Archive-name: Family/widow1.txt Archive-author: Sharon Sutton (with help from Lisa Cortez) Archive-title: Widow's Family, The - 1 CHAPTER 1 Things had been tough for Lauren since the death of her husband two years ago. She had married young to a man fifteen years her senior and now, at the ripe old age of twenty-nine, had inherited two teenage stepsons and a teenage stepdaughter. Just what any man would want, she used to think to herself. Marry a widow with a ready made family. Oh, she had her share of dates since she went back to active involvement. There was the cute banker who literally ran out of the house when he met the kids. There was the store owner who, though he at least stayed around for a few drinks, had never bothered to call her again. And there had been others but the ending was always the same. One date, meet the kids, gone. After nine or ten different guys, Lauren about gave up on it all. Lauren used to sit and wonder exactly what had happened to her. She was a fine looking woman with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had kept herself in great shape through aerobic exercise and hard work. Before she met her late husband, she had never had any trouble at all. Within the span of six years though, Lauren had lost both parents and her only brother in an auto accident and then lost her husband in a freak hunting accident. Married at 21 to a 37 year old widower, widowed herself at 27. There were times when Lauren thought seriously about just taking off and leaving the kids. Once she had even packed and made plane reservations. But, at the last minute, she decided she couldn't. The kids would have been well taken care of by her brother in law so that wasn't the problem. It was simply that she had grown so attached to them. Carl, the oldest, had just turned 17. He had his fathers features and there were times that Lauren felt that she was actually looking at her late husband. Carl had grown up as a great kid, never gave her any trouble. When he got his first job last year he voluntarily had given her half of his net pay as room and board payment. He never complained about having to help around the house and willingly did his share. Lauren was constantly amazed at his attitude. Brad was 15 going on 30 and was everything that Carl wasn't. Always in trouble in school Carl constantly seemed to try to push Lauren to the limit. But Lauren saw something in Brad that most others would have missed. Underneath that hard exterior he put on was a kid who's heart was gold. She remembered the way he reacted to his fathers death. He took it harder than the other two kids and, even now, two years later, Lauren would sometimes hear Brad crying in his room at night. She never let on that she new, of course. Karen was 14 and was about the cutest kid Lauren had ever met, both in physical terms and in personality. Karen was only six when Lauren married into the family and she immediately accepted Lauren in as mother. Karen was tall with a dark complexion. She had blossomed early. Lauren remembered well sitting with her four years ago discussing the "facts of life," which Karen took in with amazement. Then, at age eleven, Karen experienced her first period. Lauren ended up sitting up half the night holding Karen's hand because the cramps hurt so much. No, Lauren couldn't leave. These kids were as much hers as if they had been born to her. They were her family and her life. It was rough and would get rougher as time went on but, she thought to herself, it was worth it. One of the hardest parts of being single again was a lack of physical affection. Lauren had been sexually active since she was 15 and now it had been over two years since she had slept with a man. During her six years of marriage, Lauren had always remained faithful, actually for two reasons. The first was that she honestly and dearly loved her husband. The second was that he was the best lover she had ever had. He always seemed to know exactly what she wanted and how to please her. Pleasing her was always more important than pleasing himself. Many nights since the accident that took her husband away from her, Lauren would lay in her bed and remember their lovemaking sessions. At times, caught up in the throws of passion, Lauren would bring herself to deep orgasms and moan loudly before coming back to the realization that her stepchildren were asleep in adjoining rooms. Lauren made a commitment to herself though, that, no matter what happened, she would keep her family together. If it meant that she would never find another man, so be it. If it meant a remaining life of celibacy, then she would bear up. Nothing would separate them. Then, one warm summer evening an incident would happen that would change Lauren's life, forever. CHAPTER 2 The incident took place on a Friday night in July. Karen was spending the night at a friends home and Brad was at a church camp for the weekend. Carl had come home early from a date and, after a little small talk with Lauren had headed to bed. Lauren sat up watching television for a while before becoming bored and heading to bed herself. As she walked up the stairs, she saw a dim light coming from Carl's room and as she got closer she noticed that his door was cracked