No, but morning is certainly eventful.

As the sun rises, so does your cock.

"C-c'mon, come out already." you hear a familiar voice say repeatedly, soft warm hands stroking your shaft early in the morning.

Your drowsiness fades quickly. Not even your younger days did you masturbate first thing in the morning. Probably.

It's Laura, whispering to your penis. "C'mon..."

As pleasurable her hands are, it's no match for Claire's handjob. You recall Claire's style, gentle but firm, at odds rates like the stock market. Laura's style is more straight forward and strokes at a constant rate.

Your precum is leaking, but you don't feel the orgasm coming.

You give Laura a good morning and she smiles, while still jacking you off. "How come your benefit juice isn't coming out?"

An idea arises.

You tell her you'll require more assistance than just her hands. Before you can suggest her mouth, or asking if she can get either Lisa or Claire to assist she lets go, and says:

"I know!"

She moves and sits in front of you on the bed. "Moms already know I'm helping you with your penis problem, so they're working on making breakfast right now."

She adjusts your dick between her feet, blushing. "Sorry if my feet can't get the juice out."

You didn't expect them to take such an initiative. The warmth of her soles has a different feeling than her hands. Oddly, you feel harder as you notice her painted toenails or light blue. Regardless you tell her to do her best.

"I will!" Laura begins to move her feet against your shaft.

She moves them in the same direction, then a different direction. Her toes move towards your leaking precum and rub the tip. She squeezes the tip with her toes. She even moves it sideways while brushing the tip.

You can tell she's unsure if she's doing the right thing and improvising but that adds a new sense of thrill. Her movements are a hit or miss, but when she gets a hit, it feels outstanding.

"I-is this working? Are you going to go soft?" She asks softly, partly worried if you're hurting.

Your hands grab the bedsheets, her toes curl and soles stroke you in two different directions, it's as if she's playing and not milking you. Your dick hardens even more, and you feel the thick white ropes about to make their appearance.

You tell Laura the juice is about to come out. She stops moving you with her feet and makes sure the arc of her soles clamp on the base. She leans forward, like a ballerina doing their stretches and closes her eyes. Her tongue dances around your crown.

You erupt, leaking, and shooting onto her face. It takes only a few seconds, but you cover a good portion of her face with your white seeds of lust. She licks the area around her lips. As your cock softens and loses its mass, you say your thanks, not to be rude.

"No problem," Laura says. "I'm going to share the juice with moms. Bye!"

She leaves your bare room and picks up her onesie from the earlier night. You groan as you get off the bed, feeling a bit drained, to say the least. You go freshen up and take care of personal hygiene in the restroom.

That footjob was unexpected. Maybe you shouldn't underestimate the obliviousness of these women. Anyway, it's time to eat a balanced breakfast.

You enter the living room and see the three ladies are already eating. You notice Laura's face is clean which you can assume is the handiwork of Claire and Lisa. You compliment Claire on her cooking like you did yesterday.

She's happy about the compliment and breakfast continues as all four of you enjoy a delicious meal.

You wonder, should you address the 'ghost' incident, or will they address it themselves?