Stepmother is big everywhere

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Emerging from the bar, I could feel my steps faltering. Passersby avoided me, clearly seeing me as an unwelcome drunkard. Everyone knows that drowning sorrows in alcohol only makes them worse; knowing it's a trap and adds to the suffering, yet still persisting. Whether someone is clever or foolish is hard to say. Heartbreak is a devastating disaster for young people. My girlfriend of four years, about to marry me, was dumped with a single letter of rejection. When I learned
she'd run off with my boss, I was stunned. People often say devoted women are betrayed by heartless men, but in my case, it's the other way around. Never mind, being dumped like a snotty-nosed
child—how embarrassing! I remember reading somewhere that having a beautiful woman at home is like keeping a mistress in a golden house. Indeed, we have a stunningly beautiful, voluptuous woman in our family! She's my father's second wife. At around 1.70 meters tall, she's not short for a woman. I'm 1.78 meters tall, and my mother and I are about the same height standing together, but she weighs much more than me. I really don't understand why my father likes such a tall and strong woman. Describing her large, plump buttocks as a washbasin is a bit of an exaggeration, but the fleshy feel of her round, firm buttocks is truly exciting. Touching them, they are solid and thick; even with my fingers spread wide, I could barely grasp a quarter of them—quite large for a woman. Strangely, I've never noticed before! It turns out I've only been paying attention to her full breasts. To put it bluntly, my stepmother's breasts are almost as big as a cow's. While they aren't like the papaya-like or shoe-soled breasts of an old woman, they are noticeably sagging due to their size. Since my father likes them, I can't interfere. A woman without breasts always seems a bit lacking in beauty; breasts are, after all, a symbol of femininity. Heaven knows who my father, who's rarely home , brought this woman into our house for. It's like he married a maid rather than a wife. He's out there indulging in debauchery all day, neglecting his wife and me. At home, she's incredibly casual, often dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, especially those high-elastic shorts without underwear, clearly outlining her buttocks and vulva. If she wears lighter-colored shorts, it's even more outrageous—thick, bushy pubic hair peeks out, so alluring! Heh heh! Don't even mention it! The unspoken secret: I've always considered her my idol for release, though it's just wishful thinking. I stumbled in the door, dizzy and nearly fell. Forcing my eyes open, I groped my way to the bathroom, climbed onto the toilet, and vomited violently. The world spun around me; I was too dizzy to open my eyes, and soon I knew nothing more. It felt like someone was feeding me water. Although my mind was numb and I seemed to have lost consciousness, I still familiarly put my special purple clay teapot spout in my mouth and gulped it down. It quenched my thirst and relieved my irritation. How timely! Who was so kind? I couldn't remember and didn't know who it was... A wave of pleasure rose from my lower body. My hard penis seemed to be wrapped and wriggling in a woman's wet and hot vagina. It felt so comfortable and pleasurable! It seemed familiar yet strange. The intense headache prevented me from distinguishing between reality and illusion. My body didn't obey my brain at all. Even if it responded somewhat, it was subconscious. Maybe I was having a sexual fantasy, imagining a life-or-death struggle with my girlfriend in bed. Having sexual dreams is something that happens to me often. It's not strange. If I don't have sex for a week, I'll definitely be running wild... Wait, why do I vaguely remember being dumped? My thoughts are in turmoil, and my head is spinning. I can't concentrate at all. If I try to focus , my head feels like it's going to explode. I know I can't think about anything right now. The only option is to sleep. I can only figure everything out after I wake up. This alcohol, it really is a damn harmful thing... The nightmare ended in the morning. I finally woke up. Was it because I woke up or because I smelled the tempting milk? My mind was still blank. But the moment I opened my eyes, I saw that face that was always full of sweet smiles. Oh, it was Auntie hugging me, holding a bowl of delicious milk. "You, you drank so much last night, you threw up everywhere. Why? Come on, drink the milk first." My consciousness gradually returned, and I became clear-headed. I immediately noticed that she was different from usual. She was wearing an unbuttoned nightgown, her chest exposed, and my head rested between her full breasts. A slight glance to the side revealed her dark areolas and nipples so close to my eyes. She fed me milk, displaying her milk-producing breasts—what could be more tempting than that? "I'm