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Bryan woke with an erection, which he tried to hide from me as he went to the bathroom…. I needed a quick shower to wash the dried semen from my backside…. We cleaned ourselves, did not speak of the events of the previous evening. We got packed, ate breakfast, and hit the road. We drove all the way to Oklahoma City, and the ride was quieter and less jocular than the first day. Bryan and I were trying to come to grips with our ‘incident’ the previous night. We arrived in Oklahoma City after dark, I found a room with two queen beds at the Hampton Inn. We would not have to share a bed tonight. We brought a pizza and two bottles of wine to the room. After my first glass of wine, I went to the shower. Soon there was a knock on the door. “Brenda, can I come in, I need to pee…” “Sure honey… we are family,” I reassured him, but I was unsure of what was occurring between my stepson and me at this moment. At home, he would never ask if he could urinate in front of me. This was a boundary that I was not sure we should be crossing. But I tried not to overreact; after all, we did only have the one bathroom that we were sharing.  Bryan came in, and stood in front of the commode for an extended period of time. I had to look. I pulled back the shower curtain and saw him standing there… his back towards me. “What is wrong honey?” “Nothing, I just can’t seem to go now… I don’t know why.” I could see Bryan was ‘a little stiff down there’, suffering with a partial erection as he tried to urinate. I smiled, somewhat amused that my mere presence was arousing my stepson now. I wanted to reassure him, without reacting to his situation. “A lot of men cannot pee with an audience… let me get out of here and leave you alone with your business,” I said, rinsing off before turning off the water and grabbing a towel. I stepped from the shower as I was wrapping the towel around myself. I knew I was exposing myself to him; it was wrong, but I could not help Bahçelievler escort doing it. I wrapped the towel around my waist and left my breasts exposed. Bryan stared at my naked breasts as I walked past him. I took a moment to look at his penis and could see it was growing more erect. I knew I was the cause of his erection. I should not have teased him this way, but I could not help myself. The sexual tension between us was tremendous. I excused myself from the bathroom to allow my stepson to urinate in peace. I quickly donned a t-shirt, but I did not put on any panties. I would like to say it was a simple oversight, or that I do not know why I did not put on my panties; but that would be a lie. I was aroused by the events of the previous evening, and after seeing Bryan’s partially erect penis moments before, and I wanted to have the opportunity to innocently expose myself to him if the situation seemed to warrant it. In my mind, it would be an accidental ‘flashing’, if it occurred at all; something I could reasonably maintain did not occur at all. Certainly, if it happened, I could maintain that I was not aware of it. Yes, if I am honest, I know precisely why I did not put on my panties under my t-shirt. But at that moment, I was not contemplating any further physical contact between my stepson and me; however, I did imagine that once we went to our separate beds, with the lights out, I would masturbate in the bed next to him, and I hoped he would do the same. I reasoned that after last night, a mutual but separate session of masturbation was a reasonable and relatively innocent compromise to relieve the sexual tension and the frustration we were both wrestling with; and we could each pretend that we did not know what the other one was doing. That was my plan. I poured two glasses of wine, one for Bryan and one for me, as I waited for Bryan to exit the bathroom. I looked at my image in the mirror. Bahçeşehir escort bayan You could not tell that I was not wearing any panties, but my erect nipples left no doubt that I was ‘sans bra’. My perky, 34B breasts poked proudly through the white cotton material of my t-shirt. The darkness of my areolas were faintly visible through the white cotton. After four or five minutes, I began to suspect that he was masturbating alone in the bathroom. That thought, both disappointed me and relieved me. I was disappointed I was not allowed to witness him, but on another level, I was relieved that perhaps any temptation for a repeat of the previous night’s ‘contact’ could now be avoided. I sat on the bed, sipping my wine, wondering exactly what Bryan was up to. After another few minutes, I got up, poured myself a second glass and walked to the closed bathroom door. “Bryan, is everything OK in there?” “Yeah, ma’am. My body is just not cooperating right now. I can’t seem to pee.” “Well come out, try to relax and you can try again in a few minutes. You just need to let yourself relax a bit.” Inwardly, I was smiling at Bryan’s dilemma. I thought it was absolutely adorable that his erection was preventing him from emptying his bladder right now. And yes, I was pleased that I was the cause of his erection. “Have a glass of wine with me and see if that relaxes you,” I shouted through the closed door. Slowly the door opened, and Bryan exited the small hotel bathroom wearing only his boxers and sporting an enormous erection. “Oh my. I think I see what the problem is,” I said. I was taken aback by the size and maturity of my stepson’s massive and very erect penis. The large purple head stood nearly two inches above the waist band of his boxers. There was no hiding that massive erect tool right now.  Bryan was blushing deeply and tried to cover his erection behind his hands which he held in front of his bulging Escort Bakırköy groin. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what is wrong,” he said with obvious embarrassment. “Oh baby, nothing is wrong other than the fact that you are a normal and very healthy young man who is having a normal reaction to a very unusual situation that you and I have been thrust into. It is quite normal for a young man of your age to get erections, even at the most inopportune times. It only shows you are normal and healthy.” I smiled at him as I tried to reassure him. “Brenda, I don’t think it is normal to get a boner in front of your stepmother,” he admitted quite candidly. I thought for a moment, trying to think how to respond. “Well, you have a point; but literature is full of stories about young men recognizing that their mothers, or in this case, stepmothers are, in fact, ‘female,’ and responding to it a bit. In fact, they even have a name for it: ‘Oedipus complex.’ It is not that uncommon. And it is a little bit flattering to me.” I was speaking without fully thinking about the meaning or ramifications of my words. I was really only trying to relieve any awkwardness and anxiety my stepson was experiencing at the moment. I continued, “And Bryan, you are rapidly becoming a man, and our ages are not that far apart. In fact, I am closer to your age than I am to your father. The fact that you become aroused around me is not surprising; and certainly not something for you to be ashamed of.””It is just so weird that I am reacting to you this way. I’m sorry. I am trying not to think of you and I am trying to make this go away, but it isn’t working.” Bryan said, looking at the floor, unable to look at me. His penis continued to throb, the large purple tinged head pulsing above his waist band. God he was a sexy young man. “Bryan, why don’t you take care of that ‘manually’? I can go take a nice long bath and leave you here to relieve your ‘stress.’ Okay?”  Bryan blushed deeply and then looked at me with a cute, shy innocence that I will always cherish, “Brenda, can you stay while I do this? I would like to share this with you, if it is okay?” His words shocked and excited me. I knew I should not participate in this, or even witness it, but I wanted to experience this with my stepson.

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