When the Student Becomes the Master: A Handjob Tutorial from Stepmom with a Side of Sass

I pushed open the door to my stepson's bedroom, a smirk playing on my lips. "Rise and shine, lazy bones," I called out, my voice full of playful insults.

I walked over to his bed, my eyes taking in the sight of him still asleep. His blanket was barely covering his lower half, giving me a glimpse of his toned legs. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Looks like Sleeping Beauty is still in dreamland," I said, shaking my head in amusement.

I reached out to pull the blanket off of him, but he stirred and grabbed it tighter. I laughed and told him he was "ticklish." I tried again, this time managing to pull the blanket off of him. But as it slid down, I gasped and quickly covered him back up.

Morning wood. Of course he would greet me with that. I couldn't help but feel a flush of attraction as I looked at him. I told myself I was just trying to help him relax, but I couldn't deny the way my heart was racing.

I decided to let him sleep in a bit longer and sat on the edge of the bed. I started to gently rub his shoulders, my hands moving in slow, circular motions. I could feel the tension in his muscles start to ease as I rubbed.

But as I rubbed his shoulders, my hands started to wander. I told myself I was just trying to help him relax, but I couldn't ignore the way my heart was pounding in my chest. I started to rub his chest, my hands lingering on his nipples. I made a playful insult about him being "sensitive," but I couldn't deny the way my own body was responding to the touch.

I started to rub his thighs, my hands getting closer and closer to his crotch. I could feel his body tensing up, but I didn't stop. I told myself I was just trying to help him "get rid of that morning wood," but I knew I was enjoying it too much.

Finally, I reached his crotch and started to rub it through the blanket. I could feel him getting harder under my touch, but I didn't stop. I increased my pace, my hands moving faster and faster. I could feel him getting closer to climaxing.

I decided to take it to the next level and pulled the blanket off of him again. I started to stroke his shaft, my hands moving up and down. I leaned down and started to lick the tip of his shaft, my tongue swirling around. I could feel him getting closer and closer.

I started to stroke him faster and faster, my hands moving in sync with my mouth. I could feel him about to climax. I increased my pace even more, my hands and mouth moving as fast as they could. I could feel him on the brink.

And then he finally climaxed, his body shaking with pleasure. I sat back and smiled, proud of myself for helping him "get rid of that morning wood." I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I looked at him, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I stood up and walked out of the room, leaving him to bask in the afterglow.