Stepmother Gou'er

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The grey, sheer nightgown fit my alluring figure perfectly.

I wasn't wearing anything underneath; my nipples were pressed against the gauze, feeling a little tight. I looked at him seductively. He was handsome and tall, wearing black-rimmed glasses; he was my stepson. Today, my husband was away on a business trip. His glasses stared intently at my breasts, as if he wanted to bite them. But then, there was a knock at the door.

It was my husband's sister visiting. She had brought her young daughter, who was blushing and looking at my stepson. They chatted casually, making small talk, and I didn't pay much attention to what they wanted to say. After finally getting rid of them, my stepson immediately pounced on me, pulling me into his arms and silencing me with a kiss.

But I sobbed and braced myself against his broad chest, pointing to the window. He strode over, closed the window, and locked it tightly; he also locked the door from the inside. Then he rushed over, grabbed my waist, and began to bite my left breast.

"Ugh..." I sighed softly, freezing myself, letting him do as he pleased. Saliva soaked the thin gauze, making my nipples clearly visible... He precisely captured my erect nipple with his teeth, gently biting it.

"Mmm... I want it..." I thrust my chest forward, turning to offer my right breast to his lips. He obediently played with it with his large hand.

"Little vixen, I wish I could devour you whole," he whispered hatefully.

Actually, I also really liked his father; his father was my first love, but the feeling of having an affair made it impossible for me to give up.

"Do you like drinking your mother's milk?" I lovingly stroked his head, enjoying the numbing pleasure on my chest.

This was our first affair; I didn't intend to give myself to him, only to give him a little taste of sweetness. He was a student at Peking University, the freshman representative who spoke at the orientation meeting. Who would have thought that this handsome, prominent, and charming prince charming in the eyes of his female classmates would be like a dog in front of his stepmother?

"I like it." He finally released the nipple from his mouth, his two large hands tightly grasping my breasts.

Mmm, so comfortable, so reassuring! His large hands were just the right size to hold my breasts, the soft flesh overflowing from his grasp, softer than cotton, the softest and most alluring weapons in the world—I already knew that.

He kneaded and massaged them lovingly, then released them, lifting them from below, weighing their captivating weight, and when he let go again, watching them quiver alluringly before gracefully perking upwards. He marveled at the wonders of creation.

I let him be mesmerized, let him admire, only wanting him to tease me a little longer. I held his large hands, teaching him to rub and play with my nipples with his rough thumbs. I loved this method the most, because it was the only way to soothe the itch in my heart. He looked at me with doting eyes for a while, then lifted me to sit on the large, comfortable sofa. I sat against him, my back against his lap, letting his large hands slip under my armpits, flicking my nipples with his nimble thumbs.

I sighed deeply, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the man's ministrations. His touch became increasingly skillful, his movements fluid and precise, and my heart raced faster. Gradually, a burning pain spread through my nipples, making the thin fabric feel increasingly uncomfortable.

He was indeed a determined and shrewd man. I had underestimated him; he was only 18 and had never been in a relationship. Yet he was so patient, making me feel good first, and then expecting me to have whatever I wanted later.

"It hurts!" I cried out, having only teased him for less than a minute as I had instructed.

He immediately stopped. "Of course," he said, "you're so delicate, you can't handle even a little torment, let alone through clothing."

I obediently let him remove my thin fabric, slightly arching my chest as he gazed at me. My fair breasts were now pink from being kneaded, with clear marks of his fingers on them; my nipples were bright red, twice their usual size, trembling pitifully. Even I found it alluring, so I turned my head away shyly.

"What's wrong, baby? Are you shy? Doesn't my dad usually play with you like this?" "No?! What's he doing? He doesn't pamper his little darling, but goes to some European conference instead? In my opinion, you're much more precious than those money-making opportunities."

As if he had thought of something, he took something off his neck. It was a crystal-clear bead, half white and half red, about the size of a finger, strung on a strange cord that was neither gold nor silk. He said in a bribe-like manner, "This is a family heirloom left to me by my grandfather. Now I'm giving it to you. You can't leave me after this!" "This... is too precious. I dare not accept it."

"What's there to dare or not dare? Do you want to leave me and not want me anymore?" As he spoke, his eyes began to redden, as if he was about to cry.

"Okay, okay, I'll take it. It's ugly for a boy to cry like that!" Hearing this, he immediately smiled and put the bead around my neck.

"What if your father finds out?"

"So what! He can't control his own wife, and now he won't let me!" He didn't care at all what the consequences would be if my husband found out about this conspicuous bead. I thought to myself, is he just a lustful man?

Anyway, I don't care. It'll be him, not me, fighting with my father.

Look at that bead, the red part is sparkling, contrasting beautifully with my red nipple, it's incredibly alluring. This is probably one of the reasons he insisted on giving it to me.

