I didn't think he wanted me. He was barely even speaking to me. That next
morning, though, everything changed. I knew I shouldn't do it. We had been
married for less than a year and I was cheating on my wife with her barely-legal
trans son. I guess I told myself that Joey and I had finally found a connection
and I didn't want to spoil it. I rationalized that we would talk about it later,
and it would be a one-time thing. It hasn't been a one time thing, though. This
morning, Ellen called to say she was coming home from her business trip. Reality
came crashing back in, in a very real way. This had to stop. Just as I was
getting up the determination to talk to Joey, I saw him strutting across the
hallway flaunting his cute peach of an ass in a jockstrap. Twice. I went
downstairs and confronted him. He denied trying to turn me on, even at the same
time that he was stroking my thigh and asking if it turned me on. Of course it
did, dammit! Before I knew it, he was climbing into my arms, we were kissing,
and I had a couple of fingers thrust up into his warm wet bonus hole. I just
couldn't help myself, and Joey is a horny twenty year-old with a new favorite
toy and no intention of giving it up. Before I knew it I was naked, hard, and
fucking the day-lights out of my stepson. Again.
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