My days with my stepmother

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I am an only child, 21 years old this year. My mother passed away shortly after giving birth to me, leaving my father and me to live together for 18 years.

My father was heartbroken for several years because of my mother's passing, always blaming her for leaving so soon and leaving him all alone. So, from the time I was little, he learned to take care of an infant, a fragile little life, and he never considered remarrying until I went to elementary, middle, and high school.

When I was 14, I asked my father to remarry, telling him that I was old enough to take care of myself and that he shouldn't waste his precious youth. At first, Dad disagreed, but he was only around 35 years old, still quite young. So I pleaded with him relentlessly, until he finally gave in and started dating a girlfriend. He got married when I was 16.

Of course, I was overjoyed that Dad had finally been moved by my words and married another woman. I showered them with attention, urging them to have another child, a younger brother or sister, so the house would be more lively. They both shyly agreed. But later, Dad secretly told me the truth: he was infertile. He said he had secretly gotten a vasectomy when I was in elementary school, which almost made me faint! I kept scolding him for being so "stupid"! Unexpectedly, my stepmother...

My stepmother was a very young, beautiful, and mature woman named Fang Wenshu. She was only 24 years old and had a great figure; her measurements, judging from her appearance, were probably 35-24-35. When I first saw her figure and face, my heart pounded wildly and couldn't stop for a long time.

I learned that my father was infertile six months after he married my stepmother. He told me this himself, and he even hinted that I should have a child with my stepmother. At first, I didn't pay attention, but when my father said it again, I was immediately shocked and said, "Dad... that's impossible... she's my mother!" But my father still insisted that it didn't matter; he said he still wanted a son and a daughter, and told me to decide what to do, before leaving without looking back.

Watching my father's departing figure, I understood the pain of a man's infertility. I thought how much better it would have been if he hadn't made such a foolish decision back then. He would never have imagined he would remarry! He would never have imagined he would have children! Indeed, my mother's sudden death brought him endless depression, emptiness, and pain. Driven by a desire to focus on caring for me and to show his love for my mother, he resolutely went to get a sterilization. I shook my head at my father's helplessness and went to do my own thing.

And so, my father, stepmother, and I lived peacefully for over a year. I was almost eighteen. I didn't do anything inappropriate to my stepmother, but I paid attention to her every move, and gradually, inappropriate feelings began to develop in my heart towards her. I don't think my stepmother is a promiscuous woman, at least she hasn't shown it in front of me. Although she often gazes at me with a deep affection, I haven't deliberately avoided it; instead, I let her look at me, just ignoring her. But unexpectedly, a strange excitement arises within me!

Ever since my father married my stepmother, he's been like a dead man. Every night I eavesdrop outside their room, but there's not a sound. Sigh! Is my father really determined to hand my stepmother over to me? He comes home very late every day, and every time he gets home, he just collapses into bed without caring about my stepmother. He's not like a responsible husband at all. Is he creating an opportunity for me? The pressure in my heart is increasing with a lot of doubts.

When I turned eighteen, my stepmother's life began to change dramatically, which surprised even me. Let me first tell you about some of the things my stepmother did when I was at home!

As my father came home later and I spent more time with my stepmother, the saying "familiarity breeds affection" was absolutely true. At first, my stepmother always dressed very neatly at home, even when she didn't go out. She always wore heavy trousers and skirts, completely obscuring what she was wearing underneath. But over time, her clothing gradually changed, becoming more and more sexy. Sometimes she would wear tiny tank tops that exposed her navel with super short shorts (the kind that showed her buttocks), or loose sleeveless dresses with super short mini skirts that reached her hips, making me dizzy with desire. My heart would fly with her every move, and my eyes would race around her impressive figure. In this way, I would suddenly see my stepmother's bra and deep

cleavage exposed by her loose clothes, or her two plump buttocks exposed by her bending over, wearing all sorts of sexy lace panties, almost making me want to possess her, and almost making me forget that she was my mother.

At first, I didn't know why my stepmother had suddenly changed so much, but I was definitely influenced by her. I finally started to officially use my stepmother as the object of my sexual fantasies, and I would hide in my room and masturbate no less than four or five times a day to relieve my lust for her.

It was as if my father was planning everything behind the scenes, driving things from behind the scenes. My relationship with my stepmother continued to develop, while my father seemed to have truly become an invisible man, disappearing from my daily life with my stepmother. After a while, my father's image also gradually disappeared from my mind.

