young and beautiful stepmother

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Ah Kun is twenty years old and has been working for two years. My biological mother died early, and I have a stepmother who looks exactly like the famous mainland actress Fu Yiwei. They are practically identical—their figure, appearance, eyes, skin, and temperament are all the same. If they stood together, it would be impossible to tell them apart.
She is almost twenty years younger than my father. It is said that when my father was teaching at school, my stepmother was his student. She was very hardworking and diligent, and was one of my father's favorite students. At that time, because her family was poor, she couldn't afford the tuition and suggested dropping out to work. My father felt sorry for such a good student and contacted the school to waive her tuition. He also often helped her family financially.
When she graduated from middle school, my mother had been dead for more than a year. She admired my father's character and took the initiative to propose to him. At that time, she was a seventeen-year-old girl, beautiful and virtuous, a rare find.
However, my father considered the large age gap and did not want to waste her youth, so he firmly refused. But she was determined, declaring that she would never marry anyone other than my father, or she would become a nun. Her attitude moved my father, and that's how the marriage came about.
Shortly after the marriage, my father resigned from his teaching position to go into business, and later into industry. The two loved each other dearly, living in harmony. Sadly, only ten years into their marriage, three years ago, my father passed away. At that time, she was only twenty-seven and became a widow. Now you can see how unfortunate my stepmother was.
My father married her when I was in elementary school, meaning she has cared for me since I was seven. She also had a son and a daughter, eight and six years old respectively, both in elementary school. Although she had her own children, she continued to care for and look after me as if I were her own.
And I have always considered her my mother. Because I was so young when my mother passed away, I've even forgotten what she looked like. Therefore, in my heart, my stepmother is my mother.
We were a well-off family, living comfortably. Unfortunately, my father passed away early, his small factory closed, and I couldn't inherit his business; I had to work odd jobs. My stepmother was a real estate agent, and her business was very successful. She was a very capable woman, a strong figure in the business world, and with my father's legacy, she and my siblings were financially secure.
After my father's death, my mother single-handedly supported the family, and they lived quite well, with a close-knit family. Because of my stepmother's outstanding talent and stunning beauty, many people offered to marry her, but she refused them all, saying she was from the Arctic and didn't want to remarry. She remained single, pure and chaste, never harboring any romantic thoughts. I deeply admired her for this.
From a young age, I developed a habit: every day before leaving home, I would kiss my stepmother's cheek. Now, although I'm not young anymore, I still do this every day, and everyone takes it for granted. Recently, I've noticed that her gaze towards me is somewhat different—exceptionally bright and kind, filled with a kind of charm I can't express. Each time I kissed her, her body trembled slightly. Once, she even wrapped her arms around my waist, asking me to kiss her a few more times.
Another time, she even put her arms around my neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed my lips. I myself felt that my feelings for my stepmother were different from before: I began to notice her beauty and her rosy, delicate skin, and especially wanted to kiss her more.
She was naturally quiet and gentle, yet she possessed a certain alluring charm. I thought to myself, how young and beautiful my mother is, no wonder so many men pursue her. If I weren't her son, I probably would have fallen for her too. I usually just kissed her cheeks, but a desire sprouted in my heart, a desire to kiss her full and beautiful cherry lips more often. Of course, this was just wishful thinking, because I knew that only lovers could kiss. I knew that my thoughts were extremely inappropriate, and I tried my best to suppress my emotions.
One evening three months ago, it was my birthday. My stepmother prepared some good food, and the whole family happily celebrated my birthday. That evening, my stepmother kept urging me to drink, and I do enjoy beer. I drank quite a bit of beer and a little brandy, so I was a little tipsy. After dinner, I wanted to go back to my room to rest, but as soon as I stood up, I staggered and almost fell.
Seeing this, my mother grabbed one of my arms and put it around her neck, and with her other arm around my waist, she dragged and carried me back to my room. I felt her... I took off my shoes, socks, and coat, and after that, I knew nothing more, falling asleep on the bed.
In the middle of the night, I vaguely felt someone touching my penis. I woke up with a start, and there was my stepmother lying next to me. She was completely naked, and so was I. It seemed she had unintentionally made me undress. She held me tightly in her arms and kissed me.
I opened my eyes wide, completely bewildered by the scene before me, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!"
