Emerald Ch. 01

Emerald Ch. 01: Almost Incest Part 1 I guess I should begin this story by telling you a little about myself. My name is Emma; I am a reasonably happily married woman, age 37, living in a large Southeastern city. I work out regularly to stay fit and am told I am quite pretty. I grew up as an Army brat and spent my teenage years in Florida when my father retired there. I had my first sexual experience when I was 14 with one of my neighborhood friends, and looking back, I was rather promiscuous during my high school years. I loved sex and took every opportunity to enjoy it when I could. I had several sexual partners and was quite sexually experienced by the time I graduated high school and could not wait to get away to college to explore new horizons. I had to work my way through college, as my parents only were able to pay for books and tuition. I spent my first semester busting my hump in fast food joints trying to pay my room and board, coming back to the dorm exhausted, facing a mountain of homework yet to be done. The sexual adventures I had dreamed of were almost non-existent as I was spending all my free time working. One night my roommate, Debbie, came back to the room with a small notice she had found tacked to the bulletin board in the student union. It was an offer of employment at the strip clubs outside a nearby Naval Base. We decided to check it out, as the chances of anyone knowing us there were remote. We arranged a meeting and rode up to be interviewed by one of the managers of a chain of clubs in the area. He was very professional in the interview and made sure we knew what we were getting into. He told us that he needed dancers to help on military payday weekends when the clubs would fill up with hundreds of horny sailors with pockets full of money to spend. It sounded almost too good to be true. We would only have to work two weekends a month and make two or three times what we were making working in fast food. I had to admit I was a bit concerned about getting naked in a room full of cheering men but the manager assured us the bouncers kept them under control and no patrons were allowed to touch or harass the dancers. As part of our interview we were taken to the stage of the club and asked to remove our clothing and do an audition dance. The manager and other dancers were happy to help train us and in no time we were ready to make our stage debut. I chose the stage name Emerald due to my sparkling green eyes and its similarity to my own name. I quickly overcame my initial fear and shyness and became a popular dancer in the clubs and rarely left without several hundred dollars each night. Debbie and I worked the clubs for the rest of our time in college and had many great sexual adventures with both men and women during our time there. Debbie has remained a lifelong friend and she and I are still engage in some bisexual love once in a while when we are together. I met many nice men working the clubs, including my future husband, John. John was in the Navy and going through a divorce. Though he was 10 years my senior, we clicked immediately. We started dating and were soon spending our weekends at his apartment. We made plans to marry as soon as I graduated and his tour in the Navy and divorce were complete. That time soon came and we were married and moved away to a new home and new career for both of us. My husband became a medical equipment salesman and traveled extensively and I took my accounting degree and landed a good job in a major corporation. I became pregnant and gave birth to my son about 18 months after graduation. I continued to work in my chosen field for about 10 years until I decided I was fed up with corporate America and wanted to start my own at home business. John was gone away on the road most weeks with his job and was making a handsome salary by that time. I resigned my job and started a home book keeping business for small businesses around the area. I was enjoying my freedom and was making decent money and was home everyday for my son when he arrived home from school. That was also about the time our neighbor Cindy approached me with another opportunity. Cindy was a single mom whose son Jason who was about 4 years older than my own son. Cindy had an opportunity for a new position that required a lot of travel and asked if I would keep her son while she was away on the road. Her company had offered her a very nice childcare allowance to cover her extra expense, which would more than compensate me for keeping Jason. I spoke to John about it and he was very supportive of the idea. Jason more or less moved in with us and quickly became part of the family. He was 13 at the time and was a handsome intelligent boy. He and my son Brian were very close and soon we were all like a big happy family sharing sports, school events, and home life together. Jason and I became very close and he started referring to me as his step mom and I referred to him as my stepson. He even took to calling me Mom around the house. Before I knew it a few years had passed and Jason had started high school. He was popular and an athlete so he soon had his following of young girls. Our talks became more serious as we were soon discussing such subjects as dating, relationships, and eventually sex. I was open and Honest with Jason and told him of my past and advised him that if he became sexually active to use protection to prevent pregnancy and disease. Jason confided in me that he felt more comfortable discussing sexual matters with me than his mother. I told him I would keep his confidence and help him any way I could. I was soon having long conversations with him and he confided that even though he had dated a lot of girls he was still a virgin. I was always comfortable with my body and made no great efforts to conceal myself around the house. I often sunbathed nude, or at least topless, in the back yard, as our privacy fence obstructed it from any prying eyes. When the boys were around they were usually running in and out of the house into the yard. I usually ran around the house semi-clad in just panties and a tank top or t-shirt. I really did not think much about the fact that the boys, especially Jason, would start viewing my body differently as they grew older. Time flew and before I knew it Jason had started his senior year and turned 18 that following January. I had noticed that Jason had matured into quite a handsome young man and had upon occasion, when waking him up for school, had gotten quite an eyeful seeing his morning erection poking through the fly of his boxers as he lay in bed. A few times I had to stifle girlish giggle thinking how wonderful his cock looked and how great it would feel inside me. As Jason had gotten older we sometimes joked and embarrassed each other in a playful sort of way. These jokes usually consisted of some sort of sexual innuendo, one of us teasing the other. One morning, after I had awakened him and seen his erection peeking out, I went back to the kitchen to serve his breakfast. Jason came bounding down clad as usual only in his boxers and took a seat at the table. As I placed his breakfast in front of him, Jason looked at me with a mischievous grin and asked me ?Did you like what you saw this morning?. I looked at him puzzled and asked, ?What are you talking about.? He said, ? I saw you peeking at me this morning when you woke me up and just wondered if you liked what you saw.? I grabbed a dishtowel and gave him a playful swat with it and told him to watch his mouth. I must have turned beet red at that point having been caught in the act. He then said ? Don?t worry because I like what I see when you are out sunbathing too.? He had certainly caught me off guard with that remark as it caused my jaw to drop. Brian came down for his breakfast about that time and nothing else was said. The boys finished breakfast, got dressed, and left for school. I just could not get my mind off what Jason had said. Was he looking at me in a sexual way now? The idea more than excited me I had to admit. I felt the urge to relieve my tension and returned to my bed for a furious masturbation session. With my husband gone most of the time I turn to masturbation for relief several times a week. Sometime I play in my bed, other times in the bath or shower, and upon occasion when the house is empty, outside while sunbathing. My sessions usually consist of fantasies of lovers I have taken over the years. My husband and I had pretty much had agreed early on to an open marriage. We were even into swinging with two other couples at one time early on in our marriage. I knew he had the occasional fling on the road and I have had several sexual encounters with other men and a few women over the years. Most of my sexual encounters are with younger men, friends, or clients whom I know will not become a threat to my marriage. The sex is fantastic with these men and certainly has provided me with lots of fantasies to enjoy during my sessions. My husband and I have kept our marriage strong through the years and made sure our family always came first. Usually my fingers are enough to bring myself to a good orgasm. Today something was different though; my fingers were definitely not going to be enough. I was quickly rummaging through my bottom dresser drawer looking for the dildo and vibrator I kept hidden there. Soon I was thrusting my toy co 18526 2.54/512345