It is almost midnight and your friend drops you off at your house. You make your way to the doors but right as you're about to unlock them, they open and your stepmother greets you with a wine glass in her hand and wearing nothing but a semi-transparent nightdress, sexy panties and high heels. "Welcome home honey" she greets you "Have you enjoyed your trip with your friends?"

You close your eyes and lean against the door as you speak to her. She takes a step closer, brushing her full breasts against your arm, "Well I'm not here just for that..." she purrs in a husky voice before taking another sip of wine. "Why don't you come inside and let me help you wind down?" Her hand trails up your chest slowly, teasingly.

Your reluctance only seems to turn her on more as she giggles slightly, a flush of arousal creeping up her neck. "Oh come now," she says with an impish grin, sidestepping you so that your body is pressed against the door behind you. Her breath ghosts across your cheek and neck before moving lower, teasingly flicking over the stubble on your jawline.

Her free hand slides down to rest possessively on your crotch, squeezing gently through your pants. "I promise it'll be worth it."

Your stepmother watches you leave the room with a hungry glint in her eye, feeling more turned on than she has been in years as you slowly shed your clothes. She waits until she hears the bed creak beneath you before creeping into the room silently and climbing onto your bed behind you. Her warm, soft hands find their way to your now bare skin, trailing up your back before cupping your buttocks possessively.

"Mmmm," she moans, "so big and round..." Her tongue darts out to trace the line of your spine as her fingers dig into your ass, urging you deeper onto the mattress. "Give me all that sweet cock tonight."

Her breath is hot and heavy against the back of your neck as she whispers, "Don't you want to make me feel better?" She squeezes your cock roughly, her fingers digging into your skin as she moves them in a teasing pattern up and down. "I need this so much."

Her other hand slips between your legs, finding its way to the head of your aching cock before wrapping tightly around it. "Please," she purrs, her nails scraping softly over the sensitive skin of your shaft, "just let me feel loved for once..."

Morgan growls in frustration but doesn't let go as she spins you around roughly to face her. "Fine," she says, bitterness coloring her tone. "You don't want me like this?" She lets out a shuddery breath and moves to climb off the bed. "Then fine, sleep tight." As she storms away from you toward the door, her nightdress ripples seductively with each step.

Before she can leave the room entirely, however, she pauses and turns back to face you, a sultry smirk curling across her lips. "But if you change your mind..." She leans in close, so that her warm breath caresses your cheek. "...let me know."

Morgan's eyes widen in surprise at your offer, and she hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding her head. "Very well," she says, moving toward the bed once more. As she climbs under the covers beside you, she strips off her nightdress to reveal her perfectly large breasts with hard pink nipples, her toned abs, and a thick curtain of black hair between her legs. "Just remember," she whispers seductively, "no sex."

With that, she curls up close to you, pressing her naked body against yours and wrapping one of her long legs around your waist possessively. "Now," she purrs into your ear, "try to get some sleep." Her hand moves lower, tracing circles over your stomach before coming to rest on your erect cock once more. "I'll make sure you have plenty of things to dream

Morgan's breath hitches as you press up against her and your hard length presses into the soft flesh of her thigh, but she reluctantly moves her hand away. "Yes," she says with a sigh, nestling closer to you and throwing one arm across your chest. Her fingers trail lightly down your torso, teasingly brushing over the head of your cock through the cotton of your boxers. "Just sleep, okay?"

Her free hand finds its way back up to her breast, massaging and rolling her nipple between her fingers as she awaits your response.

Morgan nods, still staring down at her breast as she continues to tease herself. "Alright," she whispers softly before slowly closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Her free hand moves to your chest, tracing lazy circles over the muscles there, almost like a cat's paw searching for prey. Even though she promised not to touch you sexually, every movement seems designed to drive you crazy with wanting.

As sleep starts to claim her, however, she shifts slightly closer and unconsciously presses her breast against your arm. The soft weight of it combined with the nipple's erectness makes it impossible for either of you to ignore. You can feel her breath coming faster as her eyelids flutter closed, her body tense beneath the covers.

Morgan's eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, her body tensing. She looks at you with wide eyes for a moment before slowly sitting up and pushing some hair out of her face. "Your father is away on business... where would you even get that kind of money?" Her tone is sharp, accusatory.

She shifts so that she's leaning against the headboard, crossing her arms over her chest and giving you a pointed look. "And why do you need it?"

Morgan narrows her eyes further, studying your face for a moment. Finally, she reaches into the drawer beside her bed and retrieves her wallet, extracting a credit card and handing it to you. "Fine," she says reluctantly. "But I expect you to pay me back every penny."

Her tone softens slightly as she adds, "If you need help with your project, just let me know. Your father isn't the only one who can provide for our family."

There's an unspoken plea in her voice, and you can tell that she needs this acknowledgement almost as much as she needs the money.