The next morning, the sunlight streamed through the curtains. It was a beautiful, bright day. A perfect day for hunting terrorists and breaking hearts.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

A soft but rhythmic knocking sound came from the bedroom door.

Alex opened his eyes. He grinned instantly. A wide, predatory grin.

'Ah,' he thought, stretching his arms under the blanket. 'She is here. My little alarm clock. My energetic bunny. Right on time.'

He was expecting Marine. He was expecting the cute bear pajamas. He was expecting her to jump on the bed and maybe give him another "tongue lesson" before breakfast.

But Alex was a pro actor. He couldn't let her know he was awake and waiting like a creepy villain. No, he had to play the part!

He quickly wiped the grin off his face. He put on a mask of extreme sleepiness. He squinted his eyes until they were barely open. He let his mouth hang open a little bit.

"Mmmgh..." he groaned loudly. "Who is it...?"

He rolled out of bed. He was wearing only his boxer shorts, showing off his toned abs and his morning "situation."

He walked slowly to the door. Shuffle. Shuffle. He dragged his feet on the floor like a zombie.

He reached the door handle.

'Here comes the jump,' Alex thought, bracing himself.

He opened the door. Creak.

"Morning..." Alex mumbled, rubbing his belly with one hand and scratching his messy hair with the other. He let out a massive, fake yawn. "Yaaawwwwn... is that my energetic little..."

He looked down, expecting to see the short, bouncy Marine.

But he didn't see Marine.

He saw black silk. He saw lace. He saw a silver tray.

Standing there in the hallway, looking completely wide awake, with full makeup on and her hair perfectly curled, was Violet.

She was holding a steaming cup of black coffee on a fancy silver tray. She was smiling. But it wasn't a relaxed smile. It was a wide, manic, desperate smile. Her eyes were twitching slightly.

She had clearly woken up two hours early to paint her face and curl her hair just to prove a point!

"Good morning, Alex!" Violet chirped.

Her voice was an octave higher than usual. She was trying to sound young! She was trying to sound bubbly!

"I brought you your coffee! Just the way you like it! Hot and black!"

She pushed the tray towards him. She puffed out her chest, showing that she was still wearing the sexy nighty from last night (or maybe she washed it and put it back on? Or maybe she never slept?!).

Alex stopped rubbing his belly. He blinked. He looked left. He looked right. No Marine.

'Well, well, well,' Alex thought, his internal smirk returning. 'The MILF strikes back. She didn't listen to a single word I said. She is desperate to prove she isn't old.'

He looked at her trembling hands holding the heavy tray.

"Violet?" Alex asked, acting confused. "Where is Marine? I thought... I thought we agreed she would wake me up?"

Violet's smile twitched.

"Oh! Her?" Violet laughed nervously. "Ha ha! She is... sleeping! Poor child! She needs her rest! She is growing! Teenagers need twelve hours of sleep! But me? I have Boundless Energy! I am already up! I made coffee! I ironed your shirt! I watered the garden! See? No broken hips here!"

She did a little spin. Twirl. The coffee almost spilled! Wobble.

"Careful," Alex said, catching the cup just in time.

He looked at her. He looked at the desperation dripping off her like sweat.

"So," Alex leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "You disobeyed my orders, Violet? You decided to take the young girl's job?"

Violet flushed pink. She almost dropped the coffee tray again.

"Disobeyed?" Violet laughed nervously, a high-pitched sound. "Ha! No! Not at all! I just... I wanted to save Marine the trouble! And besides, I wanted to show you that I am not brittle! I am not fragile, Alex! I am flexible! I am athletic!"

She put the silver tray down on a small table in the hallway with a loud Clatter.

She stepped back. She decided right then and there to prove her youth. She wasn't going to jump on him (that was too undignified for a lady in silk), but she was going to show him her Curves. She was going to show him that her body could move just as well as a teenager's!

"Watch this!" Violet announced.

She spread her legs slightly. She put her hands on her hips. And then, she started to do Morning Squats.

