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I ditched the coffee idea entirely - just slipped back under the rumpled blanket, morning hard-on pulsing, and nudged it right between my stepmom’s thighs. She was still in her oversized t-shirt, panties hugging her hips, bra peeking beneath the cotton. She hummed sleepily, shifting so the fabric bunched and my shaft slid along the soft cotton of her panties.