"What...what is going on? Why is this happening? Why?" I kept asking myself.

Because of my stepmother, I gradually fell in love with her. Besides masturbating by fantasizing about her, I also became obsessed with the underwear she wore—of course, the ones she took from the bathroom. After each shower, instead of hiding her clean underwear at the bottom of the laundry box as usual, she deliberately placed the ones she had changed out of that day on the top shelf, especially the underwear. It was only after I had picked up her underwear and masturbated several times out of curiosity that I realized she intentionally made sure I saw it!

Her underwear was always changed that day, very fresh, and had a very unique scent—a peculiar fragrance mixed with the secretions from her daily bodily functions, a smell that was both pungent and pleasant, keeping me deeply engrossed in my desires for a long time. This further stimulated my lust, allowing it to grow uncontrollably. Ah! I think I've truly fallen in love with my stepmother!

Her underwear thus became my daily masturbation tool. I would usually wear her underwear over my head, breathing heavily on and licking the part covering her genitals between my nose and lips, or putting her underwear on my penis, experiencing the pleasure of her genitals rubbing against the underwear and fantasizing about penetrating her vagina while masturbating. Otherwise, he would wear those tiny panties, barely covering his bulging penis up to his thighs, feeling his stepmother's slender waist and flat stomach. Several times, the panties were torn by my large penis.

This went on for over half a year. I had been observing her for a while, and my stepmother hadn't said anything, except that she would blush and become shy when she saw me. So, I decided to put the semen I had just ejaculated on her panties back intact on the top shelf of the laundry box, so that my stepmother could also enjoy it.

After I turned nineteen, my stepmother became even bolder. She usually kept the doors and windows tightly closed when she took a bath, but when I went to the bathroom to get her underwear, I was surprised to find that she hadn't even closed the doors and windows properly, deliberately leaving large gaps.

"Doesn't she know there's a son at home? A young man full of lust and vigor!" This surprised and delighted me, and strange emotions surged through my mind. I couldn't help but think, "This...this...how could my stepmother...do this?! If this continues, it will be terrible!" A surge of rationality made me stop in my tracks. I took my stepmother's underwear and went back to my room to masturbate.

I've seen my stepmother like this for a month now, and I still don't dare to peek at her while she's taking a bath. Then one Saturday night, as I passed by my parents' room, I heard a moan: "Ah... ah ah..." I couldn't help but be curious and wanted to open the door to peek. I guessed that my father couldn't take it anymore and was having sex with my stepmother.

But just as I reached out to cautiously open the door, it silently slid forward, revealing a crack. I was startled and held my breath, but the moaning didn't stop; instead, it grew louder. I took a deep breath and peered towards the door, only to find my stepmother lying on the bed masturbating and making lewd noises. My father wasn't there!

Upon seeing this, I instinctively closed my eyes, desperately trying to control myself from looking. But my body reacted rapidly and uncontrollably. Soon, my face flushed, my heart pounded, and my breathing became rapid. My penis throbbed painfully, as if I wanted to burst out of a hole to release my pent-up desire. My legs gave way, rooted to the ground, and my whole body trembled slightly, emitting a sense of pleasure. My mind was filled with the image of my stepmother's naked body that I had just witnessed, an image that wouldn't go away. Instead, it aroused a desire in me to peep at my stepmother masturbating.

After a long while, my mind went blank. My desire finally overwhelmed and destroyed my reason. I was instantly entangled by desire, my tightly closed eyes controlled by it. I immediately opened my eyes wide and stared straight into the doorway!

Just as I looked into the doorway, it suddenly creaked open! At this moment, my stepmother came out in her pajamas. We stared at each other in surprise, and at the same time let out a cry of "Ah!" We stood there motionless.

What surprised me was this: "How did stepmother finish so quickly? Did I stand here for too long and miss the show? Ah! Why is stepmother dressed so scantily? Her nightgown is even see-through, and her two round breasts are so clearly visible! Her private parts are a dark patch, vaguely visible, so alluring! How... how is it now..."

And what surprised stepmother was this: "Why is he still here? He's been watching for so long, why hasn't he gone back to his room? Ah! He... his... " "Wow, the second one is so prominent, it must be huge... He... why is he still looking at me! Could it be... could it be that he wants to... Oh! Although... although I really want to... but... I'm not ready yet! What should I do now?"

