I love my stepmother

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Everything before me was a blur, but even in this hazy environment, I could still see her
figure , and her singing voice lingered in my ears
, "Let's row our oars, the little boat pushes through the waves..."
"You've come," I said.
"Yes, let's play house." She held out her hand to me.
"Oh? Okay." I readily agreed and held out my hand, placing it on hers.
"Can I be your mother?" she asked with a smile.
"My mother is much older than you, how can you be her?" I asked, looking at her delicate face.
"Hmm... since I can't be your current mother, I'll be your stepmother, that is, a mother younger than your
mother ~ hehe~" she said after thinking for a moment.
"My mother has milk for me to drink, do you?" I said unconsciously, biting my finger, my eyes fixed on her
slightly protruding chest.
"Who said I don't have any? Look!" Hearing me say that, she immediately lifted her clothes, revealing
two slightly protruding breasts. "Come on, eat them."
I immediately went over, opened my mouth, and took her still-developing nipple into my mouth, sucking hard with my lips,
savoring the unique fragrance of a young girl, while my hands roamed over her other breast.
"Good girl~~~ harder~~~" She gently patted my head, humming
softly .
"Beep beep~~~~~~~" What's that sound? I asked.
"You should get up." She looked at me and said.
"Get up?"
"Yes." After she finished speaking, she suddenly threw me into the air. My body flew rapidly into the air, flying and
flying, surrounded by white clouds. Just as I was surprised, my body suddenly plummeted,
the wind whistling in my ears, about to hit the ground.
"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed, sitting up in bed. I touched my forehead; it was covered in sweat.
"Phew..." I breathed a sigh of relief and started getting dressed, the sweet scent of
the girl's .
I used to think it was impossible for someone to have the same dream for several days in a row, but yesterday I had
the same , and the feeling in the dream was so real, it actually felt real.
My family used to live in the countryside. When I was in elementary school, I was best friends with the girl next door.
We often played house together, and she always pretended to be my mother. Whenever she had the chance, she would let me suck on her nipples, and
she would look curiously at my penis, which I didn't know was hard. It was through her that I
learned the differences between men and women. Later, we moved away, and I lost contact with her. I still don't know her
full name because every time I saw her, she always made me call her "stepmother."
"Dinner's ready," someone called from downstairs.
"Okay," I replied indifferently, then tidied up and went downstairs.
The table was already set with food, quite plentiful, a balanced mix of meat and vegetables. She was serving me rice.
I sat down in the chair, picked up the bowl without saying a word, and started eating.
"Don't just eat rice, have some vegetables too, there's still soup." She then put some food in my bowl, and I didn't stand
on ceremony, eating whatever was there.
"Tomorrow is your father's death anniversary, are you coming with me?" she asked.
"I have things to do, you can go by yourself." I replied indifferently.
"Okay, you're going back to school, right? Studying is important, even if it's university..."
"Can you eat first? Don't think you're really my mother, you're just my stepmother." I didn't
say it loudly, just in a voice she could hear, but that had
more power than shouting. The word "stepmother" reminded me of last night's dream. Really, how can these two
be compared? One is so adorable, the other so talkative.
She stopped talking and focused on eating her food.
She was also my stepmother, but I called her "stepmother" out of habit. It was
because of childhood memories that I often called women younger than my mother "stepmother," except for her
friends. For those with fixed titles, I still used the ones I was supposed to call "stepmother."
My mother passed away when I was ten, and my father didn't remarry. Our life
was well until later when my father started drinking. When I went to university, one day he brought
home a "stepmother" for me, and this "stepmother"
was .
" "We can start as friends, you can call me stepmother," were her first
words to me. These words stirred up childhood memories. The stepmother before me vaguely resembled the stepmother
of my dreams, but this was just my subjective imagination.
We got along very well after that, and I even started to like my stepmother. She was a middle school
teacher, teaching physics, which I found quite incongruous with her appearance. She had an oval face, short hair,
and looked so lively; I thought she should be teaching foreign languages. Later, I learned that she was
a old-fashioned and stubborn, which was perfect for teaching science subjects like equations.
