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I sat in my room, the walls, and world around me now different. Her suggestion still lingered in my mind, the words nasty, and forbidden.

“I want you to...”

The words played over, and over, and over again.

There was no way I could say yes...

I sat with my phone in hand. I watched it like a hawk, wondering if my silence would help the moment pass, wondering if saying nothing would somehow wipe our collective memory of the entire thing, would save me from this taboo that grew stronger in my mind.

“Mijo?” My stepmother Clara peered through my bedroom door, her voice soft and curious, aware of the task I’d been offered.

I turned back with a slight hesitation. “I’m fine.” Just the look of her sent a cold chill through me. She had soft brown eyes, and a warm smile.

I stood up, and opened the door. I watched as her eyes met mine, as she flashed me a nervous smile, as my mother’s suggestion lingered in my mind, forcing my thoughts on her ample breasts, and slim waist.

“I’m fine.” I lied.

Clara nodded, then walked pass me. “Sure you are.” She sat down on my bed, and patted a seat beside her. “Sit.”

Clara had always known how to cut through the bullshit. It was in her blood, a no-nonsense approach to everything she did.

“Do we really have to do this no-“

“Come on, Mijo. Sit.” She patted the spot again, her chest jiggling lightly against the blue sequence of her halter, her eyes a smokey haze that drew me to her command.

I sat beside her, and immediately took in the strawberry in her hair. It was common, but now it felt wrong. Now it felt more sexual and taboo, as though a deep part of me had already accepted my mother’s words.

“I don’t want you to think less of us, okay?” She reached out her hand, and placed it on my thigh. She shifted herself closer, pressing the smooth olive of her leg up against my shorts. “We both thought this would be a good idea.”

I shifted my gaze from hers. It was too much. “We?”

She nodded, then grabbed my chin. “Look at me, Mijo.”

Everything felt wrong. The touch of her against me was electric, the way her finger moved my face, gentle and firm, the command of a woman who knew her stepson all too well.

“Yes... We.”

There was a part of me that was disgusted by her. Disgusted by my mother. Ready to throw it all away and leave this place entirely.

There was another part. The part that knew how beautiful they both were, one that acknowledged how lucky a man could be to have two beautiful, mature women asking for his seed.

It was a dream.

It was a nightmare.

I didn’t know whether I wanted to kiss her, or shout at her.

“Clara, I-”

“Oh...” She let go of my chin. “So I’m Clara now?”

“Sorry.” I dropped my head once more.

“Look at me, Mijo.”

I sighed, and did as she asked. “Mom. I’m- Why me?”

“Hmmm...” She smirked to herself. “Why you?” She stood up, took my hand, and called me to my feet.

I stood up, noting the sheer difference in our size, the way she craned her neck up to look at me, the deep admiration in her eyes, as she stared up at her only son.

She placed her hand against the string of my shorts. She pulled at it gently, keeping her eyes trained on mine as she did.

“We chose you because we love you.”

The string came undone.

“We chose you because you’re kind, and honest, and...”

Her hands went to my sides, and reached for my waistline.