open just a bit. Not one to break in on her kid's privacy, Lauren couldn't help but glance through the space between the door and the wall. Carl was laying on the bed, on his back, with a Penthouse magazine held up in front of his face. The blankets were pushed down and, through his undershorts, Lauren could see that Carl was built every bit as well as his father had been. As she quietly watched, she saw Carl reach his hands down under his shorts and retrieve himself. As he pushed them down, his penis sprung to attention. Still reading, Carl began slowly stroking himself. Lauren unconsciously found herself running her left hand over her breasts and felt her right hand slip to her crotch. As she watched Carl she felt a burning inside and memories came flashing back to her of her lovemaking sessions with Carl's father. She felt guilty about standing there watching her stepson but could not pull herself away. Carl continued to rub himself and Lauren continued to watch. Only a few minutes went by before it became obvious that Carl was about to explode. Fingering herself through her jeans, Lauren felt that she was about to do the same, doing everything in her power to maintain silence. Suddenly Carl lay on his side and moaned lowly. He rubbed himself hard and began to come, spurting across the sheets. Lauren found herself unable to maintain her composure any longer and shuddered with the first wave of orgasm. The silence broken, Carl jumped and pulled the covers over himself. Realizing what she had done, Lauren quickly regained her posture and lightly knocked on the door. The light pressure of her knock caused it to swing open. Laying on his back, Carl attempted to pull his legs up to hide his still raging hard-on. Lauren smiled and told him that she just wanted to say goodnight before she turned in. As she spoke, her eyes remained transfixed on the bulge under the blankets. Carl, following his stepmother's eyes, felt himself both embarrassed and excited, not quite sure what to do next. The two held silence for a few moments before Lauren walked over and sat down on the bed next to Carl. "Carl, we've always been honest with each other hon, and I have to tell you that I'm not proud of what I just did. I just watched what you did and I didn't leave you to your privacy." Carl felt himself flush red. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry, hon. It's OK. There isn't anything to be sorry about." Carl just sat there in silence. Inside he was burning. He was surprised to find that he was still rock hard, normally he would have shrunk down by now. "Hon, what you were doing is fine with me. It's normal and natural. What was wrong was me watching you. I'm the one who's sorry." With that Lauren took Carl's hand and squeezed it lightly. "Really hon, I AM sorry. I really didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just that you looked so nice laying there. I just couldn't leave for some reason." Again lightly squeezing his hand, Lauren leaned over and lightly kissed Carl's forehead. Carl shuddered as her lips touched his skin. "It's OK," Lauren whispered. Her mind was racing. " This is all wrong," she thought. "I shouldn't even be here, not to mention doing what I'm doing." But she stayed. Glancing into Carl's eyes Lauren could see a mixture of fear, excitement, and confusion. He was sweating profusely. Again she reassured him. "It's OK, hon," Lauren whispered as she moved her kiss to his lips. Carl lay frozen in place. He had never felt so excited and turned on and couldn't believe what was taking place. He had kissed girls before but wondered why they had never felt this good. He squeezed Lauren's hand as a response to her reassurance. "Hon, have I ever told you how much you remind me of your father?" Lauren whispered. "I almost feel like I'm here with him now. We used to lay together for hours at a time and just hold each other. Would you mind if I just lay here with you for a while? It's been so long since I've held anyone in my arms." Carl looked at his stepmother's eyes and saw longing. Again he squeezed Lauren's hand and slid over to the opposite side of the bed. Lauren hesitated a moment. Again she wondered, "What am I doing here." She considered the consequences of what she was doing but was beyond true logic. She stood up and undid the snap to her jeans, letting them fall to the floor. Then Lauren quickly lifted her t-shirt over her head and tossed it across the room. Sliding under the sheets next to her stepson, Lauren lay her head on his chest. Carl was soaked in sweat and she could plainly see the bulge that was evident under the covers. Pushing the blankets down, Lauren let her finger slowly slide across one of Carl's nipples, bringing it to a point. Carl couldn't believe what it felt like. Slowly, Lauren reached up and let her lips meet Carl's. Kissing him, she pressed her tongue through his lips and deeply probed his mouth. Carl let out a light moan. Again reassuring him, Lauren whispered, "It's OK. Its all OK." Carl wanted Lauren more than anything he had ever wanted in his life but still, this was his stepmother. In his mind, she was his mom. Still, she wasn't all that much older than he was and she was the one making the moves on him. All