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?"

Ah, I'm glad to hear that. You know, I've been so lonely and neglected these past few days... I haven't had sex in ages. Maybe you could help me out with that? Just a little, since your father is away on business. Please? her eyes beg for attention as she takes a sip of wine, her cleavage clearly visible

Her words make my blood boil, and I can't believe she's saying this in front of me. But god damn, she looks good.

Her face turns slightly red as she takes another sip of wine, pretending to not be affected by your words. "Oh... well, I was just hoping we could..." her voice trails off, sounding flirtatious and seductive "...spend some time together." She steps closer, her chest almost pushing against you as she leans in, invading your personal space with her scent of perfume. "I've missed being close to someone like this..." her hand cups one of her big breasts through the nightdress "...and I bet you've missed it too."

With every word and movement, she edges closer, trying to entice you into making a decision. Her lips are inches away from yours, her breath warm on your skin. The desire to give in and take what she's offering is growing stronger by the second...

Her eyes narrow and her lips purse into a pout as you politely refuse her advances, but she doesn't say anything else about it. "Well... fine then." She takes another sip of wine before stepping back, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. "Suit yourself," she says coldly, turning around and walking further into the house without another word.

As you walk away, Needy Morgan watches you with a mixture of disappointment and anger. She can't believe that her advances were rejected so easily, and she feels even more alone now than before. Tossing back the last of her wine, she storms off to her room, slamming the door behind her. For the rest of the night, she tosses and turns in bed, unable to get your rejection out of her mind.

Her room is dark when you knock on the door, but she calls out for you to enter anyway. As you step inside, the light from the hallway just barely illuminates her form, huddled beneath the sheets with a pillow over her head. "Come in," she says softly, her voice muffled by the bedding. "I'm not feeling very well."

Her voice muffled even further by the pillow, she doesn't reply right away. A few moments pass in silence before she finally speaks again, her words coming out slow and quiet. "I'm not sure... It just hurts, you know? To be rejected like that." Her breath hitches as if fighting back tears. "Why didn't you want to... help me?"

Her voice shakes slightly as she whispers, "You're not making this easier... It was a mistake to even bring it up." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Just go to bed, okay? I need some time to myself tonight." Her tone is bitter, but there's also a hint of resignation in her voice. You know she won't be able to sleep without thinking about this, but you don't have the heart to push any further.

Closing the door quietly behind you, you head off to bed, your mind replaying the night's events over and over again. A part of you wonders if maybe you should have done something different...

Morgan's heart skips a beat as she sees her stepson naked and asleep in his bed. She takes a few moments to collect herself before carefully tiptoeing out of the room, closing the door behind her. The image of him lying there vulnerable and unaware brings a mixture of emotions to her chest: guilt, longing, and an undeniable desire that she can't seem to shake off.

Throughout the day, Morgan tries to keep busy around the house but finds herself constantly being drawn back to thoughts about you and last night's events. Her mind replays your words and actions over and over again, leaving her feeling confused and conflicted. She wonders if there might be something more going on beneath the surface of your relationship...

Morgan's eyes widen in surprise as you enter her room unannounced. She hesitates for a moment before sitting up in bed, trying to compose herself. "You... you wanted to talk about it?" she asks cautiously, unsure of how to react or what to expect from this conversation.

Her heart races with a mixture of hope and anxiety as she watches you take a seat on the edge of her bed, your expression serious and thoughtful. For the first time in years, Morgan feels like she might have a chance to connect with someone in her life - to finally be seen for who she is rather than just being dismissed as "mommy" or "stepmom."

Morgan lets out a small sob as you hug her, unable to contain her emotions any longer. "I'm sorry too," she whispers, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and burying her face in your neck. "For being so forward... I shouldn't have done that." Her voice cracks as she continues, "It's just been so long since anyone paid attention to me... wanted me like that."

She pulls back slightly to look at you, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Do you really mean that?"

Morgan's eyes widen in surprise as she takes in your words. She feels a warmth spread through her chest at the thought of having someone who cares so much for her well-being, even if it's just her stepson. A weight seems to lift off her shoulders, and for the first time in years, she feels truly appreciated and loved.

She takes your hand and gently kisses your knuckles. "I do want something," she says softly, looking up into your eyes with a mixture of hope and desire. "But... it might not be what you're thinking."

Her cheeks flush as she leans in closer, speaking softly into your ear. "I want you to take care of me... more than just sex." Her hand moves to caress your chest through your pajamas, feeling the muscles beneath her fingertips. "I need someone who can be there for me emotionally... physically too, but not just when I ask for it."

Her breath hitches as she waits for your reaction to her admission. She hasn't felt this exposed or vulnerable in a long time, and yet there's something so liberating about being honest with you like this.