sorry, I've troubled you again," I said apologetically as I drank the milk. My gaze shifted downwards, noticing I was only covered by a towel. Without moving, I realized I was naked. No need to ask, she must have helped me. She had taken advantage of my unconscious state to feast her eyes. I knew her sex life was lacking when Dad wasn't home. "Silly boy, don't be so polite with me. I won't ask why. If you feel unwell, just sleep a little longer. Your eyes are still red; the alcohol hasn't worn off. You'll be fine after a nap. Go, go pee. Look how full you are! Hehe, you'll sleep soundly after you pee, ah…" That's right! The towel couldn't conceal my shame; my already erect penis created a noticeable tent under the blanket, and I couldn't help but feel my face burning. After all, we were mother and daughter, and this was the first time our bodies had such sweet contact; instinct was subtly at work. My God! Her tone was so gentle, so incredibly moving. Somehow, her words seemed to inspire me; a brilliant idea flashed into my mind. I propped myself up, feigning weakness, as if the effects of the alcohol hadn't worn off, and nestled softly between her breasts. "Come on, let me help you," she said, lifting me off the bed. " Holding" would be more accurate than "helping"—it's so comfortable to be held by a strong woman! As if deliberately letting me take advantage, she truly didn't care about anything else; her large breasts, hanging precariously in front of her chest, were almost completely exposed without any attempt to hide them, her erect nipples pressed against the outside of my arm, the allure unspoken. The most obvious thing about getting out of bed was my rock-hard penis, like a meat mallet, which made me feel quite embarrassed. "It's okay, don't be shy. You don't always sleep naked, do you? Don't think I don't know," she said softly as we walked towards the bathroom, their intimate manner making them seem like a married couple. I could only smile awkwardly. Since I was just pretending, I might as well go all the way. Standing in front of the toilet, I leaned against her chest, swaying precariously, actually taking the opportunity to get closer to her breasts. Those beautiful things gave me such a wonderful feeling that I couldn't bear to leave. "Pee," she whispered in my ear. "I can't pee..." "Yeah, it's so hard. Don't worry, how about I rub it for you..." "Okay..." I agreed to her request, feeling overjoyed! It was exactly what I wanted! It seems there are advantages to being drunk. A fortunate coincidence gave me the opportunity to enjoy myself. I thought to myself, "I haven't had a good time in days. If possible, this time I'll definitely have a good time!" When a woman gains weight and becomes out of shape, it's not a pleasant sight. Her once-prominent figure is completely gone. To put it bluntly, my stepmother is definitely a fat woman. It's no wonder she gains weight, given how much she eats, drinks, and sleeps. Perhaps that's why my father dislikes her and went off to find someone else. But I don't think so. Being fat symbolizes fullness, which is more appealing than being skinny. Back when my father was home, whenever he and my wife argued, their conversations would inevitably include comments about my stepmother's weight. I would shut him down with a retort, "If you thought she was fat, why did you marry her in the first place!" Because of this, my stepmother always treated me differently, taking meticulous care of me. Now, she's not only meticulous, but her care has even surpassed the scope of maternal love.

To be honest, I really enjoy being touched and played with by women; the feeling of my penis going from soft to hard and fully erect is incredibly satisfying! Sexual intercourse comes later. My stepmother's hands were warm and soft, full of alluring temptation that fueled my desire. She grasped my penis and started stroking it, sometimes pushing and pulling back and forth, sometimes spreading her fingers wide to grab my testicles. Who helps someone pee like that?
Even a fool would understand what was going on.
"Hey, baby, do you want to take a shower after you pee? You sweated a lot just now, you're still all damp. Take a shower, sleep comfortably, ah..."
A man and woman bathing together is called a "couple's bath," something few people besides married couples get to experience, let alone a mother and daughter bathing together. Logically speaking, even married couples don't necessarily have sex while bathing, for the simple reason that they are too familiar with each other.
After taking off her short-sleeved shirt, she turned on the water heater, adjusted the temperature, and pulled me under the showerhead. Smiling, she looked at me, and once again, her hand involuntarily reached down and grasped my glans.
"Mom, Mom, why don't you take off your underwear?" I asked, knowing the answer already.
"You really want me to be like you?" she retorted, her eyes fixed on me, the implication clear.
