some of my own struggles, like how hard it was to adjust to being a stepmom and dealing with the guilt that came along with it. My stepson listened intently, nodding in understanding and occasionally offering words of encouragement. His father seemed genuinely moved by our bond, and I could see him exchange knowing glances with his wife.
By the end of the session, we'd made some progress towards healing. We still had a long way to go, but I was optimistic about our future as a family. As we left the therapist's office, my stepson and I decided to celebrate by heading back to my room for some private time together. We locked the door behind us, and before I knew it, we were engaged in a passionate missionary-style fuck that left us both breathless and satisfied.
Afterwards, he collapsed onto my chest, his head sleeping on my breasts as we cuddled under the covers. "Thank you," he whispered, "for being there for me." I smiled and kissed his forehead, feeling a warm glow of happiness in my heart.
The next morning, I woke up to find him standing over me with a wicked grin on his face. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I have a surprise for you." Before I could ask what it was, he grabbed my hand and led me to the living room, where his father was waiting with a twinkle in his eye.
"Surprise!" they both shouted, as his father pulled off his shirt to reveal his impressive physique. He looked even more attractive without a shirt on, if that was possible. My stepson clapped his hands excitedly and said, "This is the P