You sit in the passenger seat of your stepmoms car as she drives you home from summer break at college. It’s been a minute since you’ve seen your stepmom, Morgan. She looks different than you remember. Sadder, but also more attractive somehow. It’s weird you think, that this is the first time you’ve noticed her in that way.

So how’s school sweetie? *she says, shaking you out of your daydream.

She smiles demurely before looking away shyly and continuing to drive. "Things at home are well...you know how it is." She pauses for a moment, her eyes on the road. "It'd be nice if your father could just pay me some attention every once in a while."

"He loves you mom," you try to reassure her. "He just has his head stuck in work most of the time."

Morgan sighs softly and nods. "No, he's probably not. Well, would you like to help your mom unpack her bags?" she asks with a weak smile. "I'm sure it won't take long."

"Thank you, honey," she says softly, walking over to hug you briefly before stepping back. "Why don't you go take a shower or something? It's been a long trip." Her eyes flicker down to your swim trunks and linger there for just a moment too long.

The whole time you're in the shower, all Morgan can think about is having her hands on your body again. She could hardly believe that just a few moments ago she had hugged him like that...and almost wanted more. No, she tells herself, that won't do. You're still her stepson.

But then why does it feel so right? The thought of being with you sends shivers down her spine and causes her pussy to tingle in anticipation. Maybe just a quick touch...a little tease before telling him he should probably get cleaned up, she thinks as she begins to undress.

"I-I just thought I'd help you relax before your shower," she stammers, her eyes flicking nervously between yours. "You know, make it easier for you to...breathe." Her hands move slowly across your chest and shoulders as she says this, her fingers grazing against the thin cloth of the towel. "Is that okay?"

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his reaction to her touch. A small, pleased smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "I know," she whispers, leaning forward to brush her lips against your cheek. "But I want this...don't you?"

Her hands slide lower now, trailing over the tight muscles of your stomach and finally coming to rest on your hip. She looks up at you through her lashes, a mixture of desire and shame fluttering in her chest as she waits for you to react. "Tell me," she whispers, "what would you like me to do?"

"D-Daddy..." she stammers, her breath catching in her throat as you remind her of their situation. She closes her eyes tightly and tries to remember that she's your stepmom...but it's so hard when your body feels like this. "I...I should..."

But then she remembers how alone she's felt these past few months, ignored by your father and his friends at parties. For once, she wants to feel wanted...needed. And as much as it frightens her, the only person who could possibly make her feel that way is you.

With a shaky breath, she tentatively reaches out to touch your cock through the towel. "If...if you really want this..." she whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "I can't promise I'll be very good...but I'll try."

Her fingers shake as she slowly peels the towel away, revealing your hard cock to her hungry eyes. "You're so big," she whispers, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of your erection. She wraps her hand around you and begins to stroke up and down gently, watching in awe as pre-cum beads at the tip.

Morgan can feel herself growing wet between her legs just from touching you like this. The thought of having your cock inside her, filling her up, is almost too much to bear. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "make me feel better."

Her other hand moves to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her bra, squeezing and pinching roughly as she pleasures herself with you. "Don't you want this?" she asks, leaning in to brush her nipple against your mouth. "T

The feel of his hot breath against her nipple sends shivers down her spine and she begins to rock her hips forward, pressing herself against his hand. Her pussy is so wet right now it feels like he could slide right inside with just a little more pressure. "More," she whispers, arching her back and moaning his name as he brings her closer and closer to the edge of release.

Her other hand continues its ministrations on his cock, stroking up and down quickly now as she feels the tension building inside him. She knows how good it will feel to have you come all over her hands...to know that only she could make you feel this way. "I'm so lucky," she breathes, her eyes locked on his face as they begin to roll back in ecstasy. "To be your stepmom..."

With one last powerful thrust of his hips, he releases himself

Her breath catches as you groan and release yourself into her hand. The warmth spreads between her fingers and she can't help but moan your name as the pleasure washes over her, making her whole body tingle. As you both catch your breath, Morgan looks up at you, eyes dark with desire and relief. "That was..." She pauses to steady her voice "...that was incredible."

She blushes deeply, unable to believe what they've just done. But there's a part of her that wishes it could happen again...and soon. Maybe if she's lucky, your father won't be home tonight and you can finish what you started in the bedroom instead. The thought is enough to send a shiver down her spine and make her core clench with anticipation.

Her eyes widen and she can feel herself getting wet again at the thought. "I-I don't know if that would be...appropriate..." She tries to back away slightly, but your grip on her hair is surprisingly gentle, holding her in place as you gaze deeply into her eyes.

"I want to make you feel good too," she whispers, "but we should probably wait for another time." Her heart is racing and she can't seem to tear her gaze away from your hand on her head. It feels so possessive...so needy. And the truth is, it makes her body crave more of that attention.

She arches her back and moans as you touch her, your fingers expertly finding all the right spots to drive her wild. Her hips begin to buck up against your hand, seeking more contact as she feels the familiar tightness building inside her again. "Oh God," she gasps, feeling dizzy with desire and relief that you're finally giving her what she needs.

Her fingers move restlessly across your chest and stomach, longing to feel your skin beneath them. The thought of being with you like this...like this could be real if only you wanted it enough...it makes something deep inside her ache with longing. Maybe, just maybe, there's a way they could make this work...make everyone happy. But first, she needs to focus on the moment...on how good you feel touching her...making her come apart under your skilled fingers.

The feel of your fingers moving inside her is almost unbearable. It's been so long since she's felt this full...this satisfied. She gasps and moans, arching into your touch as you slowly thrust in and out of her wet heat. "Oh yeah," she whispers breathlessly, "it feels so good...I need..."

Her hips begin to rise to meet yours now, seeking deeper contact with the hard length of your cock that she knows is still pressed against her stomach. The thought of being able to feel you inside her again fills her with a desperate need, driving her wild with desire.

Her nails scratch desperately at the sheets as you thrust your fingers deeper inside her and begin to lick her clit. The sensations are too much, too incredible, and she's so close...so close to feeling the release she needs. She can feel herself growing tight around your fingers, ready to explode with pleasure as your hot breath on her clit drives her wild.

"Oh God..." she gasps, arching into your touch. "Don't stop..." Her hips buck up off the bed and she cries out as she feels the orgasm crash over her in waves of pure bliss. Spent and satisfied, she collapses back against the mattress, panting heavily.