I was the first to recover, and I awkwardly said to my stepmother, "Mother... Mother... I... I was just passing by your room... I didn't... I didn't expect you to come out... Mother... Mother... Goodnight... I'm going to sleep now..." I said a bunch of nonsense that even I didn't understand, and then I turned around and slipped back into my room.

After watching me run back into my room, my stepmother said very softly, "It's... it's okay... I... I was just going to the... bathroom... Goodnight... my son... my... lover..." Her voice grew softer and softer, and the last four sentences were almost inaudible before she went back into her room.

That night, after running into my room, my heart was pounding and wouldn't calm down for a long time. I could vaguely hear my stepmother talking, and after she finished speaking, I heard her close the door. I breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn't hear what she had just said, so I just ignored it and lay down on the bed and closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep. But I couldn't fall asleep. The image of my stepmother's naked body kept appearing in my mind and gradually became clearer. I couldn't help but recall the fragments from earlier.

My stepmother's figure was absolutely stunning. Only after she took off her clothes could I get a full glimpse of her body, which was so beautiful and captivating. She exuded an alluring and sacred aura, and her body was illuminated by layers of hazy light, making her so clear yet so enigmatic, like looking at flowers through fog. The more you looked, the blurrier it became. Unless you looked right up to her face, you could not see her clearly. Unless you hugged her tightly, you would only be holding onto the moisture in the air—fog.

The whole night was filled with fantasies, which made me sneak into the bathroom and take my stepmother's underwear back to my room. I put it over my head, pressed it down with one hand to make it stick tightly between my nose and lips, and masturbated with the other hand while fantasizing about my stepmother. I ejaculated five times in total that night.

While masturbating, I suddenly had a strange thought: "I...I want my stepmother...I want...I want to be her man...Dad told me this before, and my stepmother is becoming more and more...I want...I must have my stepmother...this incomparably beautiful woman...Mom...soon...I...I must...I must possess you...your goddess-like body...I...I will...I will satisfy you...I...I will make you bear children...Let us...together...go to the witch's den...ah...I'm...I'm coming...Mom..." "...Can you see...I ejaculated for you again...We've lost...lost another son...or daughter...Mom...Oh...my love...Do you know...I've...fallen deeply in love with you...Mom...Do you know...Do you know...Dad has already tacitly approved of me being with...with you...Do you...do you understand...Wenshu...Oh...my love..."

I kept pouring out my deep love for my stepmother in my mind, which increased my confidence and determination to face her, and I drifted off to sleep.

The sunlight had already illuminated my room, and only when my body felt warm did I groggily wake up. Slowly opening my eyes, the light filled them, causing pain and a moment of dizziness. I instinctively raised my hand to shield my eyes from the direct sunlight, and it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the impact. I glanced at the time; it was already 11 a.m. Thankfully, it was a weekend, otherwise my classmates would have laughed at me at school. After stretching, I jumped out of bed, almost losing my balance upon landing. My legs were still trembling slightly, probably from excessive masturbation the night before!

Leaving the room, I rubbed my hungry stomach and went to the kitchen. I saw my stepmother busy there, and just then, her gaze turned in my direction. I had to steel myself and greet her, "Good...good morning, Mom!"

"It's not early...it's already noon...good morning..." my stepmother said, blushing as she lowered her head to chop vegetables.

"Well...good...good afternoon, Mom..." I said, equally embarrassed.

"Okay...okay...don't say anymore...Are you hungry? Mom...Mom will have dinner ready soon, son...wait a moment!" my stepmother said, placing two dishes on the table.

"Oh...okay...Mom...no rush!" As I spoke, I turned around and looked around, but I couldn't find my father anywhere. So I asked my stepmother, "Hey! Mom...Mom...where's Dad? Isn't he here? Or is he resting?"

"You still remember your dad! Your dad...he's the chairman of the company now...he goes out to socialize with friends on weekends and holidays, let alone on weekdays. You...really, you...you didn't even notice?...Your...your dad's...good...good intentions!" My stepmother abandoned her restraint and hinted at it to me.

"I...I...I know Dad...Dad is very busy...He takes good care of the family...I know he works very hard...He raised me with such hardship...I..." I knew what my stepmother was talking about, so I looked at the ground and boldly spoke my mind.

