When I first met my fathers girlfriend Steph I was genuinely surprised how hot she was. I had just turned twenty and was working at a local iron foundry leaving me pretty much exhausted most days due to the physical nature of the job. I regularly needed a good morning kick to raise me from my slumber.
On one such occasion a quiet gentle voice said “Time for work sweetheart” a delicate touch on my shoulder.
I turned towards the voice, unsure if I was dreaming, and saw Steph next to my bed. Her short brown hair framed her beautiful face, the white blouse slightly unbuttoned revealing a hint of cleavage as she leant forward, her lower half enveloped in tight denim.
“Morning” I croaked rolling onto my back.
Steph’s eyes moved almost imperceptibly to my blanket covered groin, my hardness barely contained by the material. She hurriedly looked away.
“Dad asked me to give you a knock” she said, her eyes focused on the wall behind me.
“Okay thanks” I replied laughing inwardly at her obvious embarrassment.
She turned and left my room quickly.
Over the next couple of weeks Steph was there to awaken me a few times, my morning wood never failing to attract her gaze fleetingly, but there was no mention of it between us.
Early one Friday morning that changed. I was actually awake well before my alarm but knowing that Steph had stopped for the night I had hatched a surprise for her. The pyjama bottoms I was wearing had a three button fly that I “accidentaly” forgot to close, my hardness free to the morning air.
Feigning sleep, my back facing my door, I casually kicked the covers off my lower body.
“Morning” said Steph her hand on my shoulder.
“Good morning” I replied wearily, stretching my arms above my head and rolling onto my back.
There was nothing fleeting about the direction of Stephs eyes this time as her vision locked onto my swollen head and hard shaft.
“Someone seems happy this morning” she said pointing at my wood.
The glint in her eyes convinced me to be brave “yeah seems that way whenever you wake me up” I said grinning “He has a mind of his own”
Steph smiled, her whole face radiant “Good job Dad has already left for work then”
I felt the warmth of her breath on my stiffness seconds before it slipped into her mouth. I gasped involuntarily as her tongue and lips brought me to the edge of explosion far too quickly. Fingers expertly massaged my sack as my seed began to edge ever closer to release. My fingers gripped my mattress as my life force flowed into her accepting throat, not a single cell going to waste as she drained me. As I laid back spent, turmoil and anxiety fighting at my psyche, Steph stood up, smiled sweetly and left the room…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/feq6y7/the_morning_wood_found_a_friend_mf_nsfw
Hot damn ?.
Is this a regular thing now?