MILF Step-Mom Fixes Son’s Limp Dick (4K)

Title: “Confessions of a Step-Mom: Fixing My Son’s ‘Limp Dick’ Problem”

Dear Diary, today was a day I’ll never forget. My hot-blooded step-son, Tyrell, cornered me in the kitchen this morning, looking utterly distressed. The poor boy, at 18, was still dealing with the embarrassing condition known as “limp dick syndrome”. Despite his raging hormones and wet dreams, his penis would remain as flaccid as a wet noodle, leaving him frustrated and insecure.

As his concerned step-mom, I knew I had to take matters into my own hands, literally. I ushered Tyrell into my bedroom, away from prying eyes, and began my “healing” process. I was determined to “fix” this “limp dick” problem once and for all.

“Alright, baby, let’s see what we’re dealing with here,” I cooed, gently stroking Tyrell’s face. His eyes were fixed on my ample cleavage, peeking out from my low-cut top. I could see the desire burning in his eyes, but I had to be patient. Timing was everything.

Slowly, I began to unbuckle Tyrell’s belt, letting my fingers linger on the waistband of his jeans. I could feel his breath quickening, his heart pounding beneath his shirt. Carefully, I unzipped his fly, revealing the epicenter of our little problem – a soft, flaccid penis, as limp as a noodle.

“Now, don’t you worry, sweetheart,” I purred, wrapping my hand around his soft member. “Mommy’s gonna make it all better.”

I began to stroke him, slowly and gently, watching as his skin grew flushed and hot. I could feel his cock responding to my touch, growing harder and thicker in my hand. But just as quickly as it came, it deflated, leaving Tyrell frustrated and discouraged.

“Come on, baby,” I whispered, giving his cock a tender kiss. “You can do better than that.”

I slid down to my knees, taking his softened cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked, swirling my tongue around his sensitive tip. I could feel him beginning to grow hard again, but still, he remained only half-mast.

Undeterred, I stood up and began to undress, revealing my voluptuous body inch by inch. I could see the desire burning in Tyrell’s eyes as he watched me strip.

“Like what you see, baby?” I asked, giving him a seductive leer.

Tyrell nodded, his eyes drinking in every curve and crevice. I cupped my heavy breasts, squeezing them together and flicking my hard nipples. I could see the effect I was having on him, his cock twitching and bouncing in anticipation.

I climbed onto the bed, beckoning Tyrell to join me. As he lay beside me, I reached down and stroked his stiffening cock, coaxing it back to full hardness.

“That’s it, baby,” I moaned, my voice dripping with lust. “Get nice and hard for Mommy. I need that big, hard cock inside me.”

Tyrell didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock nudging against my wet entrance. With a deep, guttural moan, he thrust himself inside me, filling me completely.

I cried out in ecstasy, my body writhing beneath his. Tyrell was an eager lover, pounding into me with unrestrained passion. I met his every thrust, rocking my hips to take him deeper.

“Oh, Tyrell,” I gasped, my nails raking down his back. “Your cock feels so good inside me. Don’t stop!”

He didn’t stop. He fucked me hard and fast, his heavy balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his thick shaft.

“I’m gonna cum, Mommy,” Tyrell grunted, his rhythm growing erratic.

“Give it to me, baby,” I moaned, my voice rising with passion. “Fill me up with your hot, thick cum!”

With a guttural roar, Tyrell buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing with his release. I felt the warmth of his seed filling me, and I came undone, my body convulsing with the force of my climax.

We lay there for a while, our bodies intertwined and slick with sweat. Tyrell’s limp cock slipped out of me, a trail of his cum leaking out in its wake.

“You’re cured, baby,” I purred, planting a kiss on his lips. “Mommy’s fixing was a success.”

Tyrell grinned and nodded, his eyes heavy with satisfaction. “Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.”

And with that, our “little” problem was solved. Tyrell’s limp dick was a thing of the past, and I had the satisfaction of knowing I had “fixed” it. As for me, well, I was just happy I could help. Even if it meant getting “sideways” with my step-son to do it.