My stepmother was startled to see me awake. She quickly released my penis, pushed me away from her embrace, turned away, her cheeks flushed, and said shyly, "Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I... I thought you were drunk... you wouldn't wake up..." She covered her face with her hands.
But through her hands, I could see her face was red all the way down to her neck.
I was at a loss and tried to get out of bed. But she wouldn't let me, pleading, "Kun, don't go!" She wrapped her arms around my back, kissed my neck, and timidly uttered words of love and longing.
She said, "Kun'er, do you know, you have an intoxicating charm. No woman can resist you. I simply can't resist your allure!" Then she added that she had originally thought I was too drunk to wake up and wanted to be intimate with me for a while before leaving, but she hadn't expected me to wake up. I turned back to look at her, and she quickly lowered her head, her shy demeanor captivating.
The most difficult thing to bear is the kindness of a beautiful woman! Her words, soft and sweet, her expression so pitiful, evoked an indescribable feeling in me, stirring my heart and giving rise to all sorts of fantasies.
My stepmother was only thirty years old this year, with delicate and sweet features, rosy lips, peach-like cheeks, and cherry lips—truly beautiful; especially her pair of large, watery eyes, bright and clear, sparkling and full of affection, capable of making you feel weak all over with just one glance; moreover, she possessed a very enviable, youthful figure, slender yet voluptuous, with snow-white and delicate skin—a true beauty. Coupled with her excellent skincare and grooming, she looked no more than twenty years old, possessing an unparalleled charm.
To be honest, for a long time, whenever I saw her, I often felt a longing for her. But because she was my mother, and because of her noble, dignified, and graceful demeanor, a blend of charm and strength, I held her in high esteem and never entertained any improper thoughts.
Now, her suppressed desires, those deep-seated passions, had been awakened, becoming intense and almost uncontrollable. Filled with tenderness, she was completely different from her usual self, throwing herself into my arms with captivating grace, her eyes sparkling with allure, her passion burning like fire. Her delicate shyness only enhanced her charm, making her exceptionally alluring.
I simply couldn't resist her temptation. Impulsively, I reached out and hugged her tightly, kissing her cheeks, lips, and neck, repeatedly calling out, "Mommy... Mommy... I love you so much!" At the same time, my hands roamed freely over her curvaceous and supple body.
Faced with my intense impulse, she became somewhat shy and quickly pulled a sheet over herself. I laughed and pulled the sheet away, revealing her firm breasts, alluring hips, and almost flat stomach. She was like a rosebud, waiting to bloom. I continued to kiss her. Gradually, she became less timid, growing increasingly passionate and uninhibited. But she had completely lost her composure and shyness.
"Ah! My darling!" My stepmother hugged me excitedly, her hand gripping my penis tightly, squeezing and releasing it. I kissed her passionately; her lips parted slightly, letting my tongue slip inside, entwining with hers.
We held each other tightly, kissing...
Soon, moans escaped her throat, her body trembling slightly.
After a while, she whispered in my ear, "Kun'er... Mommy... needs it so much... give it to me quickly!" Her passion had reached its peak, her eyes brimming with thirst and pleading. She couldn't wait any longer.
I, too, was beginning to lose control. Although I had never been with a woman before, I knew from books that intercourse involved the insertion of genitals, and I had also seen some related movies, so I naturally knew what intercourse was all about. So, I rolled over and pressed myself against her delicate body, thrusting my hard penis into that mysterious place.
But I was completely inexperienced, and several attempts failed to penetrate her. She slightly raised her beautiful eyes, smiled shyly, and slowly parted her legs, guiding my very thick and hard penis into a gentle, smooth, and tight space.
I stopped after only a little in.
She gasped, "You... why... aren't you going in?"
I whispered, "Mommy, I'm afraid to push in too hard, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
"It's okay, I'm very deep inside, it won't hurt, please hurry! I can't take it anymore!" she cried out.
So I pushed in harder. As I pressed down, her waist suddenly arched upwards.
"Ah!" she let out a soft, comfortable cry, full of sweet tenderness. This meant I had penetrated her completely.
I held her tightly and kissed her.
I felt her vagina contracting and sucking my penis, which felt very good.
She whispered, "Darling, move a little!" So
I swayed my waist from side to side.
She said, "No, it's not like that. You have to move up and down, in and out!"
Following her instructions, I slowly thrust in and out.
She praised me with delight, "Yes, that's it! You can go faster, harder!"
I gradually increased the speed... I kept thrusting.