"That's right...So you must be filial to your father. Whatever he says...you must do it...That's what makes a good, obedient child." My stepmother interrupted me, speaking with her back to me.

"Yes...yes...Mom...you...you're right...I should...I should listen to Dad and be a good son..." I said awkwardly, lowering my head to my stepmother who had her back to me.

Then there was a moment of silence between us. I quietly watched my stepmother cook. When she turned her back to me while cooking, I realized she was only wearing the same see-through nightgown I'd seen yesterday, with a kitchen towel covering her upper and lower body, but the see-through nightgown was visible through her back. She was wearing a bra and panties today, but to me, it was as if she was completely naked before me. Her proud breasts, her alluring, snow-white, plump buttocks, and that thick, dark pubic hair made my penis swell rapidly. I quickly turned around, pressed my hand to my genitals, and took a deep breath.

"Alright! Son... ah... you can eat now... you must be very hungry, right? Come and eat! Since it's just the two of us... I'll cook something simpler, hurry up!" My stepmother suddenly spoke from behind me.

"Ah... ah... oh... okay... okay Mom... coming right away!" I was startled and quickly turned around to reply.

Sitting down at the table, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! Mom... this... is this a Manchu Han Imperial Feast? How... how can it be so abundant? There's ginseng, abalone, and even shark fin in there! Look!"

"Silly... silly boy... Mom... sees how hard you always work, it must be exhausting for you, so... so Mom specially prepared... to help you recover... How is it... is it delicious?" My stepmother blushed and looked at me with deep affection.

I understood my stepmother's good intentions, and to please her, I ate a huge amount of food, praising it with words like, "Mmm... mmm... um... um... so... delicious... Mom... it's so... delicious!" I deliberately ate noisily.

My stepmother blushed, even more so than before. She crossed her arms, rested her chin on her hand, and watched me eat heartily, saying with a charming smile, "Hehe...it's delicious, but you don't have to be so dramatic...Here, try this..." She placed another piece of pig's trotter on my plate.

"Mom...why aren't you eating?" I looked up and saw that my stepmother hadn't touched her chopsticks, so I asked.

"No...no rush...Mom...I like watching you eat! Anyway, I can eat while I clean up!" my stepmother said with a smile.

"Mom...this...this isn't good for you!?...You...you like this...I...I..."

"It's okay, don't worry about me...eat as much as you want, it's good for your health." My stepmother then brought me a bowl of bird's nest soup.

"Mmm...mmm...okay...Mom...then I...won't be polite..." I ate heartily.

My stepmother still watched me eat at the table. She didn't touch her chopsticks until I was full. After I finished eating, she said to me, "Leave the dishes on the table. Go and rest. I'll clean up."

"Mmm...mmm...Mom...I'll go back to my room now...thank you...thank you, Mom...I...I love you..." After saying that, I ran to my room, leaving my stepmother standing alone in the kitchen, deep in thought about my words.

In the evening, the atmosphere at dinner was also awkward. My stepmother still quietly watched me eat and served me food and soup, while I ate silently. After dinner, my stepmother finished cleaning the kitchen and prepared to take a shower. She goes to the bathroom punctually every day. I'd been hiding in my room all day because of my stepmother, and wanting a change of scenery, I turned on the TV and watched a variety show to try and forget about her. The show did make me laugh, and it somewhat eased my longing for her.

But soon after, my stepmother's voice came from the bathroom: "Xiao Ren… could you get me a towel?"

"Oh… oh… okay, coming right up." Without thinking, I immediately went to my parents' room to get the towel.

"Mom… I've got the towel…" I said, reaching my hand holding the towel into the bathroom.

"Ren... could you bring this in for Mom? Mom... Mom's taking a shower..." my stepmother said from the bathroom.

"Oh... ah... what... Mom... is this alright?" I asked cautiously, but my mind, as if already out of control, had broken free of my body and flown into the bathroom, imagining my stepmother in the shower.

"Silly... silly boy... you... you've already seen it... hurry... hurry up and bring it in..." my stepmother said again from the bathroom.

At this moment, my willpower had vanished without a trace, and I blankly lifted my foot, pushed open the door, and went in: "Mom... Mom... I brought the towel..." I said, looking down.

