Stepmom’s Daughter Craves My Morning Wood Before School
The house was silent, save for the soft hum of the old water heater and the distant drip of the faucet in the kitchen. I had just stepped out of the shower, a towel slung low on my hips, still half-asleep and thinking about the day ahead. That’s when I heard her bedroom door creak open down the hall. My stepsister emerged in nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs, her dark hair a messy halo from a restless night’s sleep.
She padded toward me on bare feet, her eyes heavy-lidded but locked squarely on the thick bulge straining against the damp cotton of my towel. She didn’t say a word. She just pushed me backward into the guest bathroom, locked the door behind her, and dropped to her knees on the cold tile floor. The way she peeled that towel away was slow, deliberate, like she was unwrapping a gift she had been eyeing for months. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, testing its weight, and she let out a soft, guttural moan before her lips parted.
She took me all the way to the base without hesitation, her throat relaxing to accommodate every inch. Her tongue swirled around the head on every withdrawal, and her wide, innocent eyes never left mine as her spit pooled and dripped down my balls. She gagged deliberately, pushing herself further, savoring the taste of my precum. Her hands cupped my sack, massaging gently while she bobbed faster, wetter, dirtier. The sounds echoed off the porcelain tiles — slurping, gagging, her needy whimpers.
She pulled off just long enough to whisper, “I’ve wanted this since the day we moved in together,” before swallowing me whole again. I tangled my fingers in her hair and guided her rhythm, feeling the pressure building hard and hot in my gut. She took it all, milked every last drop down her throat, and licked her lips clean with a satisfied grin before tiptoeing back to her room, leaving me breathless against the sink, wondering how the hell I was supposed to function for the rest of the day.