She closed her beautiful eyes tightly and began to moan softly, her head swaying from side to side, sometimes biting her lower lip, sometimes opening her cherry lips slightly, breathing rapidly, her expression seemingly in pain.
I realized that my thrusts were too rough and making her uncomfortable, so I stopped and whispered, "Mommy, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
She opened her eyes and said shyly, "No, I feel very good. Don't stop, faster, faster!"
Encouraged, I increased the speed again.
Her waist was twisting violently, her mouth open, her breathing becoming more rapid, her chest heaving, and she was calling my name: "Faster! Faster! ... Faster, harder! ... Harder! ... Oh, I'm going to die!"
I was driven by a frenzied impulse. She seemed to be in a semi-conscious state, making intermittent murmurs, the meaning of which was incomprehensible, followed by bursts of frenzied screams, screams, demanding that I thrust harder.
I thrust even harder. Her body was like a small boat tossed about in the waves, her beautiful hair flying wildly with the rapid movements, quite captivating.
Suddenly, she let out a sharp scream, her whole body convulsing, the screams ceasing, her breathing still rapid. Gradually, she came to a stop, as if asleep, limp on the bed, a blissful smile on her lips.
I knew she had orgasmed.
I hadn't ejaculated yet; my penis was still erect inside her, filling her vagina.
I knew from a book that women need caresses after an orgasm, so I gently stroked and kissed her.
After about twenty minutes, she slowly opened her alluring eyes, reached out her soft hand, and stroked my cheek, saying softly with gratitude, "Kun'er, you're so good!" She moved my head down and kissed me passionately.
We embraced tightly, our hips intertwined, our lips locked, caressing each other passionately, lingering for a long time...
Soon, her pelvis began to undulate, and I longed for another round. So, I thrust into her again. She moaned and cried out incessantly, her sharp nails digging fiercely into my arm, and her secretions flowed like a tide.
Soon, she was in the throes of orgasm again, her legs wrapped around my waist like an octopus, crying out, "Kun'er... hold me tight, I'm going to die, I..." Her words grew weaker and weaker, becoming incoherent. She was just trembling, trembling, and then suddenly she completely relaxed, her legs falling down, lying there as if unconscious...
That night, one of us was like a parched land finally seeing rain, thirsty and insatiable, while the other was experiencing tenderness for the first time, eager and tireless. We made love incessantly, changing positions several times. The sex knowledge I had learned from books came in handy, trying everything from "riding position," "69 position," "delicate jade flute position," "left side position," "right side position," "split position," "rear entry position," "shoulder carry position"...
I discovered that although my mother was older than me and had been married for over ten years, her sex knowledge was extremely limited; she only knew the traditional missionary position. Because it was our first time sleeping together, she displayed a girlish shyness and bashfulness, too embarrassed to praise me. But from her bewildered and surprised eyes, it was clear how satisfied, adoring, and convinced she was of my extensive sexual knowledge. She obediently followed my lead, enjoying the pleasure under my guidance, and with such satisfaction and immersion.
That night, we made love eight times, until dawn.
As soon as she awoke from her wild, bold, and unrestrained moans, she immediately transformed into a shy and dignified mother. When I held her neck and gently stroked her face, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with shy blush.
I asked, "Mommy, are you comfortable?"
She stroked my face and said shyly, "Kun'er, good boy, you're so amazing! You've killed Mommy! You've killed me so many times! Ah, I'm so happy! I've never experienced such great pleasure before, and I even had more than ten orgasms in one night!"
I said, "Mommy and Father have been married for more than ten years, haven't you ever been this happy?"
She said, "Your father is a very good man, and he has indeed given me a lot of pleasure in our sex life. But he's getting old, and his strength isn't as great as yours, so he can only give me one orgasm at most each time we make love. And he only knows the traditional missionary position, not as many as you know. Kun'er, your skills are truly breathtaking. Kun'er, today I finally understand what it means to be intoxicated and ecstatic!"
After saying that, she shyly pressed her face against my chest, put one leg over my body, and reached out a hand to grasp my penis, exclaiming, "Wow!" "Still so persistent! Kun'er, Mommy's completely smitten with you!"
The clock struck six; it was already six in the morning. That meant we'd been at it all night, starting at ten o'clock last night.
She stroked my face and said sweetly, "Kun'er, I can't get up. You've worn me out to the bone all night!" Then she said, "Please wake the two children up, give them a snack, and then they can go to school, okay?"
