Am Morgen braucht sie den Schwanz ihres Stiefsohnes

Title: “Mischief in the Morning”

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, its golden rays gently caressing the clammy skin ofstein Fick, the young, virile son of the house. His body was a canvas of youthful energy, muscular and taunt, resting on a bed soaked in the sweat of a night of fitful dreams. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open as his mind slowly roused from the depths of slumber.

As his surroundings came into focus, Stein realized he was not alone in his bed. Lying beside him, her golden locks splayed across the pillow was his stepmother, Gertrude. Even in repose, her beauty was striking – the soft curve of her lips, the gentle swell of her breasts, the delicate line of her neck. At 45, Gertrude was still a picture of sensuality, her age only adding to her allure.

Stein watched her for a moment, his breath quickening as he felt a stirring in his loins. The sight of her, draped in a sheer nightgown, her skin glowing in the morning light, was arousing. He felt a wave of shame wash over him. This was his stepmother, his father’s wife. But then again, she looked so… inviting.

As if sensing his gaze, Gertrude’s eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him, a coy, knowing smile that sent shivers down his spine. “Good morning, sweetheart,” she purred, her voice husky from sleep. “Did you sleep well?”

Stein struggled to find his voice. “Ja, I… I did,” he managed, his words catching in his throat. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, a blush spreading across his face.

Gertrude sat up, the covers falling away to reveal the soft mounds of her breasts, barely contained by her nightgown. “You seem a little flushed, dear,” she said, leaning in closer. “Are you feeling alright?”

Stein swallowed hard, his eyes fixated on her cleavage. “I… I’m fine,” he stammered. “Just… still waking up, I guess.”

Gertrude’s hand rested on his thigh, her touch sending electric shocks through his body. “Well, perhaps I can help with that,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Before Stein could respond, Gertrude had straddled him, her weight pressing down on his hips. He could feel the heat of her core through the fabric of his boxers, could smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. His hands found her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he fought to control his breathing.

Gertrude leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck as she kissed and nipped at his skin. “I’ve been watching you, Stein,” she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. “Seeing the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. I know you want me.”

Stein moaned, his hips bucking upward instinctively. “I… I do,” he admitted, his voice trembling with need. “But we can’t… we shouldn’t…”

Gertrude silenced him with a kiss, her tongue thrusting into his mouth with a fierce passion. Stein surrendered to the sensation, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close as he returned the kiss with fervor.

Breaking away, Gertrude grinned down at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Your father won’t be back until tonight,” she reminded him, her hand sliding down to cup his growing bulge. “We have all day… and I intend to make the most of it.”

With that, she slid down his body, her hands and lips trailing fire along his skin. Stein watched, transfixed, as she settled between his legs, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers.

“Let’s see what we have here,” she purred, her voice dripping with sensuality as she tugged the fabric down, freeing his throbbing erection.

Stein gasped as the cool morning air hit his heated flesh, then groaned as Gertrude’s warm, soft hand wrapped around him. She stroked him slowly, teasingly, her thumb swirling around the sensitive head of his cock.

“Oh my, what a beautiful specimen you are,” she cooed, her eyes drinking in the sight of him. “I’ve been yearning for a taste of this for so long.”

Bending down, she ran her tongue along the length of him, from base to tip, savoring the salty taste of his skin. Stein’s breath caught in his throat, his head falling back against the pillow as he surrendered to the sensation.

Gertrude took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she enveloped him in her wet heat. She worked him with skill, her tongue swirling around him as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each movement.

Stein’s hands fisted in her hair, guiding her movements as his hips thrust upward, driving himself deeper into her throat. Gertrude gagged slightly, but the sensation only spurred him on, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent.

She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lip to the tip of his cock. “You like that, don’t you?” she purred, her voice hoarse. “You like fucking your stepmother’s face?”

Stein could only moan in response, his mind clouded with lust. Gertrude grinned, taking him back into her mouth with renewed fervor.

She worked him like a woman possessed, determined to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. Stein could feel his climax building, his balls tightening as the pressure in his groin became almost unbearable.

With a final, powerful suck, Gertrude pushed him over the edge. Stein cried out, his body convulsing as he emptied himself into her mouth, his seed hot and thick as it pumped down her throat.

Gertrude swallowed every drop, her tongue lapping at him until he was spent, his cock twitching with the aftershocks of his release.

As she climbed back up his body, a triumphant smile on her face, Stein knew he was in for a day of unbridled pleasure. And he couldn’t wait.