The shrill of my alarm clock pierced the early morning silence, but I remained still, wrapped in the comforting embrace of my blankets. I could hear the soft padding of footsteps approaching my bedroom door, and I knew who it was before she even entered.
My stepmom, a statuesque woman with fiery red hair and a wicked sense of humor, pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Rise and shine, lazy bones," she called out, her voice laced with amusement.
I groaned, rolling over to face her. She was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest and a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. I couldn't help but notice the way her eyes flicked down to my crotch, and I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks.
"Looks like someone's already up and at 'em," she said, raising an eyebrow. I followed her gaze and saw the obvious bulge in my pants. I groaned again, embarrassed.
"Come on, sleeping beauty," she said, stepping closer to the bed. "You can't be late for school on the first day."
Before I could protest, she reached down and grabbed my penis through my pants, giving it a playful squeeze. I gasped, my body tensing with surprise and pleasure.
"There you go," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's what I call a morning wood."
I was in shock, but I couldn't bring myself to stop her. She started to stroke me through my pants, her movements quick and efficient.
"You need to get going, you know," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Can't have you showing up to school with a boner, now can we?"
I couldn't believe what was happening. My stepmom was giving me a handjob, and she was doing it with such ease and confidence that I couldn't bring myself to stop her.
"You're so big," she said, her voice low and husky. "I don't know how you manage to keep it all contained in those pants."
I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my mind reeling with disbelief and arousal. I couldn't believe that this was happening, but I couldn't deny the intense pleasure that was building inside of me.
Just as I was starting to get more into it, my stepmom stopped and pulled her hand away. "Save some for later," she said, winking at me.
She turned and walked out of the room, leaving me in a state of shock and arousal. I couldn't believe what had just happened, and I couldn't believe how much I wanted more.
I reached down and started to touch myself, my mind filled with thoughts of my stepmom and the intense pleasure she had given me. I was lost in a world of desire and taboo, and I couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
Just as I was starting to reach my climax, the door opened again and my stepmom stepped back into the room. "Get dressed, you pervert," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "We don't want you missing the bus because you're too busy playing with yourself."
She left the room again, leaving me in a state of disbelief and arousal. I couldn't believe what had just happened, and I couldn't believe how much I wanted more. I was left with a mix of emotions, not knowing what to think or do. But one thing was certain - my stepmom was a force to be reckoned with, and I was powerless to resist her.
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