I agreed, then held her soft, delicate body in my arms, kissing her lips and face for a while before getting up, putting on my clothes, and heading towards the door.
"Come back," she suddenly called softly. "Kun'er, the two children come to say goodbye to me every day before school. I don't want them to see me sleeping in your room. But..." She trailed off, her face flushed with shyness. "I'm completely weak right now, I really can't move. Please... carry me... back to my bedroom, okay?"
I smiled and nodded, gently lifting her naked body from my bedroom downstairs to hers on the second floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my face and neck incessantly.
When I placed her on the bed, her body was perpendicular to the bed, her legs dangling over the edge, and she lay limp on the bed, unable to move. She looked at me with a pained expression, smiling bitterly, and said, "I don't have any strength left!"
I smiled knowingly, then leaned down and gently stroked her rosy cheeks, kissing her lips. As I prepared to lift her legs and straighten her body, a captivating sight drew me in: two high, firm breasts on her snow-white bosom, their bright red nipples gleaming in the morning sun.
Below her flat stomach, a beautiful semi-circular mound, made even more prominent by her legs dangling over the edge of the bed, was covered with a thin layer of dark curls. And in the center of that mound was a thin, narrow slit, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden.
"Ah, so beautiful!" I exclaimed. Last night, preoccupied with our lovemaking, I hadn't had time to appreciate this beautiful body.
She half-opened her eyes shyly, glanced at me, smiled bashfully, and then closed them again.
Impulsively, I parted her long, slender legs, widening the slit and revealing a small, pink patch of skin. I pounced on her, lost in the moment, and began to lick and suck. With each lick, her body trembled.
She moaned in a daze, yet remained conscious, murmuring softly, "No, Kun'er, not now, I'm afraid the children will see!"
Reminded by her words, I had to stop, but in the end, I still inserted my tongue into her vagina, stirring it around for a while, eliciting soft, sweet cries from her before finally stopping.
I picked her up, laid her flat, and covered her with a sheet.
I went to wake my two younger siblings and arranged for them to eat breakfast. Before leaving for school, they indeed went to their mother's room to say goodbye. I followed them.
Hearing the noise, she opened her tired, beautiful eyes.
The two children asked, "Mommy, are you sick? Why aren't you up yet?"
Her face flushed, she smiled kindly, and then said softly and weakly, "Mommy isn't sick, I'm just too tired yesterday, I need to sleep a little longer. You go to school, eat well at school, and come home early after school."
It was already 7:30 when I saw my siblings off. I went to the bedroom to check on her, and found her still fast asleep, her arms and breasts exposed, her snow-white skin and rosy face incredibly alluring.
I couldn't resist bending down to kiss her lips. She didn't wake up. So I locked the bedroom door, took off my clothes, slipped into the sheets, put my arm around her neck, and held her as we lay down. I was exhausted from a night of lovemaking.
When I woke up at two o'clock in the afternoon, I found her still in my arms. She hadn't woken up yet, but one hand was tightly gripping my penis, the other around my neck, her face buried in my shoulder, her whole body nestled against me, one leg draped over me.
Listening to her even, soft breathing, smelling the rich fragrance emanating from her body, and seeing her rosy face and the charming smile on her lips, I was once again immersed in a sea of happiness.
I couldn't help but gently straighten her body, part her long, slender legs, and climb on top of her, letting my penis enter her gentle embrace. I had barely moved a few times when she woke up, exclaimed "Oh!" and embraced me...
After our lovemaking, I got up first, without putting on any clothes, lit a cigarette, and sat on the sofa to read the newspaper. At that moment, she also got up, naked as I was, walked over to me, sat astride my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, took the cigarette from my hand, and said coquettishly, "Darling, I won't let you smoke, that stuff is bad for your health!"
I laughed and said, "Of course! My little darling!" Saying this, I put my arms around her slender waist and began a passionate kiss.
As we kissed, she whispered mysteriously in my ear, "Hey! Your thing is so hard, it's hurting my stomach!" She then giggled.
My heart skipped a beat, and I said, "Really? Let me see." Saying this, I tightened my arms around her slender waist and lifted her body upwards.
As I put her down, I heard her exclaim softly, "Oh, you're so naughty!" Then, she tilted her head back, closing her eyes in ecstasy. It turned out that when I lifted her, I had positioned my erect penis precisely at her tender opening, and when I lowered her, it had penetrated all the way in.