For a while, I even envied my father for finding such a good wife, and I was grateful
to have such a wonderful new mother. But just a few days after their wedding, one night, my father had a terrible accident
. He had drunk some alcohol as usual during dinner; it was newly bought. Later, it was
discovered contained a large amount of industrial alcohol, and my father passed away, leaving only my stepmother and me.
My stepmother didn't speak for several weeks after my father's death. Only after the mourning period was over did she
slowly return to her old self, still loving me dearly, treating me like her own son.
Our relationship gradually changed after that. She still took care of me as before, but
I felt very uncomfortable. I no longer felt the same way I did when my father was around, and I even started to resent my stepmother's
meddling. The reason was actually quite simple. One day, I was enjoying the cool air on the balcony when I overheard
a conversation between two people from next door.
"The young widow next door seems quite pretty."
"Didn't her husband die? Why is she still here?"
"Doesn't she have a son? I heard that her son and she seem to have a rather ambiguous relationship."
"Really?"
"Of course, otherwise she would have found another man long ago. Think about it, what normal woman could endure this kind of
torment ?"
After hearing this, I felt like a caught thief, because what they said was basically true. After
my father died, I did develop a stronger interest in my stepmother, but it was only out of respect. Later, after my
virginity was taken by a hairdresser, I developed a great interest in women. Every day, I would pay extra attention to my stepmother
, and when I talked to her, I would stare at her most prominent breasts, but I never dared to be too presumptuous.
Hearing what they said, I suddenly felt disgusted with my stepmother, like a thief about to bite back
. My subconscious began to reject her. From that day on, I never gave my stepmother a kind
look.
After dinner, my stepmother took her things and went out to pay respects to my father. I was bored at home. Actually,
it wasn't didn't want to go, but I was afraid of gossip. I rummaged around the house and suddenly wanted to go see my stepmother's room. I
hesitated for a moment, but still went into my stepmother's room.
The room was just as I had imagined, very tidy. The double bed that used to be there is now
a single bed . It has a green, military-style blanket, just like the one I used in school.
There's a small desk with a computer and some books on it. I picked up a few books at random, flipped through them—mostly
math books, physics books, and some textbooks. I hate these kinds of things more than anything, so I
put them back.
I sat on the bed, swinging my legs off the edge. The bed was very comfortable, so I rolled over and lay down.
"Ouch!" My head hit the pillow, and I sat up abruptly. Something was poking me. I picked
up and found a yellow thing underneath. It was a plastic banana model. I
smelled it; it had a strange smell, but it was pleasant. Holding the banana, I
inhaled the scent and went to the living room. A fruit basket hung on the wall, filled with various plastic
fruits. Looking closely, I saw that a banana was indeed missing.
"What is she doing with that?" I muttered to myself. Suddenly, a scene from an adult film flashed into my mind
: a blonde, blue-eyed woman holding a plastic banana, thrusting it in and out of her vagina,
while her other hand caressed her breasts. Two fingers pinched her red nipples. After an orgasm, she pulled out
the banana model, which was covered in her vaginal fluid. At that moment, the woman's appearance changed; it was my stepmother.
I slapped my head a few times, then remembered something else. After my father passed away, I was sorting through his
belongings and found a small square box with some gold-embossed words on it: "Nine-Nine Divine..." The last
word was illegible. Just then, my stepmother came in and, seeing what I was holding, immediately took it. "
Nine-Nine Divine Song? Why are cassette tapes made like this now? I'll take this and listen to it." Then she took the thing
away. Later, I learned it was "Nine-Nine Divine Oil."