In her short, black silk nighty!

Dip.

She went down. She bent her knees. She stuck her butt out as far as it could go.

"One!" she counted loudly.

She stood back up.

Dip.

"Two!"

She went down again. This time, she went lower. She made sure her rear end was facing Alex. She made sure the silk fabric tightened around her ample, mature glutes. She was practically wiggling it in his face!

"See?" Violet panted slightly, trying to hide her breathlessness. "I have... great... knees! No popping sounds! I am full of... vitality!"

Alex watched her. He leaned against the doorframe, sipping the coffee she brought him. Slurp.

He watched her butt go up and down. He watched her cleavage bounce with gravity.

'She is trying so hard,' Alex thought, amused. 'She looks ridiculous. But... she does have a nice ass for her age.'

He decided to intervene. He decided to play the role of the strict gym teacher.

"Stop," Alex commanded.

Violet froze in the middle of a squat. She was half-way down, her thighs burning.

"W-what?" she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Am I too fast for you?"

"No," Alex shook his head, putting on a serious, disappointed face. "Your form. It is terrible, Violet. It is completely off."

"Off?" Violet straightened up, looking hurt. "But... I watched a video! I thought it was right! I kept my back straight!"

"Not at all," Alex tutted. Tsk tsk. "You are leaning forward too much. You are putting stress on your lower lumbar. If you keep doing that, you will definitely snap your spine. And then I will have to feed you soup in a wheelchair."

Violet gasped! "Wheelchair?! No!"

"Here," Alex put the coffee cup down. "Let me help you. Let me show you the correct posture. We can't have you getting injured, right?"

He walked up to her. Step. Step.

He stood right behind her. He stood so close that his chest was almost touching her back.

"Now," Alex whispered, his voice low and husky right next to her ear. "Assume the position again."

Violet gulped. Her heart started beating fast. Thump thump.

"O-okay..."

She bent her knees. She stuck her butt out again.

"Lower," Alex commanded.

She went lower.

"Now stay there."

Alex reached out his hands. He placed his large, warm palms on her waist.

"Your hips are too tight," Alex murmured.

His hands slid down. Slide. They went from her waist to her wide, soft hips. He gripped them firmly.

"You need to open up more. Relax the pelvis."

He pressed his body against her back. He molded himself to her.

Violet felt dizzy. His hands were hot! His breath was on her neck! This was supposed to be exercise, but it felt like something else entirely!

"Is... is this better?" Violet squeaked.

"Almost," Alex said. "But your center of gravity is wrong. Lean back against me. Trust me."

Violet leaned back. She pressed her bottom back.

And that was when she felt it.

Poke.

Something hard pressed against the crack of her ass.

At first, she thought it was his belt buckle. But then she remembered... he was wearing boxers! He didn't have a belt!

Then she thought maybe it was his phone in his pocket. But phones are rectangular and flat.

This object... this thing pressing firmly, insistently against her soft silk... was round. It was cylindrical. It was hot. And it was Throbbing.

Throb. Throb.

She felt it twitch against her glutes!

Violet's eyes went wide. She stopped breathing.

It was his Monster. It was the Morning Wood! It was fully awake!

She suddenly understood what he meant by "wake him up."

"Alex..." Violet whispered, her face turning crimson red. "Is... is that..."

"My form?" Alex whispered back, grinding his hips slightly forward, pressing the hard length deeper into the curve of her behind. "Yes. My form is perfect. Can you feel how... awake I am now, Violet?"

Violet trembled. Her legs felt weak, and not because of the squats!

"I... I..."

"You said you had energy," Alex teased, his hands squeezing her hips tighter, pulling her onto his hardness. "You said you weren't brittle. Can you handle the pressure, Violet? Can you handle the morning alarm?"

Violet was speechless. She was stuck in a squat, held by her step-son, with a raging boner poking her butt!

And the worst part?

She liked it. She liked it way more than the squats!

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