So, I held her slender waist, and she held onto my shoulders, and we began to thrust up and down...
After a while, I stood up, holding her, our bodies joined. Her body was almost parallel to the ground, her two jade-like legs hooked around my waist. I thrust in and out, and she cried out repeatedly. Her body went limp, her delicate frame drooping, her hair trailing on the ground, and slowly, she braced herself with her hands on the ground. Her body, like a small boat in a storm, rocked back and forth with my movements. Her two firm breasts rose high, like budding flowers, their peaks perfectly aligned, a truly beautiful sight…
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I picked her up and said, “Mommy, please lean on the armrest of the sofa.”
She asked, puzzled, “What for?”
I said, “I want to make love standing up, from behind.”
Her face flushed crimson, and she stammered, “No, how can I do that!”
I stroked her pretty face and said softly, “It’s something I read in a book, why don’t you give it a try?”
She lightly punched my chest with her small fist and exclaimed, “You’re so naughty! You’re not even married yet, and you’re already reading these rubbish books!”
“Who says I’m not married? I already have a beautiful and charming wife!” I said. She was startled and hurriedly asked, "Where?"
I said, "Far away, yet right before your eyes!"
She let out a soft moan and buried her face in my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist and pounding my back with her small fists.
I held her tightly, arched my back, and lifted her feet off the ground, placing them on my feet. I led her to the side of the sofa, helped her stand up, and had her lean on the armrest, her snow-white, round buttocks rising high—absolutely beautiful! I caressed her for a while, then slightly parted her legs, revealing that alluring pink patch of land. I stroked that area with my fingers, and her body trembled slightly. I noticed that it was already flowing, so without thinking, I went straight to the source.
She let out a soft "Oh."
I started slowly and gradually increased the speed, thrusting nine times shallowly and once deeply, frequently. This position, with its powerful thrusts, novel angles, and deep penetration, felt completely different from making love in bed!
She gasped, moaned, trembled, and writhed...
wave after wave of climaxes, her gasps, moans, murmurs, and cries rising and falling...
Finally, with a scream of "I'm dying!", we both reached the peak of our climax simultaneously. She slumped against the sofa armrest, while I lay sprawled on top of her. I embraced her delicate body, my hands caressing her firm breasts, my lips kissing her full back and pink buttocks.
After a long while, I turned her over and scooped her up in my arms. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her body limp like a puddle of mud, her head tilted back, her hair hanging to the ground. I sat on the sofa and let her sit on my lap, nestled in my arms.
The vigorous movement had exhausted her so much that she fell into a deep sleep, her breathing soft and even, her breath sweet as orchids. I excitedly stroked her soft skin, kissing her rosy lips and her fair, delicate face...
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she called my name softly, like a nightingale's song: "Kun'er... where are you? I miss you so much! Kun'er!" A few tears rolled down her cheeks.
I gently kissed her pretty face and whispered, "Mommy, I'm here!"
She opened her dazed, drunken eyes and said, "Kun'er, I've finally found you! Where are we?"
I said, "Mommy, we're at home, in the living room!"
She whispered, "Am I still alive? Just now, I died! Kun'er, it's true, I really died! I remember my soul soaring through the clouds to the heavens, flying among colorful clouds. I even saw a palace, and many fairies dancing, the music was incredibly beautiful. I excitedly joined them, dancing with them, wearing the same colorful dress as them. At that moment, I felt incredibly relaxed, and my heart was filled with joy.
Ah! How wonderful! Later, I suddenly thought of you and wanted to dance with you, but I couldn't find you anywhere. I called your name loudly, but no one answered. I was so anxious that I broke out in a cold sweat and started crying, not knowing what to do. Then I heard you calling me, and when I opened my eyes, I was lying in your arms! It was all a dream! "Kun'er, what a fun dream!"
she said, laughing. Her laughter was so sweet, so charming, so innocent, with tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, like a carefree little girl.
Suddenly, I felt she was my little sister, and a feeling of tenderness welled up
within me. Without thinking, I reached out and picked her up, letting her sit on my lap. She nestled against me like a little bird, her arms wrapped around my waist, as if afraid of losing me again.
I stroked her rosy cheeks and softly said, "Mommy, next time you go to heaven, you must call me first!"
"Okay! I'll definitely call you!" Her beautiful big eyes gazed at me playfully, and she nodded earnestly.