Thinking about all this, I looked at the banana model in my hand again, and suddenly my heart was filled with different feelings—
a little excited, a little angry, and a sense of anticipation. "She's still not satisfied? Then let me satisfy you." I was startled
when I said those words , but I quickly calmed down and started thinking about how to "punish" my stepmother who was masturbating with a banana. Images of her naked body and various lewd acts flashed through my mind, reminding me of the past and childhood memories. I decided to vent all my dissatisfaction and lust on her. At noon, my stepmother came back with some groceries and went straight to the kitchen to cook. I went back to my room to pack my things; summer vacation was ending in a few days, and my stepmother would be going back to work at school, and I would be going back to school too. After lunch, I went back to my room to play on the computer. My stepmother finished cleaning up the kitchen and went back to her room to go home . Summer noons are the most uncomfortable time. If you don't sleep, you're sleepy, but if you do, it's too hot. And to make matters worse, the damn air conditioner broke down. I had to take out an old fan and put one in my stepmother's room and another in mine, running them all day long. I sat in the chair, staring at the pictures on the computer screen, my right hand clicking the mouse incessantly, while my left hand vigorously stroked my penis, the glans already covered in white fluid—my spoils from earlier. But I wasn't satisfied; I rested a bit and continued. The room was filled with the stench of sweat and semen, and I was completely absorbed, my mind filled with the image of myself frantically thrusting into my stepmother's body. I sat at the computer for about an hour, then went to the bathroom. When I came out, I decided to begin my operation. I went to my stepmother's room, pressed my ear to the door, and listened for any sounds inside, but all I heard was the hum of the fan. I pushed the door open a crack and peeked through the crack. My stepmother was lying on her side on the bed in a black nightgown, seemingly fast asleep. I hesitated for a moment, but then gently pushed the door open and quietly stepped inside. I stood by her bed, watching her chest rise and fall with her breath. It was the first time in over a year that I had seen her so closely. I don't know if it was because of the black pajamas or her natural features, but she looked so fair-skinned. Perhaps because she was hot, she turned over and lay on her back, her hands resting on her lower abdomen. Her firm breasts strained against the pajamas , and a few strands of hair fell across her neck. She looked so elegant and beautiful. I couldn't even imagine the scene of that banana being inserted into her vagina. A nameless fire rose from my lower abdomen. I pulled my penis out from the side of my shorts; there was still some . I lightly touched the glans with my fingers, then wiped the semen off with my shorts. I stood next to my stepmother, my penis directly facing her face. My heart pounded I swallowed hard. The atmosphere in the room changed instantly. I suddenly felt as if countless eyes . I couldn't back down now; I told myself. I put the head of my penis into my stepmother's mouth. Her teeth were tightly closed, and my penis could only rub against her lips and teeth. Even so, it gave me a great deal of stimulation. My stepmother's teeth gently rubbed against the fleshy line beneath my penis, and her lips enveloped it . The intense pleasure made me involuntarily speed up. My stepmother's tightly closed eyes twitched slightly a few times.

She looked like she was about to open her eyes. Sure enough, she opened her eyes and noticed my penis pressed against her mouth.
"You—" She tossed her head, and my penis slipped from between her lips. She
sat up , her hands on her heaving chest, her face displaying a strange expression—angry, nervous, and perhaps a little expectant.
I froze, forgetting what to do, but quickly regained my composure. I jumped onto the bed and pinned
her down. She began to struggle against me, violently shaking her body.
"Slap!" I slapped her. She stopped resisting, covering her face with her hands,
looking at me with a peculiar gaze. I was also stunned, never expecting to hit her.
I didn't say anything, my lips pressed against hers. She kept her mouth closed, protecting
her tongue with her teeth, so I could only suck on her lips. There was a slight taste in her breath, probably from sleeping,
but that didn't matter. On the contrary, the smell of her scent and her sweat excited me even more, my penis
rubbing against her pajamas.
My hand slipped inside her open collar, touching her breasts. It was hot, and I could
clearly feel the warmth emanating from my stepmother's breasts. My fingers slipped inside the edge of her bra,
teasing her nipples. My other hand reached between her legs, directly targeting her genitals. She tightly
clamped legs together, but her vulva was so soft that no matter how tightly she clenched, it was useless. My fingers successfully
slipped between her legs, quickly capturing her clitoris. I forcefully spread her
legs apart.
My stepmother lay there, expressionless, biting her lower lip, her legs slightly parted, silently enduring
everything I did. I ripped off her nightgown, her pale body lying before me like a lamb to the slaughter
.