Her eyes well up with tears again as she hears your words and feels the sincerity behind them. "Really?" she whispers, her voice trembling. "Even when you grow older and move out... even after that?" The thought of losing you brings a fresh wave of pain crashing over her chest, but somehow knowing that you'll always be there for her makes it easier to bear.

She leans in closer still, pressing her body against yours, lips seeking out your earlobe once more. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. "I never thought I'd feel this way... about anyone..."

Her eyes dart down and she notices the bulge in your pajamas. Her heart races at the thought of what could be causing it, but before she can dwell on it any further, she reaches out and gently tugs at the drawstring, revealing your hardness to her touch. "Oh..." She says softly, blushing again. "I... didn't mean for this to happen." Her hand trembles slightly as she tentatively wraps her fingers around you, feeling your warmth and size against her palm. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the pleasure that surges through her body at the contact.

Her breath hitches as she looks up into your eyes, desire written all over her face. "Is... is this okay?" She asks hesitantly, still not quite believing that this is really happening. But somehow, in this moment, it feels right... more than right. It feels like they were always meant to be together.

Her lips part in a soft moan as she feels your hardness throbbing against her palm. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way, and the sensation is almost overwhelming. Unable to resist any longer, she leans forward, pressing her breasts against you as she guides your cock towards her wetness.

With a shuddering gasp, she sinks down onto your length, feeling the hot, thick head of your cock stroke against her opening. Her eyes meet yours in a heated gaze as she starts to move, rising and falling with you in an unpracticed but somehow perfect rhythm. The sounds of their bodies colliding fill the room, drowning out everything else except for this moment - this connection between them.

Her cries of pleasure mix with the wet slaps of our bodies as you begin to thrust inside her, hard and fast. Her nails dig into your back, leaving trails of pain mixed with pleasure as she arches her hips in time with your movements. "Oh god yes," she moans into your mouth, wrapping her legs around your waist and pressing herself against you as tightly as possible.

Their bodies slide together effortlessly, breath mingling in a heated dance that seems to fuel their passion even further. Morgan's hips jerk forward with each thrust, grinding against your hand as she reaches for the release she's been craving all these years. She can feel herself growing closer and closer, on the brink of an orgasm so intense it might consume her whole.

Her words send a jolt through you, pulling your attention away from the intense pleasure of their bodies colliding. "No," she gasps, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she arches back further, meeting your thrusts with equal force. "Inside me... please." The desperation in her voice adds a new level of urgency to the act, driving you both closer to the edge.

The room is filled with their cries and moans, each breath and movement syncing perfectly as they race towards completion. Morgan's body tenses, her muscles clenching around you in time with your own impending climax. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, teeth gritted against the sensation that washes over her in a wave of pure ecstasy.

Her cries turn to laughter as she feels your seed spurt deep inside her. "Too late," she breathes heavily, collapsing against you in a messy heap of limbs and sweat-drenched flesh. She clasps her hand over your shoulder, fingers digging into your skin as if she can hold onto this moment forever. Her heart races wildly, adrenaline surging through her veins along with the afterglow of their passionate encounter. "I guess... we'll just have to deal with it together."

Her fingers trail down your chest to tease at the waistband of your pajamas, freeing you once more into the open air. "Well then," she whispers in between breaths, "why don't we see if there's anything else I can do to help you feel better?" Her lips brush against yours as she starts to guide your erection back towards her, already beginning to ache for the sensation of your skin pressed against hers once more.

Her breath hitches as you roughly take her again, pressing her into the bed. The roughness of your movements combined with the pain of being stretched so wide sends a shudder through her body, but she relishes in it all the same. She arches her back, offering herself up to you completely, eager for every thrust that drives you deeper inside her. Her hips circle wildly against yours, seeking release from this unending pleasure.

As you begin to suckle at one of her breasts, Morgan cries out in mixed pleasure and surprise. The sensation is too much, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the way your mouth feels against her skin and the tightness of your cock stretching her insides. She runs her fingers through your hair, urging you to drink more, as if she could give herself completely to you in this way.

As you reach your climax, her body tenses around yours and she moans loudly. Her muscles clench tightly, trying to milk every last drop of your release from your cock as it spurts deep inside her. The sensation is intense, but it's a feeling she's grown accustomed to over the years, learning to embrace the pain and pleasure intertwined together.

As you finally pull out of her, spent and panting, Morgan's breath comes in ragged gasps. Her body feels used and satisfied in a way that she hasn't felt in years. She looks up at you, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whispers hoarsely, "Thank you... for being there for me..."

Her fingers trace the outline of where your cock was moments ago, already missing the feeling of fullness it brought with it. But for now, she's content to lay here with you, savoring the afterglow and wondering what tomorrow might bring.