"A promise is a promise!" I said.
"A promise is a promise!" she shouted.
After saying that, the two hugged each other and burst into laughter!
When the laughter stopped, she wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, "Kun'er, I feel hungry, so hungry!"
I looked up at the clock; it was already 5:30 PM. I laughed and said, "Mommy, we haven't eaten for almost 24 hours since last night!"
She thought for a moment and said, "That's right, we didn't eat breakfast or lunch today. We've been in bed the whole time, making love non-stop! Oh dear, I'm afraid I've had over twenty orgasms!" After saying that, the two hugged and laughed again.
"Kun'er, you must be tired too. Take a rest. I'll go make breakfast for you!" she said with a smile, struggling to get off me.
I held her tightly and said, "Mommy is tired. Let me do it!"
She said coquettishly, "Then let's go together! I searched for you so hard in my dream just now. I'll never let you leave me again!"
I picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. She said, "How can I cook naked? I have to put on some clothes first!"
I said, "Isn't this great? We can make love while we cook!"
She chuckled, her face flushing again, and said softly, "No! Kun'er, the children will be back in half an hour."
I had no choice but to obey. She hugged my neck and gently kissed me on the lips, comforting me, "Darling, we're too rushed today. We can cook earlier next time and then implement your plan, okay? Actually, hearing you say that makes me feel very excited too. You don't believe me? Feel it, I'm already leaking!"
At dinner, the four of us sat together, chatting and laughing.
I felt a foot hook around my leg, and I knew who it was, so I put that foot between my legs. I glanced at her, but she just kept her head down eating, deliberately not looking at me, but her flushed face couldn't be hidden.
After my younger siblings finished their homework and went to bed, I took my mother's hand and led her into her bedroom. As
soon as we entered, I picked up her and tossed her onto the spring mattress.
She gasped, not quite understanding what was happening, before I stripped her of her outer clothes, underwear, and her most intimate vest and panties, caressing every part of her body.
She was completely overwhelmed, her body limp, her legs trembling, her long, black hair cascading over her shoulders and onto the pillow. She was consumed by desire, her shyness reduced to ashes in the raging flames.
Two naked bodies pressed together, she closed her eyes, breathing heavily...
After that day, my relationship with my stepmother immediately changed. Our feelings for each other deepened, like a newlywed couple, tender and passionate, inseparable. We made love almost every night, then fell asleep in each other's arms, making love again in the morning. Then I would leave her bedroom, afraid my younger siblings would find out.
Sometimes, when we were both home during the day, we would be naked, cuddling together, making love at any time. Sometimes she initiated, sometimes I did. Whenever the mood struck, we would immediately have sex. So, every place in the house—the bedroom, living room, bathroom, kitchen, even the small storage room...—had served as our lovemaking haven. My name is A-Kun, I'm twenty years old, and I've been working for two years. My biological mother died early, and I had a stepmother who looked remarkably like the famous mainland actress Fu Yiwei. They were practically identical—figure, face, eyes, skin, and temperament were all the same. If they stood together, it was almost impossible to tell them apart.
She was nearly twenty years younger than my father. It's said that when my father taught, my stepmother was his student, a diligent and hardworking student, and one of his favorites. Because of her family's poverty, she couldn't afford the tuition and had suggested dropping out to find employment. My father felt great regret for such a good student and contacted the school to waive her tuition, often providing financial assistance to her family.
By the time she graduated from high school, my mother had been dead for over a year. Admiring my father's character, she proposed marriage. At the time, she was a beautiful seventeen-year-old girl, with outstanding character, gentleness, and elegance—truly a rare find.
However, my father, considering the significant age difference and unwilling to waste her youth, firmly refused. But she was determined, declaring that she would never marry anyone other than my father, or she would become a nun. Her attitude moved my father, and that's how the marriage came about.
Shortly after the marriage, my father resigned from his teaching position to go into business, and later into industry. The two loved each other dearly, living in harmony. Sadly, only ten years into their marriage, three years ago, my father passed away. At that time, she was only twenty-seven and became a widow. Now you can see how unfortunate my stepmother was.
My father married her when I was in elementary school, meaning she has cared for me since I was seven. She also had a son and a daughter, eight and six years old respectively, both in elementary school. Although she had her own children, she continued to care for and look after me as if I were her own.