"Silly boy..." my stepmother said.

Suddenly, I was enveloped in a wave of heat, and my stepmother's beautiful face appeared before my eyes. She was holding me tightly, her ample breasts pressing against my chest. I couldn't take it anymore; I wrapped my arms around her and lowered my head to kiss her lips. She passionately returned my kiss, and the bath towel fell to the floor. Time seemed to stand still.

For a long, long time… we separated, gazing at each other, our eyes burning with the flames of love. We both wanted to make love, to quench our years of longing and thirst.

I lay on the bathroom floor with my stepmother in my arms. To my surprise, she was incredibly passionate. She quickly stripped me naked, grabbed my already erect penis, and started giving me oral sex.

I was stunned and kept saying, "Oh...oh...Mom...Mom...this...this can't...no...no...Mom...oh...I...I...love...you...okay...okay..."

In the end, I had to admit that I loved my stepmother too. Since she had given up everything to do that with me, I naturally went along with it.

"Waaah...Ren'er...ah...Mom...can't...endure...the...years...of...longing...for...you...I...I...love...you...waaah..." my stepmother said as she sucked on my penis.

"Oh...oh...Mom...it's all...it's all my fault...I...I didn't listen to Dad...Dad...I didn't talk to you...to you..." I cried with joy because of my stepmother's confession.

"Ren...don't say it...it's all Mom's fault...Mom's fault...No...nothing...okay...I'll say it..." My stepmother also said with tears in her eyes.

As I enjoyed my stepmother's oral sex, gazing at her beautiful hair, I excitedly said, "Mom...Mom...I know what you...mean...it's my fault...but...now...we...haven't...we already...done it...?...Oh...oh...Mom...you're so...amazing...oh oh...oh..."

I knew what my stepmother was talking about. My father hadn't slept with her since their marriage, and she couldn't bear the lack of comfort day and night. She had many doubts, and only after my father privately explained things to her and encouraged her to go for it did she reluctantly agree. Otherwise, she would never have dared to do it! But both were bound by ethics, so neither dared to actually do such a thing. Now, the stepmother's initiative has broken down the long-standing barriers and differing beliefs between them, and they are about to unite.

The stepmother kept sucking, licking, and biting my penis, and thrusting it up and down in her throat, occasionally making sounds like "Ooh... Ooh... Ooh..."

"Mom... Mom... Wen... Shu... Good... Good... I... I... I'm going to... cum... I'm going to... cum... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh..."

My penis couldn't take the blows from my stepmother anymore, my body trembled, and a stream of hot semen shot straight into my stepmother's small mouth.

My stepmother didn't get up; instead, she continued blowing on my penis. A gush of semen flowed from her mouth, instantly covering my penis. Her skillful blowing didn't shrink my penis; instead, it grew even larger, allowing me to continuously enjoy the post-ejaculation orgasm. Seeing my penis still so strong, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, intently licking the surface of the semen from the base of my penis. She ate it, which made me feel even more sorry for her.

"Mom... Wen... Shu... I love... I love you... Let's... Let's... Do it?" I said, looking at my stepmother with affection.

"Son...Ren...no rush...our defenses are already...already down...no rush...we...let's take a bath together first...what...what do you say?" My stepmother looked up and sat down next to me.

Hearing what my stepmother said, it made sense. Why not take a bath together with her first? So I said, "Okay! Wen...Shu..."

"Thank...thank you...for calling me that...I...oh...I'm so happy...Ren..." My stepmother said, suddenly giving me a passionate kiss, and then got up to take a shower.

At that moment, it suddenly dawned on me: "My stepmother has become more lively because of this incident, and my heavy heart has suddenly lightened considerably. Let nature take its course! I shouldn't disappoint my father and stepmother again."

So, I jumped up, hugged my stepmother from behind, and kissed her neck. My stepmother kissed me back, and our hearts became one. My heart began to stir, and my hands were caressing my stepmother's body. My stepmother, shyly dodging left and right, told me to sit on a small stool, and she squatted in front of me to wash my body.

Seeing my stepmother like this, I picked up the shower gel and rubbed it all over her body. Instantly, my hands touched her entire body. Every time my hand wandered over her genitals, she would cry out, pausing for a long time. She didn't tell me to stop, only her face was flushed. My penis remained erect, and every time my stepmother's hand grasped it and moved it up and down, it felt even more pleasurable than if I did it myself. We were both lost in the physical pleasure, neither wanting it to end immediately.