"Who showers dressed? I'm completely naked. You should show me what you shouldn't be showing, no one else will know or see. It's just a remote mountain valley,
haha..." Having just recovered, I couldn't resist my old habits and, despite it being my first time, I openly and habitually started being cheeky.
"You little rascal, I never knew you could be so naughty. 'A remote mountain valley,' you're so bad."
"Even if I'm naughty, I'm still your son. Hurry up and take it off. My dick is all yours, won't you let me have a good look at it?"
Being so direct made things easier, my dick grew harder in her hand, and I couldn't resist such direct teasing.
"Okay..." She smiled, winked at me, and turned to pull down her wet floral panties. Her
plump, white buttocks were facing me, and as the panties fell down, her even more alluring vulva was completely exposed. Wow! I never imagined her pubic hair would be so thick, even around her anus. Her dark purple labia minora, clumped together, were piled high in the middle of her swollen labia majora—a classic doggy style. What else could this be but provocation?
Her nakedness dazzled me, my heart raced, and without time to think or hesitate, I thrust forward. Before she could straighten up, I gripped her hips, aimed my glans at her shallowly exposed vaginal opening, and slammed it in!
"Ouch, my son…" she cried out, but instead of flinching, she grabbed the sink basin and turned around.
That was fucking amazing! One thrust was all it took to reach the head, penetrating without any resistance. I could see clearly—my entire penis was inside her vagina!
"Mom, it's not my fault, you're the one who made me make a mistake, hehe, there's nothing I can do, ah..."
"Good son, Mom doesn't blame you, I know you're feeling pent up, go for it, ah..."
This rear-entry position isn't too tiring. She raised her buttocks high, and I stood and penetrated from behind. Wow! It went in and out easily. I thrust my penis hard into her vaginal opening, pushing down forcefully. I felt the glans touch a hard fleshy ball, and guess that was her cervix. I pushed further in along the cervix, but there was a lot of resistance. I felt like the glans had already reached her uterus.
In this position, the tense muscles of the buttocks made the vagina clench. The moans I heard and the sight of her plump lips bursting open naturally made the stimulation even stronger. As I thrust faster, her cries became even more lewd, "Plop! Plop! Plop!" Each time, I pulled my penis all the way out and then thrust it back in to her deepest point, accompanied by the sound of air being pushed in, like a piston, echoing throughout the entire bathroom.
"Faster! Faster! Don't stop!...Don't stop...Good son, deeper...
more...ah...ah...!" She urged breathlessly, reliving her erotic dream. It wasn't her father, but me, serving her; how could she not be insatiable!
I remembered the first time I had sex with my girlfriend, how I treasured her flat, sparsely haired vulva. Now I realized there are always people more amazing than me; mature women's vulvas are far more flavorful than young girls'. I was so blind back then.
Sexual intercourse, from beginning to end, is supposed to be an enjoyable process. I couldn't help but recall the times I made love with my girlfriend—the duration was unlimited, and there was no limit until the very end. It was obvious that I, in my initial carefree enjoyment, hadn't thought much of it. Women, after all, once they get used to a man's penetration, the initial pain and awkwardness quickly disappear without a trace. I was going at it like crazy, but she seemed indifferent, either eating fruit, looking around, or staring at me with that mocking gaze. When she was done, she got up to wash, and after washing, she sat down as if nothing had happened.
I was so short-sighted; I always thought all women were like that.
My girlfriend, whom I had planned to spend my life with, turned out to be so uninterested in sex. Thank goodness I didn't marry her! Compared to my lustful stepmother, she was incomparable! Worlds apart!
Regret! Really, truly regretful! I gave the best to the wrong person!
"You know, I've been waiting for this day for so long, it's been so long!" These words came from mouth to mouth, her large eyes, so close to mine, filled with gratitude. I never imagined that this woman, a mother, had secretly loved me, her son. At first, I thought she was just satisfying her physical needs; little did I know there was love involved.
"Then why didn't you tell me sooner?" I asked, lifting one of her heavy breasts and tugging at her nipple.
"Could I? You and her were so inseparable, what would it look like if I interfered? Besides, I didn't know what you were thinking, how could I dare? Now, you finally understand what I'm thinking." As she spoke, she thrust her chest forward, bringing her nipple to my lips, her eyes filled with a sweet smile like a clear spring, indicating that I could suckle as she reached down.