thoughts were blanked out of his mind as he felt Lauren's head start to slowly slide down his chest. Her tongue replaced the finger at his nipple. He felt Lauren lightly tug at him with her teeth. He felt that he could come at any moment. Only a few moments progressed before he felt Lauren's hand slowly slide down his stomach and caress his cock. Lauren slid her body down and gazed at his swollen member. He was almost the same size as his father and had the same aroma. This was the first touch of a man she had experienced in over two years and she was intent on drawing it out. Letting her lips slowly slide down the length of his cock, past memories came flooding back to her. The taste, the texture, the smell. They were all there as if her loving husband was back with her. Carl moaned as Lauren continued to suck on him, moving her tongue around the head and then taking all of him in. Expertly, Lauren could sense when Carl was on the brink and would come up and away, squeezing the head of his cock to reduce the swell and to calm him down. She could feel pre- orgasmic contractions as she held him in her mouth. Carl wanted to come, wanted a release. He had made love to a girl once before but it was over almost before it had begun. Nothing like this. This happened only in books and in Penthouse stories, not for real. He found himself stroking his mothers hair and lightly rubbing her back as she leaned over him. Lauren lifted her head back to Carl's and again kissed him lightly on the forehead. She sat back on her knees and reached behind her, unhooking her brassiere. Her breasts spilled forward as she let its straps slide slowly down her arms. Taking Carl's hand, she raised it to her right breast letting it rub against the nipple. Always sensitive to the touch, Lauren felt a shiver go through her body and let out a light moan. Carl sat up and took a nipple in his mouth, letting his hand glide over to Lauren's other breast. Lauren felt that she might come right then. All anxiety seemed to disappear on both their parts. Lauren closed her eyes and through her head back as Carl let his hand slip down to her pantied crotch. Lightly rubbing his fingers between her legs, Carl found sopping wetness. For Lauren, the feel of fingers other than the ones she had known for the past two years was pure extasy. Looking into Carl's eyes, Lauren slowly let her hands slip under the waistband of her only remaining garment. Raising up to let them slide down her legs, Lauren came back down straddling Carl. She took both of his hands in her own and raised up, feeling his cock standing at attention underneath her. With no effort at all, she came back down on it, allowing it to fill her completely. Slowly, Lauren began to rock back and forth, letting Carl slide in and out of her. Every movement was extasy. Again, memories of Carl's father came pouring back to her. She felt the beginning tingling of orgasm. Under her, Carl amazingly held back as she continued to rock. Lauren could tell that time was running out though, as Carl's moans became more and more urgent. Rolling over, Lauren took Carl with her. Laying under Carl, Lauren felt Carl penetrate her even deeper. As his cock made contact with her cervix, Lauren felt herself begin to come. As she began to buck under him, she felt Carl driving into her faster and faster. Feeling him starting to come, she herself came even harder. Reaching under him, she held his balls as he shot into her. Moaning loudly, Carl spasmed again and again into her, finally collapsing on top of her. Laying there, Lauren began to realize what had just occurred and her mind raced with the consequences. While still burning from orgasm, she was quickly coming back to her senses. "Oh my God," she thought. "I've really screwed up this time. What am I going to say or do now." Laying on top of his stepmother, Carl was almost beyond thought. His mind was almost a total blank, all thought driven out by the experience he just had. He wanted to tell Lauren that he loved her but felt too foolish to do so. The two of them lay against each other for a time. Lauren could feel the beat of Carl's heart and the occasional twinge of remaining orgasm come inside of her. It had been two years since she had last made love and she had almost forgotten the feelings. As she held Carl in her arms, she felt somehow fearful and safe at the same time. Carl was the first to really move. Slowly he pulled what was left of himself out of her and lay down gently beside her. The silence was nearly deafening. "Carl." "Yes?" "I really can't believe what we just did. I think we both know that it wasn't right." Carl lay there in silence. "It's just that, well, it's been so long since your father died and, well, you've really gotten to be an attractive young man. I guess I mean to say that I'm sorry if I've scared you. I really shouldn't have come in here in the first place." Carl listened but somehow didn't hear. "Mom, I mean Lauren," Carl said, catching himself. He spoke slowly and deliberately. "I love you. I love you more than anything on earth." With that, the two of them lay there in silence. Lauren lay her head on Carl's chest and listened to his heartbeat and his breathing as she slowly dozed off to sleep. --