1. Traveling With Bryan - Ch. 5 - We Head Home From The Funeral


    Date: 1/22/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: submissivemom72, Rating: 28, Source: LushStories

    days following the funeral, we packed the car, said our goodbyes, and started the long drive home. We left early, heading out of Albuquerque, heading east on I-40. Bryan slept most of the morning. We stopped for lunch and Bryan took his turn behind the wheel. I took a nap while Bryan drove. I awoke mid afternoon. I looked over at my stepson and I wondered, 'What was Bryan's state of mind? What did he want or expect when we arrived home in Chicago?' I would soon find out. Bryan broached the subject of our relationship. "Brenda, can we talk?" "Sure honey. What's on your mind?" I asked somewhat nervously. "What's going to happen when we get home? I mean, between us?" "What do you mean, baby?" I asked trying to understand exactly what he was asking. "Brenda, do we belong to each other?" "Oh god, of course we do. You are my stepson. I love you in a way I will never love anyone else." "No, Brenda, that is not what I mean." Bryan took a moment before continuing. "Do you belong to me? Are you mine? What happens when dad comes home?" Bryan's question caught me off guard; no, it shocked me. I had not even contemplated that he would be jealous of his father and me being intimate. As a defense mechanism, I laughed and said, "Oh Bryan, you are absolutely adorable. I just love you." It was an insensitive and condescending thing to say. Bryan's face flushed a bright crimson from embarrassment. His expression changed and he looked genuinely hurt. I struggled to find the right words to ...
    undo the hurt I had caused my stepson. "Honey, some things happened on the trip down here that should not have happened. I think we were thrust into an unusual situation at a time when we were both very vulnerable; at least I was. My father was dying and your Dad was thousands of miles away. I needed to be close to someone who loved me. I turned to you. I shouldn't have. But I did. I am sorry for that," I said before pausing. "So you did not enjoy it? Are you saying you don't want to be with me that way again?" Bryan responded, his voice quaking slightly as he struggled with his emotions. He was feeling an enormous sense of rejection at this moment. I wanted to hold him, hug him, comfort him, but he was driving and I could do none of those things. I considered for a moment that if we were not traveling at 75 mile per hour on Interstate 40 at the moment, I would comfort him, which would lead to me taking him into my arms, which would lead to taking him inside me again. I decided it was good that I could not touch him at this moment. I did reach over and squeeze his thigh to reassure him of my deep affection for him. I decided to be honest, at least mostly honest. "Bryan, what happened between us should not have happened. I was wrong to allow it to happen. But since you asked, I enjoyed it tremendously; both physically and emotionally. I will be guilt ridden for the rest of my life, but it was also the most beautiful experience I have ever had. I have never felt so loved, so ...
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