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Stepmom helps out 1

... added quickly. "I can give you some pointers, ask some questions, alright? "Okay," I said, unable to say anything else. I wasn't sure if she was k**ding, or if she even meant what I hoped she meant. She stood up, stretching slowly and yawned. Her t-shirt rose up and I could see more and more of her thighs until I finally saw the first glimpse of her pink underwear. Her legs were slightly parted and her underwear was soaked through—I guess dad came inside her. She leaned forward and put her arms on my shoulders, looking me straight in the eye. "We'll start tomorrow," she said. "And you're going to have to do what I say, how I say it. Okay?" I nodded, and she continued. "You can't tell anyone about this. And you have to answer any questions I ask truthfully." Again I nodded and she stood up. She put her hands on her hips, and then said "Your dad and Liz will be out most of tomorrow, we can start first thing." She surprised me and leaned in, kissed me on top of the head, and the started to walk out the door. She stopped halfway, and turned around. "See you in the morning." She stepped into the hall and closed my door. I slid my hand down my pants and started to stroke myself; I came before she even made it across the hallway. I woke up early the next day wondering if Annie had been k**ding with me as a way to get back at me. I paced my room for a while until I heard one, then two cars leave the driveway. I changed, pausing twice in the mirror for some reason, and headed ...

... downstairs. Annie was waiting for me in the kitchen. She wore tight, black yoga pants and a sports bra, fresh from her morning workout. Her skin glistened and her ample cleavage popped out at me. "In case you are wondering, I was not k**ding with you last night. I'm going to give you some pointers." "Thanks," I said, causing her to giggle. "I can't believe I'm even talking about this out loud to you," she said. She hopped onto the kitchen counter, her breasts jiggling as she did do. "I'll ask you some questions while you have breakfast." I fixed myself some food, looking over at her every so often. She looked at me expectantly, but said nothing until I was halfway through my breakfast. "So, um," she paused, biting her lip. "Does it always happen early? And, is it only with a girl, or do you last longer when you're by yourself." "Well," I said, blushing. "This is so weird to say out loud to you. Yeah, it's all the time, doesn't matter if it's just me or with a girl." It was mortifying to say that out loud, but at the same time Annie always helped me with my problems so it seemed natural to tell her. "Okay," she said, relaxing a little. "Anything else about it that's concerning you? You know, like any trouble getting an erection?" "Oh god, no," I said, and she laughed hard. "Everything seems okay. I mean, as far as I can tell. Do you think it's medical?" "No," she said. "I think you're probably just too sensitive down there, plus you're probably overthinking things. Your dad was the ...