I couldn't wait to suckle one of my stepmother's nipples. Her erect breast was covered with a layer of soft, long, fine
black hair. It was the first time I had ever seen such long hair growing around a breast. After I licked it with my tongue, her
nipple hardened, and small goosebumps appeared on her skin.
"Your body is reacting so strongly, yet you haven't made a move," I said softly, then my
tongue roamed over her vulva, savoring her snow-white skin, while my hands wandered over her body.
When my tongue reached her vulva, I could clearly feel her rapid heartbeat and increasingly heavy
breathing. I moved between my stepmother's legs, looking at her vulva. Abundant,
soft hair grew beside her labia majora, her clitoris was small and cute, and the tip was slightly upturned.
I reached out and stroked it, while my other hand parted her tightly pressed labia. Several strands of clear
fluid connected the labia; she was already wet. Looking at the bright red flesh of her vaginal opening, my penis
hardened again, a throbbing sensation on the glans, and my urethra was already filled with lubricating fluid.
I stuck out my tongue and covered my stepmother's entire vulva, then began to lick upwards forcefully like a kitten drinking water
. The goosebumps on my tongue rubbed against the tender skin of her vulva, and the passionately flavored fluid from her
vaginal opening clung to my tongue, eventually mixing with my saliva before I swallowed it.
My stepmother was still there, desperately trying to endure it. What was she enduring? I didn't care anymore.
I sucked hard on her vaginal opening until I felt like I was about to draw out the bright red flesh inside her vagina before I stopped.
When I stopped, I heard my stepmother let out a long breath. I sat there, grabbed her hand,
and placed it on my penis. I then moved her hand up and down, and she consciously began to stroke
my penis. My hand, meanwhile, focused on playing with her nipples. Half of both nipples were sunken into
the mammary glands . When I squeezed the mammary glands, they would slowly rise, and when I released them, they would slowly retract
.
Her hands tirelessly stroked my penis, making me restless. I pulled
it and placed it between her legs. My fingers parted her thick labia,
and after sliding the head of my penis up and down between them a few times, I thrust hard, my penis plunging into her incredibly wet vagina.
I lay on top of her, my hands cupping her nipples, my penis remaining inside her without moving.
The moist, tender flesh enveloped my penis tightly; the wetness made my penis feel as if it were
in a tropical rainforest. My stepmother's vagina was like a primeval forest, possessing a unique allure; even my thrusting felt incredibly
pleasurable. I lay quietly on top of my stepmother, experiencing the sensation of our union. I moved slightly,
the pleasurable feeling bringing me back to reality from my reverie, and I began to thrust.
It wasn't so much that my stepmother's vagina gripped me tightly, but rather that my penis filled her vagina completely. With
each thrust, air would escape through the gaps in her vagina. The room was filled with
the sounds of our intercourse, permeated with the unique smell of our genitals mixed with sweat and a slight odor of bad breath.
I gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing them as my penis slid in, each time thrusting to
the very end of her vagina. She remained silent, enduring the pain, but her breathing had already become
labored gasps ; her body had betrayed her.
After a series of thrusts, I still didn't feel like ejaculating, but she seemed to be reaching her limit
, writhing restlessly. Her vagina felt so good; I hadn't expected it to be
so tight. Thinking this, I rolled her over and entered her from behind.
Summer midday is hot, and we were sweating profusely. The fan was no longer effective.
The sweat made our skin slippery, and the smell of it mixed with the scent of our genitals, making
breathing so pleasant and exciting. Even the slight bad breath seemed fragrant. I sniffed,
trying to inhale all of my stepmother's scent.
I greedily inhaled the air, increasing my speed, my glans relentlessly rubbing against
the tender flesh inside her vagina, my testicles even taking the opportunity to bump against her vulva. After a series of intense thrusts, her vagina
suddenly contracted rapidly, and more fluid enveloped me. I simply stopped thrusting and just stood there, feeling her
orgasm.
Orgasms are always fleeting, but they are the most alluring. Her vagina tightly sucked on my penis,
and the flesh inside felt like it was drilling into my urethra, giving me unbearable pleasure. In a short while, her vagina...