"Wen Shu... Wen Shu... are you done? Time to wash up..." I broke the silence.

"Ah... ah... okay... okay..." my stepmother stammered, still not fully conscious.

While showering, we couldn't help but tease each other a bit more!

After showering, my stepmother wanted to put her clothes back on, but as soon as I saw her, I picked her up and carried her to my room. My stepmother shyly nestled against my chest, and seeing her unprecedentedly bashful demeanor made my heart race to my room, eagerly awaiting her arrival. I think my stepmother felt the same way.

I carried my stepmother into the room and gently placed her delicate body on the bed. Without saying a word, I pounced on her, kissing her while using my fingers to stimulate her already wet vagina. My teasing made her moan, her body trembling rapidly, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, and her legs arching and swinging restlessly. I knew I had started to bring her pleasure.

Leaving my stepmother's lips, I began my assault downwards. First, I grasped her breasts with both hands, squeezing and kneading them, pinching her nipples with my fingers, eliciting sounds of "Ah...ah...ah..." from her. Then, I licked and sucked on her nipples with my tongue, soon making them more prominent and her breasts firmer. As

I licked, I reached her navel, licking the area around the opening, making her repeatedly say, "Ah...ah...it itches...it itches...stop...stop...ah..." until she forcefully pushed my head away, finally releasing my navel.

This push sent my nose directly between her labia—oh! The scent was so alluring, hundreds of times better than the smell of underwear. My stepmother's unique body fragrance combined with the scent of her vaginal fluids made me want to put my nose into her vagina and inhale deeply.

At this moment, my stepmother clamped her legs together, trapping my head tightly. She grabbed my hair with one hand, twisting her ample hips, forcing my nose completely into her vagina, almost suffocating me. I quickly tilted my head back, stuck out my tongue, and thrust it into her vagina, nimbly swirling it inside. My stepmother couldn't help but cry out:

"Ah...ah...stop...stop...oh...good...good...oh...Ren...good...amazing...yo...yo...faster...faster...oh...oh oh..."

"Oh...oh oh...oh...Ren...Ren...I...oh oh...so good...so good...oh oh...I...I'm going to...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum...oh...oh...oh...oh..." Under the teasing of my nimble tongue, my stepmother reached her first orgasm in her life.

Hot, moist vaginal fluid gushed out of her vagina like a flood, immediately drawing my tongue and lips in. Drinking the fluid flowing from my stepmother's vagina was a first for me, and the taste, needless to say, was amazing!

"Mmm...mmm...ah, Wenshu...your...tastes amazing...better than juice!" I couldn't help but exclaim, looking up.

"Mmm...mmm...I...I'm not coming anymore...I don't even know what shyness is...here...here...lick there...I'm already...so embarrassed...and you...and you...Ren...you...you're so naughty...mmm..." My stepmother covered her face with her hands, turning her body away as she spoke.

"Wen Shu... I love you... Will you marry me? I think... I think Dad won't object... No, Wen Shu?... Mmm... Mmm..." Without waiting for my stepmother's answer, I moved her body to the right position, pried her hands apart, and lowered my head to kiss her.

After a long while, my stepmother pushed me away, gasped for breath, and said with a flushed face, "Ren... I... I want it..."

"Wen Shu... Oh..." I excitedly hugged her tightly.

Then, I moved my body, lifted my stepmother's legs onto my shoulders, held my penis with one hand and her buttocks with the other, and with a "whoosh," I inserted the head of my penis into her vagina.

"Ah... It hurts... It hurts... Ah..." My stepmother suddenly shook her head violently from side to side, her body twisting rapidly.

My glans had only gone halfway in when my stepmother cried out, and with a forceful thrust, she pulled and plunged in again, until my entire penis was inside her vagina, gripped tightly by the fleshy walls. She groaned even louder than before, "Ah...ah...it hurts...ah...ah...finally...finally...it hurts...it hurts...ah...ah..."

I began to slowly thrust in and out. Suddenly, I saw a trickle of blood from my glans and asked in surprise, "Shu...Wen Shu...you...you're bleeding...you...you're still..."