And I have always considered her my mother. Because I was so young when my mother passed away, I've even forgotten what she looked like. Therefore, in my heart, my stepmother is my mother.
We were a well-off family, living comfortably. Unfortunately, my father passed away early, his small factory closed, and I couldn't inherit his business; I had to work odd jobs. My stepmother was a real estate agent, and her business was very successful. She was a very capable woman, a strong figure in the business world, and with my father's legacy, she and my siblings were financially secure.
After my father's death, my mother single-handedly supported the family, and they lived quite well, with a close-knit family. Because of my stepmother's outstanding talent and stunning beauty, many people offered to marry her, but she refused them all, saying she was from the Arctic and didn't want to remarry. She remained single, pure and chaste, never harboring any romantic thoughts. I deeply admired her for this.
From a young age, I developed a habit: every day before leaving home, I would kiss my stepmother's cheek. Now, although I'm not young anymore, I still do this every day, and everyone takes it for granted. Recently, I've noticed that her gaze towards me is somewhat different—exceptionally bright and kind, filled with a kind of charm I can't express. Each time I kissed her, her body trembled slightly. Once, she even wrapped her arms around my waist, asking me to kiss her a few more times.
Another time, she even put her arms around my neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed my lips. I myself felt that my feelings for my stepmother were different from before: I began to notice her beauty and her rosy, delicate skin, and especially wanted to kiss her more.
She was naturally quiet and gentle, yet she possessed a certain alluring charm. I thought to myself, how young and beautiful my mother is, no wonder so many men pursue her. If I weren't her son, I probably would have fallen for her too. I usually just kissed her cheeks, but a desire sprouted in my heart, a desire to kiss her full and beautiful cherry lips more often. Of course, this was just wishful thinking, because I knew that only lovers could kiss. I knew that my thoughts were extremely inappropriate, and I tried my best to suppress my emotions.
One evening three months ago, it was my birthday. My stepmother prepared some good food, and the whole family happily celebrated my birthday. That evening, my stepmother kept urging me to drink, and I do enjoy beer. I drank quite a bit of beer and a little brandy, so I was a little tipsy. After dinner, I wanted to go back to my room to rest, but as soon as I stood up, I staggered and almost fell.
Seeing this, my mother grabbed one of my arms and put it around her neck, and with her other arm around my waist, she dragged and carried me back to my room. I felt her... I took off my shoes, socks, and coat, and after that, I knew nothing more, falling asleep on the bed.
In the middle of the night, I vaguely felt someone touching my penis. I woke up with a start, and there was my stepmother lying next to me. She was completely naked, and so was I. It seemed she had unintentionally made me undress. She held me tightly in her arms and kissed me.
I opened my eyes wide, completely bewildered by the scene before me, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!"
My stepmother was startled to see me awake. She quickly released my penis, pushed me away from her embrace, turned away, her cheeks flushed, and said shyly, "Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I... I thought you were drunk... you wouldn't wake up..." She covered her face with her hands.
But through her hands, I could see her face was red all the way down to her neck.
I was at a loss and tried to get out of bed. But she wouldn't let me, pleading, "Kun, don't go!" She wrapped her arms around my back, kissed my neck, and timidly uttered words of love and longing.
She said, "Kun'er, do you know, you have an intoxicating charm. No woman can resist you. I simply can't resist your allure!" Then she added that she had originally thought I was too drunk to wake up and wanted to be intimate with me for a while before leaving, but she hadn't expected me to wake up. I turned back to look at her, and she quickly lowered her head, her shy demeanor captivating.
The most difficult thing to bear is the kindness of a beautiful woman! Her words, soft and sweet, her expression so pitiful, evoked an indescribable feeling in me, stirring my heart and giving rise to all sorts of fantasies.
My stepmother was only thirty years old this year, with delicate and sweet features, rosy lips, peach-like cheeks, and cherry lips—truly beautiful; especially her pair of large, watery eyes, bright and clear, sparkling and full of affection, capable of making you feel weak all over with just one glance; moreover, she possessed a very enviable, youthful figure, slender yet voluptuous, with snow-white and delicate skin—a true beauty. Coupled with her excellent skincare and grooming, she looked no more than twenty years old, possessing an unparalleled charm.
To be honest, for a long time, whenever I saw her, I often felt a longing for her. But because she was my mother, and because of her noble, dignified, and graceful demeanor, a blend of charm and strength, I held her in high esteem and never entertained any improper thoughts.