Once things returned to normal, I resumed my thrusting. My penis was covered in her fluids, making each thrust
smooth . Just then, countless protrusions suddenly appeared in her vagina, stimulating my penis from different directions.
After a tense and stimulating process, my orgasm arrived. I felt a cool
sensation , but my glans was warm. Suddenly, my anus
tightened uncontrollably, and thick semen spurted from my penis into my stepmother's vagina.
"Ahhhhh!" I couldn't help but shout, then lay on top of my stepmother again, playing with her
nipples, feeling our shared orgasm. After resting on my stepmother for a moment, I sat up and
lay between her legs, watching the beautiful sight of white semen flowing from her vagina—a sight I usually
only saw in porn.
My stepmother lay there quietly, breathing heavily.
Things turned out differently than I expected. I thought someone like my stepmother would fiercely resist me,
but a single slap was all it took. All my preparations were useless.
From then on, my stepmother and I returned to our normal lives. We were the same as always; she
was busy with this and that, asking me to do this and that, and I remained indifferent. But the moment I took out my penis, she
knew what I was about to do, and she would go to her room, take off her clothes, and wait for me.
During she still didn't make a sound. The more she acted like this, the more I liked her, but my vanity
made me increasingly cold towards her.
Since it had already happened, I rightfully moved from my room to hers, and I put
the two single beds together to make a double bed. Every day I did the same things my father used to do in bed.
Now I felt no guilt; after all, we weren't related by blood, and that mother-son relationship was just a societal
perception .
The weather wasn't very good today. When I woke up this morning, I found it was cloudy outside, almost like nighttime.
"What's going on? I just got up and it's already evening." I got dressed and went out. My stepmother
had gone to my old room sometime ago. I moved the bed to her room, and her computer, naturally,
was in my old room with mine.
My stepmother sat next to the computer, intently staring at the screen. Her beautiful buttocks, pressed against the chair, were even more
alluring . I walked behind her and coughed softly.
She turned to look at me, but didn't say anything and continued searching for information on the computer.
I went behind her, placed my hand directly on her breast, and while kneading her breast,
I bit her earlobe. She sat there quietly, her eyes still fixed on the computer screen, her teeth biting her lower lip.
"Stand up," I commanded.
My stepmother obediently stood up, and I sat down in the chair in her place. Then I
pulled down her pants and underwear together, buried my head between her buttocks, breathing in the scent of her vulva and tasting
her clitoris. She stood there motionless, but her hands were no longer clicking the mouse as smoothly as before;
instead, they were clicking randomly and erratically.
After playing with her vagina for a while, my tongue moved to her anus. My teeth gently nibbled at the folds around her
anus , and I tried to push my tongue as far inside as possible. Her body was now my plaything;
what couldn't I do with my own? So, I always took the initiative to lick her vagina and anus.
My stepmother's body responded; her dry vagina quickly became wet. Seeing that the time was right,
I stood up, moved the chair aside, and took out my penis, aiming it at her vagina and inserting it.
The warm, narrow, and moist feeling made me linger. My penis moved tirelessly inside her
, my lips tasting her earlobe, my breath ruffling her hair.
I pressed against her back, thrusting my hips back and forth, my hands squeezing her two lovely nipples hard. Her
eyes were still fixed on the screen, but her breathing was already erratic, her body
moving .
This time, I didn't last very long; I already felt a signal in my glans. I immediately pulled my penis
out , then stood on the chair and forced it into my stepmother's mouth. Thick semen sprayed into her mouth,
some even dribbling from the corners of her lips.
Satisfied, I sat on the chair, watching my stepmother. She first put on her clothes, then wiped
the semen from the corners of her mouth. When I saw her wiping away the semen, I couldn't help but stand up and kiss her
lips . Before her teeth could close, my tongue had already moved in, stirring her tongue.
I tasted the mixture of my stepmother's saliva and my semen.
My stepmother went into the bathroom, and I heard the sound of the flushing water. I immediately ran in and
washed up with her. When my stepmother saw me come in, she quickly washed herself and left, leaving me soaking in the bathtub.
I didn't follow her. Soaking in the bathtub was very comfortable; all the pores of my skin were open.