I was still admiring it when his big mouth took the bead into his mouth... his eyes provocatively staring at me. I defiantly took his lips in mine, digging the bead out of his mouth. Back and forth, the bead alternated between our lips, the milky white gradually turning snow-white amidst our saliva, the red becoming even more crimson, but neither of us noticed.

Finally, he pushed me down, spread my legs, and was about to attack my flower.

"No!"

He ignored me, spreading my legs wide, staring intently at that spot. It was the first time he'd seen a real person's private parts, so naturally he was very curious. Between the fair skin was a slender, pink flower, its petals wrinkled, topped with a tiny pink bead. When the legs were closed, it became a barely perceptible pink line.

"Is this where a man goes? Why is it so small?" I kicked my legs, unable to break free from his grasp. I hadn't intended to show him today, but he gave me the bead he'd worn since childhood. I was moved and lost my guard; the situation spiraled out of my control—I should have ordered a servant to impersonate my husband and call to stop this intimacy, but I couldn't spare the time.

His large hands seemed to generate electricity; the moment he grasped my slender ankles, I went limp, letting him spread my legs even wider. He looked at the slowly blooming pink flower, clicking his tongue in admiration. Suddenly, he pounced, covering my mouth with his large lips.

"Ah!" I gasped, curling up into a ball, my legs clamping his head between them.

"No..."

He actually licked my pink flower with his tongue! That was my most sensitive spot, and instinct compelled me to push forward instead of retreat, twisting my hips towards his large mouth.

Mmm, so good!

He used that big tongue to plow my petals up and down hard, the silky feeling delighting him.

After a moment, my juices welled up, flowing into his mouth in thin strands. He became even more excited, sucking on the juices, making shameful "smacking" sounds, even holding my pink petals in his tongue and sucking desperately, ah, he gently bit them with his teeth!!

My juices flowed even more freely. I felt hot and itchy all over, and I writhed slightly. My mind went blank, not knowing whether I wanted him to continue forever, or if I wanted him to ravage me even more.

In a blur, the moment he pulled away, he took off his black-rimmed glasses and continued sucking.

How did he know so much? Wasn't he still a virgin?

I vaguely thought, unconsciously twisting my hips, chasing after an even hotter sensation. His teeth bit down on my petals, I pulled outwards, he wouldn't let go, I kept pulling, the petals were gripped, a throbbing pain shooting through the base. I'd

never experienced anything like it before! So exhilarating!! His eyes were fixed on my excited face, watching my shameless actions. My

petals were completely engorged with blood, so red they looked like they were about to bleed, but I still wasn't satisfied.

"Try the other side!"

He obediently let go, biting down on the other petal, and I closed my eyes, twisting my hips slightly again, enjoying that sinful pleasure.

Only when I was about to bleed did I feel satisfied, my slender waist limp with exhaustion. He opened his mouth wide, and my flower returned to his warm mouth. But not to be tortured, but to be comforted.

His tongue swept over my pitiful tenderness, sucking and nibbling incessantly, he seemed to really enjoy the taste!

Mmm… I enjoyed his mouth so much… How wonderful it would be if he could hold me like that forever! I thought, lost in ecstasy. I wanted him to suckle my flower for the rest of my life. It felt so good I'd rather go to hell!!

His…his tongue…um…it actually went inside my pussy!! Skillfully teasing inside. I shuddered,

a thick, almost solid fluid gushing uncontrollably from my body. I gripped the sofa tightly, reaching an irreversible climax.

"Mmm," I weakly pounded the sofa with my fists, the climax came too soon, "I want more…" I'd heard that male masseurs in Bali use their mouths to give female customers a spa treatment. I thought, my stepson is even better than them, but it's not a service you can just ask for.

I looked up at my stepson, who was now completely naked, his enormous member proudly displaying its impressive endowment…wow, amazing! As amazing as his father, no, even more powerful.

Before I could finish admiring him, he stretched out his long arm and carried me into the bedroom.

My body felt like cotton, and I could only steal glances at his beautifully defined muscles. Soon, he tossed me onto a large bed, and then, impatiently, entered me.

"Ah, it hurts!" I weakly braced myself against his thick arms. He was so big, and had been hard for so long; I'd never experienced anything like it. Thankfully, I'd already had an orgasm, otherwise I would have torn apart.

"You little devil! So much foreplay, and you're still complaining about the pain!! You're going to suffocate me! Ah, so tight!" He stopped. But then his fingers touched my clitoris and flicked it.

"No!" I trembled again, the lingering pleasure instantly ignited, and my juices flowed again.

He thrust deeper. No!

"Ah…ah…" His massive member plunged in completely each time. I don't know how many times I screamed, until my throat was hoarse and I couldn't make a sound anymore, and he was still relentlessly thrusting.

No, I've had enough…someone take this beast away!!

During the long night, I had several orgasms, I can't remember them all, but I know that during the last orgasm, I fell asleep from exhaustion.

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