My stepmother's body swayed in rhythm with my movements, feeling my penis throbbing and impacting inside her. She said shyly and tearfully, "Yes...yes...that's right...I'm still a virgin...your...dad...never...has...him...he...he said he wanted to save it for...you...so...that's why...that's why I haven't...lost my...virginity...ah...oh...your...your is so big...I...I can't take it...can't take it...oh...I...it's so hot there...oh oh...faster...faster...faster...I...oh oh oh..."

"Ugh...Wen...Wen Shu...your...your vagina...is so...tight...it's so...good...huff...I'm going to fuck...you to death...so good...I love...you to death...huff...Wen Shu...your juices are so...so much...woohoo...so...good...really...so good..." I said with pleasure as I thrust into my stepmother's vagina.

"Yo...yo...ah...ah...oh...Ren...Ren...yo...possess me...quickly...possess...me...waaaah...yo...I...I'm about to be fucked...fucked to death...oh oh oh...hold me tight...oh...oh...quickly...hold me tight...harder...fuck me harder...ah...ah ah..."

My stepmother said, while making me hold her and fuck her. So I put her legs down, then picked up my stepmother and sat on the edge of the bed, letting her straddle my lap. She straightened my penis and aligned it with her vagina before sitting down, wrapping her arms around the back of my head and rubbing her large breasts against my face. I also gripped her slender waist tightly, moving her body up and down so that her vagina could vertically thrust in and out of my penis.

"Ah...oh...so good...it feels so good...oh...oh...this...good...so good...ah...ah...ah...oh...Ren...I love you so much...you...you're so strong...ah...ah...this...this is good...very good...ah...ah..."

The stepmother twisted her whole body, enjoying the pleasure of being fucked, and occasionally let out lewd moans, each sound melodious.

My stepmother held my head tightly in her arms, pressing it against her chest. Her breasts slapped my cheeks left and right, making "slap, slap, slap" sounds. Her vagina was continuously sucking in and expelling my penis with "plop! plop!" sounds. My head was shaking from side to side, and I was licking my stepmother's two large, swaying breasts with my tongue. I was also making "ooh...ooh...ooh..." sounds from time to time, filling the room with a lewd atmosphere. It was like a symphony, with our voices of love echoing back and forth, making us both lose ourselves in the act.

My arms were getting a little sore, so I stood up, holding my stepmother's waist. As I stood, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around my neck and waist, her body arching backward, allowing her vagina to penetrate at a 45-degree angle. This made it easier for me to thrust in and out. Once we were in position, I thrust my hips forward and backward, sending my stepmother to another climax.

Her head and long, black hair swayed wildly with each thrust, her upper body jolted. I gritted my teeth, working hard to make her feel like she was dying of pleasure. I saw saliva involuntarily dripping from her lips, her eyes rolling back, and her mouth continuously emitting moans of ecstasy.

"Ah...ah...ah ah...ah...love...ah...so...so strong...so amazing...oh...oh...oh...I can't...I can't take it anymore...almost...almost...almost...coming...orgasm...oh oh oh oh..."

My stepmother's moans also moved me, and I couldn't help but say, "Oh...oh...Shu...Wen Shu...I...I...fuck...fuck...love...you...oh...wife...good...good...wife...oh...oh oh...huff...I...I "...I'm going to...come...ah...oh...whoosh...whoosh...whoosh...oh...oh..."

At that moment, we both came at the same time. A stream of hot semen shot straight into my stepmother's uterus, while her vaginal fluid flowed down my penis. I hugged my stepmother and fell onto the bed with a "thud." My penis was still inside her vagina and hadn't been pulled out. My stepmother was still tightly hugging and holding my body, her head buried in my chest, motionless. We were quietly enjoying the pleasure and excitement after each other's orgasms.

After a long while, we looked at each other before separating. I looked at my stepmother's beautiful and alluring body. I couldn't believe that she had given me her first time. A mix of regret and excitement welled up inside me. I looked up at my stepmother and said, "Mom... Wenshu... are you... are you alright? Does it... hurt a lot?"

"It... it hurts a lot... but... it's you... so I don't... feel... so much pain..." my stepmother said shyly.

"Shu... Dad... what about him?... How is he? How does he feel..." I still thought it was really unwise of my father to do this, which is why I asked.