"What's wrong? I feel a little dizzy." I rubbed my temples. "It's probably because it's too stuffy today." I
didn't pay attention and continued soaking, but soon my eyelids felt heavy.
I tried to get up from the bathtub, but I felt weak all over. My eyes felt like they were filled with sand, so I rubbed
them.
I tried to call out to my stepmother, but before I could make a sound, I lost consciousness.
"Doctor, how is he?" In my daze, my stepmother's voice rang in my ears, a hand still resting on my
forehead. I tried to open my eyes, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't.
"He's alright. It's just heatstroke caused by the hot weather, and a slight case of carbon monoxide poisoning. I've already given
him an injection. As long as we keep the room well-ventilated, he'll be fine," a man's voice came.
"I should remind you, it's summer now, so it's best to pay attention to the ventilation in the bathroom, and try
to minimize his strenuous exercise in this kind of weather," the doctor said experiencedly. "
Thank you, I will."
Footsteps slowly faded away, then returned from afar. I felt terrible and fell asleep again
. In my dream, a cool, sweet liquid flowed into my mouth, down my throat, through my esophagus, and
finally into my stomach, a cool and sweet sensation all the way.
I slightly raised my hand, and felt a slight pain in the crook of my arm. The pain made me abandon
the idea of moving it further. Since it felt so comfortable, I didn't want to interrupt this by opening my eyes or engaging in any other activity.
A wonderful moment.
I don't know how much time passed before I woke up and found myself lying in bed. Everything was a little blurry.
I looked around, but my stepmother was nowhere to be seen. I had to get up and sit on the bed.
"Squeak—" The door opened, and someone walked in. I looked up at her, but everything
was still blurry. When I could see clearly, I realized that the person was my stepmother from my dream,
the stepmother from my childhood memories. At that moment, I found myself back in my childhood, playing games with my stepmother
.
"Stepmother, why did you take so long? I've been waiting for you to play house for ages," I said.
"I was doing my homework at home, and Dad wouldn't let me come out," my stepmother said.
"It's good that you're out now. Shall we play mother and son again? You be my mother, and I'll be your son,"
I said.
"Okay, come here, I'll feed you milk." As she said this, she pulled up her clothes again, revealing
her breasts. I immediately greedily took one nipple into my mouth, and my hand continued to stroke the other.
"Mommy, your nipples are bigger," I said as I stroked them.
“It’s all because you suckled me,” she said.
“Hehe, you’re so good, just like my real mother,” I said.
“Then remember, I’m your stepmother,” she said.
“I remember, younger mother,” I said.
As I finished speaking, I suddenly heard a soft sob, and a slight pain in my arm brought me
back to reality. In reality, I was lying in the arms of my real-life stepmother, stroking her
nipple .
“Ah.” I immediately sat up from her embrace.
My stepmother took off her clothes and stood up to leave.
“Stepmother, wait,” I called out.
“Ah?” Hearing me call her stepmother, she immediately turned around, her eyes seemingly filled with tears. “You
finally recognize me?” she said, hugging me.
The moment she hugged me, I felt the feeling of my childhood. Could she really be my stepmother?
“You are the stepmother I had when I was little,” I whispered the answer, and her silence was
an admission .
My heart felt like it had been struck by a sledgehammer, filled with intense excitement. Although my mind was racing with questions,
I didn't ask. Instead, I held her tightly, my hand naturally slipping inside her clothes to touch her
breasts, so familiar yet so unfamiliar.
We fell onto the bed together.
After a passionate encounter, she lay in my arms, her fingers stroking my semen-covered glans. Then she smeared
the semen on her nipples.
I lay there, waiting for her to answer my questions.
"I was very sad when I found out your whole family moved away, but there was nothing I could do. A few years later,
my family's life gradually improved, and one day we moved to the city. I
wanted , but the city is so big, where could I possibly find you?" she said.
"Then why did you marry Dad later?" I asked.
“Your father is a good man. He didn’t touch me before we got married. Besides respecting me,
there was another reason, which I think you know: your father’s health wasn’t good. Until the night of our wedding, your father
suddenly became able to do it again, but before we could do anything, he passed out because he had drunk fake alcohol.
