Okay.’ He kept a stone face as we kept on our path. ‘It’s time.’ ‘How is Mom taking it?’ ‘With vodka and hateful words. Nothing that ...wasn’t suspected.’ I grabbed his arm and made him stop and face me. ‘Why? I mean…why now?’ He looked out into the distance as he formulated his answer. ‘When you were in your emotional state this last time, I had the opportunity talk to your boyfriend at length. He was very concerned with your well-being, for no other reason than he wanted you to be okay. He. Heoccasionally masturbated wearing them, but once he was in a steady, andintimate relationship with April, he found he had a much diminisheddesire for them. He hoped that it had been an adolescent phase that wasby then over. For that reason he found no obligation to mention it tohis intended.Six years on he realised that this was not the case. He worked fromhome as an IT trouble shooter, but kept a sperate desktop computer inhis home office, just for his cyber adventures and story reading. She had shaken his hands a million times but they never seemed this powerful. As she felt his breath on the back of her neck, and the goosebumps formed on her arms, she couldn't remember recalling before that his breath smelled sweet. As she felt his manhood strain against the top of her ass, she thought that it seemed a lot bigger than the penis she caught a quick glance at in the locker room at the gym. As his strong arms wrapped around her, softly spun her, and pulled her toward him, she. And there I was. Her innocent stepson. Her Teddy-bear. I could tell she was wondering what the hell had just happened. And then a smile dropped across her face like a veil: “Jesus Teddy. I feel like I’ve just been fucked by the Trojan army.”I listened to the sound of her stepping into the shower and the water storming the cubicle. Then I sat back against the cherry headboard and shut my eyes. I needed a moment to digest things myself. Post-climax endorphins were washing through my veins.