"Thank you, my dear mother!"
"Oh, it's so rare to hear you call me 'Mom,' my good son, Mom is yours now, ah..." Overjoyed, she gripped my hard penis again, spread her legs, and pulled it towards her fleshy opening covered by thick pubic hair, rubbing the glans against her swollen clitoris, her thirst unbearable, she had reached the point of no return.
"Let's go to bed and play. I've finished fucking you, it's your turn to fuck me...
" Even though we're face-to-face and I can touch you wherever I want, it's not as fun as playing in bed.
As the saying goes: standing is not as good as sitting, sitting is not as good as lying down, and lying down is not as good as being inside. It's not that I'm being unconventional, but taking turns is much more exciting!
"You're shameless enough to say it, and I'll shamelessly do it too. Come on, let's see how I, as your mother, fuck you!" She said it
through gritted teeth, but her face was full of a happy smile. As I looked at her, I manipulated her labia. Honestly, her vulva was really beautiful—her pubic hair was thick and soft. Her labia majora were large, seemingly with a lot of fat, making her vulva look plump. Her labia minora were well-shaped and thick, protruding from the thick pubic hair, unlike many women whose vulvas are completely buried by pubic hair. At this moment, her labia majora were open, her labia minora protruded, and even her vaginal opening was unusually wide open.
She felt a tingling, itchy sensation on his penis, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure, especially as the glans was gripped tightly by her labia majora, feeling incredibly full and comfortable.
Touching his penis sent a shiver through her body as if electrocuted; waves of stimulation made her blood boil. Her desire reached its peak, and she felt as if her body was burning in flames, the fire spreading throughout her entire being.
Gazing at those alluring breasts, the rosy areolas, the dark nipples, I couldn't help but suckle and caress them. She moaned in a dreamlike state, waves of pleasure surging through her vagina, impacting every cell of her body. It was incredibly pleasurable. Her two pink arms, like snakes, tightly wrapped around my waist, trembled. Her
body twisted and contracted.
My large penis head was already at her clitoris; the pleasure, the beauty, was indescribable. My godmother cried out in a soft, seductive voice, "I'm going to die, I'm going to lose it... oh, it feels so good, I'm losing it!" Her soft body pressed against me. My
naked stepmother slept soundly; no wonder she and I had been locked in a battle for most of the night—she must have been exhausted and sleepy. The advantage of youth was fully apparent; I woke up after only two hours, and upon opening my eyes, I felt no drowsiness whatsoever and felt quite good.
I knew in my heart that my current state was all because of my stepmother last night. My thoughts of finding another girlfriend immediately shifted to her.
Mature women are more alluring, and compared to girls my age, they are far more seductive!
My stepmother lay motionless on the bed, her entire being laid bare before me. Even before physical contact, just seeing the thick pubic hair on her mons pubis was enough to arouse my penis.
Opposites attract, that's how it is. Her
voluptuous body was a feast for the eyes, and I couldn't resist reaching out to gently part her pubic hair, like a treasure hunter sliding down her warm, soft cleft, touching her clitoris and stroking it, while also taking her nipple into my mouth.
She was completely mine now; I could do whatever I wanted with her. Gradually
, my fingertips slid into her vaginal opening, still burning hot inside. I couldn't let my penis remain idle, so I parted her round thighs, nestled the head of my penis between her thick labia, and slowly but powerfully pushed it in.
"Ah..." With a soft cry, she lifted her thighs, parting her vulva to meet me, allowing me to easily penetrate her.
"Oh...it feels so good...I can't take it anymore...fuck me harder, put it all the way in..."
She screamed unrestrainedly, "Oh...what a big cock...how can such a small child have such a big cock...fuck me to death...my cunt is about to be ruined by you...oh...fuck all the way in...your big cock has pulled out my cunt flesh...you're so good at fucking...fucked all the way to my uterus...fuck me harder...fuck me...oh...I came...you shot so much cum...damn, my cunt is so wet...I feel so good..."
I really love fucking her hard, especially the "slap slap" sound of her ass being slapped from behind, it's so satisfying! Every time I touched her ass, her flesh trembled, it felt so good!

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