You know what happened after that,” she said.
“You didn’t answer me directly,” I said, pinching her nipple.
“Before I met your father, I wasn’t a virgin anymore. In the countryside, I was…”
She stopped there, her voice trembling slightly. I hugged her tightly.
“Later, my father thought he could just marry me off to someone. Then I met your father. Because your
father looked a lot like you, but I didn’t know he was your father at the time, I agreed. But when
I saw you at your house, I immediately recognized you. So I suggested that you call me stepmother, hoping to
remind who I am. Unfortunately, you didn’t remember,” she said.
“I was so stupid back then. Why didn’t I think of that sooner?” I slapped my forehead.
"Things went alright after that, and we got along well. But I don't know why,
after your father passed away, you changed your attitude towards me. Your tone wasn't as warm as before. At first, I
thought it was because of your father's death, so I didn't pay much attention. But even after half a year, you
were still indifferent to me. I couldn't do anything about it, since I still liked you." She said,
kissing me on the lips.
"Then why didn't you remind me when we made love?" I asked.
"Do you know why I didn't resist you, but didn't react?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"I didn't resist you because I liked you, and I didn't react out of respect for your father, since
we were still mother and son." she said.
"But now you still couldn't resist." I said.
"Today, you fainted because of a gas leak while taking a shower, but you kept calling for
your stepmother while you were unconscious. I was so happy to hear that. You have two stepmothers, and no matter who you call, you're calling for me. Later
, you hugged me and played the games we used to play when we were little. My heart softened then, until you recognized
me," she said gently.
All the mysteries were revealed. It turned out that the stepmother in my dream and the stepmother in reality were the same person. How wonderful
! I excitedly kissed my stepmother's nipples, and my penis immediately became as hard as iron.
My stepmother closed her eyes, her hands holding my head, and a satisfied moan escaped her throat.
I sucked on them wantonly for a while, then released them, and our tongues intertwined. My stepmother
's hands left my head and began to stroke my penis.
“Let me take the initiative this time,” my stepmother said, pressing herself against me. Her tongue
licked , wetting it with saliva. Then she blew on it, causing
small bumps to appear.
Her lips moved down to my penis, her tongue licking the remaining semen from the glans.
Though her movements were a little stiff, it felt wonderful. I excitedly rocked
my hips, my penis intimately connected to her tongue in her mouth. She gently nibbled at my
glans with her teeth.
"Hoo~~~~" My stepmother let out a long breath after spitting out my penis, then kissed my testicles, and
finally her lips returned to my face, tracing paths across my skin while her tongue darted into
my ear, stirring inside.
"Come in," she whispered in my ear, then guided my penis to her
vulva .
"Plop~~" With a thrust of her hips, my penis slid in. My stepmother pressed her hands against her breasts and
began stroke them up and down. I straightened my upper body, embraced her waist, and pinched one of her nipples.
"Stepmother, do you still want to play house?" I asked between thrusts.
"Of course... but I... I don't want you to be my son anymore," my stepmother gasped
.
"Okay." I thrust harder into my stepmother's stimulating vagina.
"From now on...you...you'll be the father of my child..." my stepmother said, hugging me tightly.
Hearing this, I felt a surge of emotion. Now, my stepmother truly belonged to me. I held her tightly, then
rolled over and pinned her beneath me, continuing our passionate journey.
Now, my stepmother and I were practically husband and wife. Years of suppressed feelings were released,
and I no longer cared what others thought. I had applied for a leave of absence from school, and my stepmother had also taken leave. We were going to
indulge ourselves, to make up for the loneliness we'd endured for so long. How?
By making love, of course! We'd do it several times a day, anywhere—the living room, the bathroom, the hallway, the park
outside , the riverbank, the woods—as long as no one was around, day or night. I was even a little worried
that if we kept doing this, my stepmother might become a harlot, but her unwavering care for me every day
dispelled that thought.
I still had one unanswered question: was she using that banana for masturbation?
But that was no longer necessary. Having me, the real thing, was definitely better than that fake one.

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