You're standing there in your room, trying to act cool, but I see the nerves in your eyes. The girl coming tonight. The one whose name makes your cock stiffen under those jeans. I know what this party means to you. I know how badly you want to impress her, to touch her, to make her moan your name before the night is over. But I also know how you've struggled before, one hot look, one soft hand on your thigh, and you're already trembling, already on the edge, already ruined.
.
That’s why I’m not leaving you to figure this out on your own. Stepmom knows what’s best. And tonight, that means taking control before the doorbell even rings. You obey because you trust me. I don’t tease you with promises. I don’t play games you’re not ready for. I go straight to work. Your cock is already hard when I tell you to pull it out. Thick, flushed, leaking at the tip. You're so eager, so desperate for release, but you hold back. Not because you’re strong. Because I’m here. Because I’m watching. Showing you the rhythm, the slow drag up, the twist at the head, the firm pull down. Not too fast. Not too rough. Just enough. You follow my lead perfectly. Every stroke timed to my breath. Every twitch punished with a pause. I edge you until your balls tighten, until your back arches, until you’re whispering my name.
.
I want every drop drained before she even walks through the door. Finally, when I see that beautiful desperation in your eyes, I tell you to finish. To grip it tight. To pull hard. To fill your palm with every thick drop you’ve been holding back. I watch you erupt, pulse after pulse, moaning. I make you keep stroking until there’s nothing left, until you’re soft and spent and completely relaxed. Now you’re ready. Not because you’re confident. Because I made you confident. Because your Stepmom took care of you. I’ve emptied you, trained you, claimed you. When she leans in, when she whispers in your ear, when she slips her hand into your lap, you won’t jump. You won’t rush. You’ll just smile, slow and sure, and take your time. Because you already gave everything to me. And that means you have nothing to prove. This isn’t just a handjob. It’s the most intimate kind of control, the kind only a Stepmom who truly cares could give.
And when you finally do make her come, you’ll know it was me who made it possible. Because Stepmom knows what’s best.
WEEKEND WITH STEPMOM part 1 Stepmoms Birthday Gift JOI
You're standing there in your room, trying to act cool, but I see the nerves in your eyes. The girl coming tonight. The one whose name makes your cock stiffen under those jeans. I know what this party means to you. I know how badly you want to impress her, to touch her, to make her moan your name...
You're standing there in your room, trying to act cool, but I see the nerves in your eyes. The girl coming tonight. The one whose name makes your cock stiffen under those jeans. I know what this party means to you. I know how badly you want to impress her, to touch her, to make her moan your name before the night is over. But I also know how you've struggled before, one hot look, one soft hand on your thigh, and you're already trembling, already on the edge, already ruined.
.
That’s why I’m not leaving you to figure this out on your own. Stepmom knows what’s best. And tonight, that means taking control before the doorbell even rings. You obey because you trust me. I don’t tease you with promises. I don’t play games you’re not ready for. I go straight to work. Your cock is already hard when I tell you to pull it out. Thick, flushed, leaking at the tip. You're so eager, so desperate for release, but you hold back. Not because you’re strong. Because I’m here. Because I’m watching. Showing you the rhythm, the slow drag up, the twist at the head, the firm pull down. Not too fast. Not too rough. Just enough. You follow my lead perfectly. Every stroke timed to my breath. Every twitch punished with a pause. I edge you until your balls tighten, until your back arches, until you’re whispering my name.
.
I want every drop drained before she even walks through the door. Finally, when I see that beautiful desperation in your eyes, I tell you to finish. To grip it tight. To pull hard. To fill your palm with every thick drop you’ve been holding back. I watch you erupt, pulse after pulse, moaning. I make you keep stroking until there’s nothing left, until you’re soft and spent and completely relaxed. Now you’re ready. Not because you’re confident. Because I made you confident. Because your Stepmom took care of you. I’ve emptied you, trained you, claimed you. When she leans in, when she whispers in your ear, when she slips her hand into your lap, you won’t jump. You won’t rush. You’ll just smile, slow and sure, and take your time. Because you already gave everything to me. And that means you have nothing to prove. This isn’t just a handjob. It’s the most intimate kind of control, the kind only a Stepmom who truly cares could give.
And when you finally do make her come, you’ll know it was me who made it possible. Because Stepmom knows what’s best.
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