Morning Wood

As I slowly woke up the next day, my body was already betraying me with a sharp and undeniable arousal. My cock strained against the sheets, creating an awkward bulge that seemed to mock me as I laid there. It was a cruel reminder of the frustrating and unsatisfying night before, but I tried to convince myself that it was all just a hazy dream. The lingering scent of passion and sweat still hung in the air, making it difficult to deny the reality of what had happened. My mind raced with conflicting emotions as I struggled to come to terms with the intense desires that had consumed me in the heat of the moment.

I made my way to the shower, the hot water cascading over my body as I tried to wash away the guilt and desire that consumed me. It was the only way I could take care of my needs without going crazy, without giving in to the forbidden temptation that burned inside me.

Squeezing out extra shampoo, I used it as lubricant, my hand moving in a steady rhythm as I stroked my already throbbing member. The memory of last night's encounter with Tiffany, my girlfriend's daughter, lingered in my mind like a bittersweet dream. It felt so wrong but oh so right. As I picked up speed, lathering my sex with determination, her image filled my thoughts once again.

Closing my eyes, I let myself fully indulge in the taboo fantasy. Every touch, every moan, every gasp drove me closer to the edge. The steam from the shower surrounded me like a hazy veil, heightening the intensity of my arousal. The water hitting my skin felt like her fingers caressing me, igniting every nerve in my body.

But as much as I wanted her, as much as she consumed me, I knew it was wrong. Yet at that moment, all that mattered was the pleasure coursing through me and the forbidden fruit that I couldn't resist tasting

And then, there was a sudden bang at the bathroom door.

The pleasure coursing through my body was overwhelming as I moaned out Tiffany's name, lost in the moment. But there was no response from her, and then suddenly she appeared in the bathroom with me.

"Do you want me?" she asked innocently, a hint of accusation in her voice. "Were you going to cheat on me?" Tiffany backed me against the shower wall, her arm getting wet in the process. "I was just trying to help you not cheat, and you couldn't even wait for me."

But as she spoke, she began to remove her clothing piece by piece until she stood naked before me. My throbbing cock was begging for release, but Tiffany took control and massaged every inch of my trembling body with agonizing slowness. Her delicate touches sent shivers down my spine as she washed away all the tension and stress from my day. She gave special attention to my cock, kneeling down in the shower to inspect it up close before teasing me with her mouth. It felt like an eternity until she finally stopped and dried me off with a towel, reminding me that it was "no nut November." The experience left me breathless and grateful for Tiffany's tender touch.

As we were discussing our plans for the day, my friend Sara interjected with an unexpected announcement. "Oh, one more thing," she chimed in with a chipper tone. "She'll be joining you on your commute to and from work. It's no trouble, as she needs a ride anyway." I couldn't help but feel a tinge of annoyance at the sudden addition of another passenger to my daily routine. As I muttered my thanks, Tiffany continued to speak, seemingly oblivious to my reaction. "Every day until mom comes home, she can ride with you," she said with a smile that hinted at mischief. I could tell she was enjoying getting a rise out of me. Before I could protest or ask for more information about this mystery passenger, “tonight you can choose between me and sara” she said. She waved goodbye and took off running.