The funny thing was, I never fully realized the "impropriety" of what we were doing until that kiss. Sucking off my son did not seem out of place, but... french kissing him did. Well, I was never one to deal with paradoxes like that, so I mentally shrugged it off and stuck my tongue nearly down his throat. We broke the kiss and Jeff whispered, "Oh, Mom, thank you. I love you so much." "I love you, son." I looked down and, as expected, he was only slightly less hard after his come than before. "I. The weather was gorgeous that week, so Ray made plans for a ride on his boat. He had a small, old but fast, fun speedboat. There was this cove at Sandy Hook where he beached the boat; it wasn't out in the open but not very private. Ray helped me off the bow by basically throwing me over his shoulder. He gave my ass a playful slap before putting me down. A few steps from the boat, I stopped and said, "Let's do it on the beach!"He was stunned and said, "Are you serious?" Yes, I am! I'll sit on. You wouldn't have known him for a mobster if you met him without his gun. He was actually fairly natty looking, clean shaven with well-groomed dark hair and wearing what looked to be an expensive and hand-tailored suit complete with neatly knotted tie. I'd long been a fan of old movies, from back when Hollywood wasn't sourcing its scripts out of kids' comic books, and he reminded me vaguely of an actor in some of them named Cesar Romero. Romero played a lot of elegant Latin lovers, and this guy. I guess we could do that. What do you want to do?" I asked. "Well," she said, as she placed her hand directly on my crotch, "have you ever had a handjob before?" "I, uh, no," I stammered. I couldn't believe my stepsister was grabbing my crotch. "Then let's start there." After she said that, she started to undo my belt. I couldn't believe this, I was about to get jerked off by my stepsister. She had no issues undoing the belt, I could tell she had done this many times before. Maybe that's what.