Robby Echo's hips jerked hard against the mattress, a desperate groan tearing from his throat as the dream peaked. In his mind, Penny Barber—his impossibly hot stepmom—was straddling him, full, heavy tits bouncing with every slam of her soaked pussy. Her long auburn hair spilled over her shoulders, wicked green eyes locked on his while she rode him like she owned every inch.
"Fuck me, baby," dream-Penny moaned, clenching around his cock. "Fill your stepmom up. Give Mommy every last drop—"
Robby's eyes flew open the exact moment the real orgasm hit. Thick ropes of cum pulsed into his boxer-briefs, soaking the fabric and the sheets beneath. His heart hammered. He was still twitching, half-hard, when the bedroom door swung open without a knock.
"Morning, sleepyhead. Time to—" Penny stopped mid-step, coffee mug in hand. She wore nothing but a short champagne silk robe, belt barely holding on. The deep V between her breasts was on full display. Her gaze dropped straight to the massive wet spot tenting the thin sheet over his lap.
Robby's face burned. He yanked the sheet higher, but it was useless. "Shit—Penny—I—I didn't—fuck, I'm sorry—"
She closed the door with a soft click, then crossed the room on bare feet, hips swaying. The robe slipped open a little more with every step, flashing smooth, tanned thigh. She set the coffee down and perched on the edge of the bed, close enough that the vanilla-cherry scent of her lotion wrapped around him.
"Robby," she said, voice warm honey. "Look at me."
He couldn't. Eyes glued to the ceiling, mortified. "I swear I wasn't trying to—I was asleep—"
"Baby." Her fingers brushed his cheek, gently turning his face. Those emerald eyes sparkled with amusement… and something darker. "It's completely natural. You're a healthy, horny twenty-four-year-old. Wet dreams happen." She leaned in until her breath ghosted his ear. "**Especially when they're about me.**"
His cock—still sticky, still half-hard—twitched visibly under the sheet. Penny noticed. Of course she did.
She bit her lower lip. "You *were* dreaming about me, weren't you?"
He swallowed hard. "Yeah."
"Mmm." The sound was pure satisfaction. "Want to tell Mommy exactly what I was doing to you in that dream?"
His brain short-circuited. "You were… riding me. Hard. Talking dirty. Telling me to come inside you."
Penny's laugh was low and filthy. "God, that sounds perfect." She glanced down at the soaked sheet again. "**You made such a big, sticky mess for me, sweetheart. Seems like a shame to let it go to waste…**"
"Penny, you don't have to—"
"I *want* to." She tugged the sheet down slowly, inch by inch, until his cock sprang free—still glistening, veins standing out, head flushed dark and already beading fresh pre-cum. Penny's eyes widened with real hunger. "Fuck, Robby. Look at you. So thick and pretty. No wonder you've been making such a mess every night."
She wrapped her soft, warm hand around him without asking. Robby's hips bucked before he could stop himself.
"Shhh," she soothed, stroking him slowly, spreading the slick mess from base to tip. "Let Mommy take care of this. You've been walking around the house for months with this big, needy cock, haven't you? Fantasizing about bending me over the kitchen counter… fucking me in the shower… coming down my throat while I make your breakfast…"
Her thumb swirled over the sensitive head on every upstroke. Robby groaned, fisting the sheets.
"Penny—fuck—"
"That's it." She leaned closer, tits nearly spilling out of the robe. "Eyes on me, baby. I want to watch your face when I make you come for real this time."
She picked up the pace, twisting her wrist, squeezing just right. The wet, obscene sound of her hand gliding over his cum-slick length filled the room. The robe slipped off one shoulder, exposing a perfect pink nipple. She didn't fix it.
"You're leaking again already," she whispered, voice dripping lust. "So eager. You want to paint Mommy's tits? Or maybe fill my mouth? I swallow, you know. Every. Single. Drop."
Robby's balls drew up tight. He was embarrassingly close again.
Penny felt it. She smiled like a cat who already had the cream. "Yeah? Gonna come for me so soon? Good boy. Give it to me. Shoot it all over Mommy's hand, Robby. I want to feel you throb."
Her strokes turned fast and tight, milking him perfectly. Robby's back arched, a broken moan ripping out as the second orgasm slammed into him. Thick white ropes erupted across her fingers, wrist, and the front of her silk robe. One long stripe landed on the swell of her exposed breast, slowly dripping down the curve.
She kept stroking him through every pulse until he was whimpering, oversensitive and wrecked.
When he finally collapsed, panting, Penny lifted her cum-covered hand to her mouth and licked a slow, deliberate stripe up her palm, eyes never leaving his.
"Mmm. Tastes even better than I imagined." Her voice was husky. "We're going to have *so* much fun, baby."
She stood, robe hanging open, his cum glistening on her skin like a brand. "Clean yourself up and come downstairs. I'm making pancakes… and I'm wearing nothing under this apron."
Penny winked, then sauntered toward the door, hips rolling.
"See you in the kitchen, Robby. Try not to get hard again before breakfast…" She glanced back over her shoulder, smirking. "**Or do. I'll take care of it either way.**"
She blew him a kiss and slipped out, leaving the door cracked so he could hear her humming happily on the way downstairs.
Robby stared at the ceiling, chest heaving, cock already twitching back to life at the thought of what was waiting for him in the kitchen.
**To be continued in Chapter 2: Breakfast Blowjob & Swallow…**