"Ren... don't worry about your dad... he couldn't take it anymore because you were bothering him, so he... he... he... he didn't really marry me... he... he didn't sleep with me either... he slept under the bed... he didn't do anything with me... let me... let me... Ren... have you forgotten?... On the day of the wedding, we didn't invite any relatives or friends! We didn't even register the marriage... everything... everything was fake... your dad's intention was... to help you... to find you a wife... he wanted the two of us... to wait until you were a little older before we... we could get married... this... this is why I agreed... this is why I promised you... your dad... so your dad and I... that's why..." The stepmother, afraid that I would be unhappy, lowered her head and fell silent halfway through her sentence.

"Ah...Mom...no...Wenshu...is...is it true? I...I can't accept...accept the fact...Dad...didn't marry you...Oh! God...then Dad...Dad...Oh! Poor Dad...why is this happening? He...he doesn't plan to...remarry?" As I spoke, I couldn't help but shed tears.

"Hmm..." My stepmother responded, then suddenly looked up at me and said, "Your father said... he only ever loved your mother... he doesn't want to remarry... his heart only belongs to your mother... he said he only wanted to hold... hold his grandson... so he... so he could enjoy a happy old age... that's why he went through so much trouble to find... to help him fulfill his wish... I... I tried to persuade him... but he still wouldn't change his mind..."

"Mom... Shu... don't say anymore... I know everything... I know Dad's good intentions... Mom... I'm sorry to Dad... and I'm sorry... for all your hard work, your son will repay you... really..."

"It's...it's okay...your father doesn't blame you at all...he really takes good care of you...even your future...he's arranged everything for you to inherit...so...so you shouldn't disappoint your father...as for me...Ren...you have nothing to apologize for...it's...it's my own fault...you can't blame anyone...sob...Ren..."

As her stepmother spoke, she couldn't help but throw herself into my arms and cry.

I gently stroked my stepmother's hair and whispered, "Wenshu, I feel much better now. Let's not talk about the past anymore... Everything was orchestrated by Dad behind the scenes. No one can be blamed. Since Mom passed away, Dad's mindset has changed drastically. Even I can't see through his heart. It's all because of me... I'm an only child... That's why Dad did what he did... Now... I won't resent anyone anymore, Wenshu..."

I gently lifted my stepmother's beautiful face, kissed her smooth forehead, and looked at her with a firm gaze, saying, "You... you're willing... to... marry... me...?"

"...Mmm... mmm..." The silent gaze brought tears to my stepmother's eyes again. She shook her head helplessly, then nodded again.

"Shu...I want you to say it yourself...that you are willing...to...marry...me..." I said firmly again, my eyes blazing with desire.

"...I...I'm willing...I'm willing to marry you..." After saying that, she immediately lowered her head, her face flushed.

I finally heard my stepmother's last words clearly, and I couldn't help but kiss her passionately, kissing every part of her body, and then I hugged her and jumped up, leaving her bewildered and not daring to look at me, only shedding copious tears with my shouts and laughter, indicating that her joy was no less than mine.

All the troubles and pain vanished with the wind, and Wen Shu and I had another passionate encounter before going to the bathroom to clean our filthy bodies, where we couldn't help but make love again. This day was like the sun breaking through the clouds, completely liberating our hearts, and we celebrated together all night.

Afterwards, we waited for Dad to return, and I personally explained everything to him. Dad was incredibly excited, hugging us both and repeatedly saying, "Good...good...good..." I knew that Dad's hard work had paid off, and now it was my turn to repay him.

Not long after, Dad arranged a grand and solemn wedding ceremony for Wenshu and me. The next day, we went to register our marriage, and we became husband and wife in a real sense.

It's really strange, but we both ended up loving those things that used to seem perverted. I would still pick up my wife's discarded underwear and masturbate every day, peep at her while she showered, and masturbate in the room; and she did the same, except that she also loved watching me masturbate in the room and bathroom, and she would masturbate outside the door. Then we started making love, everywhere—in the bedroom, the bathroom, even the kitchen and the living room…we tried it everywhere, which made it feel even more novel and exciting!

Dad was very cooperative, coming home later than before, giving us more time to spend together and have fun.

A year later, Wenshu gave birth to twins, two adorable little boys, making Dad beam with joy!

And me? I'm still studying. I'll start my internship at Dad's company after I graduate from university. Now I'm really glad I didn't have a girlfriend back then! Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to marry such a wonderful wife—Wenshu.

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