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I am 15 M and I was sleeping late during the Holiday. I just woke up and had raging morning wood. I am told I am pretty large down there, and this morning I was standing tall, thru the button hole of my shorts.

I heard my step mom coming down the hallway and she opens my door slowly and I pretended to be sleeping. I was laying there, fully erect and she stared at me saying nothing. Next I feel her sit on the side of the bed and she touches me there and strokes it. I was fully erect and I am like OK, go ahead.. still pretending to sleep as she is gently touching me up and down the shaft.

Next, I feel warm and wet down there and realize she has me in her mouth. She is licking me all over and moaning softly as she takes nearly all of me in her mouth. I sneak a peak and her head is bobbing up and down on my shaft and it feels incredible.

She stops doing that, and gets off the bed and I am like of sh@t don’t stop… she took off her t-shirt and p******, and climbed on top of me and guided me inside her wetness. It felt wonderful, to wet and tight, she was riding mew like a pro that could not get enough. I opened my eyes and she was holding her bre@sts and pinching her n@pples with her eyes closed as she raised up and down. I could feel her muscles tighten around my shaft as she has each org@sm. I guess at least 3, maybe 4 times.

This was incredible. I moaned and said out loud I am going to…. and she opened her eyes and looked at me as I released inside of her. She did not stop, she seemed to enjoy making me release my load inside of her… we were both soaked and spent…

She put her finger up to her mouth, as if to say don’t say anything, this is our secret. She climbed off of me and picked up her shirt and walked out of the room… never said a word about it…. hope it happens again.

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I have been living in my coworker’s attic for four months, and what started as pure survival has turned into a terrifying, secret love. I initially slipped inside through his unlocked side door out of desperation after losing my apartment, learning to navigate the quiet rhythms of his life only when he left for work. But lately, my isolation has morphed into a deep, agonizing intimacy; I find myself listening to the soft acoustic guitar melodies he plays at midnight, touching the books he leaves on the coffee table, and smelling the faint scent of his cologne on the towels. It grew even more intense when he started leaving a fresh plate of dinner on the kitchen counter every night before bed, whispering into the dark, “Just in case you’re hungry, spirit.” Yesterday, I accidentally dropped a mug in the kitchen, and when he rushed into the room, the raw, frantic terror in his eyes wasn’t for his own safety—it was for mine. I am utterly terrified to come down and face reality, but as I watch him from the shadows, I realize I am even more terrified of ever having to leave him.

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I have been living in my coworker’s attic for four months, and what started as pure survival has turned into a terrifying, secret love. I initially slipped inside through his unlocked side door out of desperation after losing my apartment, learning to navigate the quiet rhythms of his life only when he left for work. But lately, my isolation has morphed into a deep, agonizing intimacy; I find myself listening to the soft acoustic guitar melodies he plays at midnight, touching the books he leaves on the coffee table, and smelling the faint scent of his cologne on the towels. It grew even more intense when he started leaving a fresh plate of dinner on the kitchen counter every night before bed, whispering into the dark, “Just in case you’re hungry, spirit.” Yesterday, I accidentally dropped a mug in the kitchen, and when he rushed into the room, the raw, frantic terror in his eyes wasn’t for his own safety—it was for mine. I am utterly terrified to come down and face reality, but as I watch him from the shadows, I realize I am even more terrified of ever having to leave him.

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