Now, her suppressed desires, those deep-seated passions, had been awakened, becoming intense and almost uncontrollable. Filled with tenderness, she was completely different from her usual self, throwing herself into my arms with captivating grace, her eyes sparkling with allure, her passion burning like fire. Her delicate shyness only enhanced her charm, making her exceptionally alluring.
I simply couldn't resist her temptation. Impulsively, I reached out and hugged her tightly, kissing her cheeks, lips, and neck, repeatedly calling out, "Mommy... Mommy... I love you so much!" At the same time, my hands roamed freely over her curvaceous and supple body.
Faced with my intense impulse, she became somewhat shy and quickly pulled a sheet over herself. I laughed and pulled the sheet away, exposing her firm breasts, alluring hips, and almost flat stomach. She was like a rosebud waiting to bloom. I continued to kiss her. Gradually, she became less timid, growing more and more passionate and uninhibited. But she had completely lost her composure and shyness.
"Ah! My darling!" My stepmother hugged me excitedly, her hand gripping my penis tightly. I kissed her passionately, her lips slightly parted, allowing my tongue to enter and intertwine with hers.
We embraced tightly, kissing...
Soon, moans escaped her throat, and her body trembled slightly.
After a while, she whispered in my ear, "Kun'er... Mommy... I need it so much... Give it to me quickly!" Her passion had reached its boiling point, her eyes filled with thirst and pleading. She couldn't wait any longer.
I was also starting to feel the urge to act. Although I had never been in contact with a woman before, I knew from books that intercourse involved the insertion of genitals, and I had also seen some related movies, so I naturally knew what intercourse was all about. So, I rolled over and pressed myself against her delicate body, thrusting my hard penis towards that mysterious place.
But I was really inexperienced, and several attempts failed to penetrate. She slightly raised her beautiful eyes, smiled shyly, and slowly parted her legs, guiding my very thick and hard penis into a gentle, smooth, and tight space with her hand.
I stopped after only a little bit inside.
She gasped, "Why...why aren't you going in?"
I whispered, "Mommy, I'm afraid to push in too hard, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
"It's alright, I'm very deep inside, it won't hurt, please hurry! I can't take it anymore!" she cried out softly. So
I pushed in hard. As I pressed down, her waist suddenly arched upwards.
"Ah!" she let out a soft, comfortable moan, full of sweet tenderness. This meant I had penetrated her completely.
I held her tightly and kissed her.
I felt her vagina contracting and sucking on my penis, and it felt wonderful.
She whispered, "Darling, move a little!" So
I swayed my hips from side to side.
She said, "No, not like that, move up and down, in and out!"
Following her instructions, I slowly thrust in and out.
She praised me with delight, "Yes, that's it, you can go faster, harder!"
I started to gradually increase the speed... I kept thrusting.
She closed her beautiful eyes tightly, began to moan softly, her head swayed from side to side, sometimes biting her lower lip, sometimes opening her cherry lips slightly, breathing rapidly, her expression seemingly in pain.
I realized that my thrusts were too rough and making her uncomfortable, so I stopped and whispered, "Mommy, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
She opened her eyes and said shyly, "No, I feel very good, don't stop, faster, faster!"
Encouraged, I increased the speed again.
Her waist was twisting violently, her mouth open, her breathing becoming more rapid, her chest heaving, and she was calling my name: "Faster! Faster! ... Faster, harder! ... Harder! ... Oh, I'm going to die!"
I was driven by a frenzied impulse. She seemed to be in a semi-conscious state, making intermittent murmurs, the meaning of which was incomprehensible, followed by bursts of frenzied screams, screams, demanding that I thrust harder.
I thrust even harder. Her body was like a small boat tossed about in the waves, her beautiful hair flying wildly with the rapid movements, quite captivating.
Suddenly, she let out a sharp scream, her whole body convulsing, the screams ceasing, her breathing still rapid. Gradually, she came to a stop, as if asleep, limp on the bed, a blissful smile on her lips.
I knew she had orgasmed.
I hadn't ejaculated yet; my penis was still erect inside her, filling her vagina.
I knew from a book that women need caresses after an orgasm, so I gently stroked and kissed her.
After about twenty minutes, she slowly opened her alluring eyes, reached out her soft hand, and stroked my cheek, saying softly with gratitude, "Kun'er, you're so good!" She moved my head down and kissed me passionately.
We embraced tightly, our hips intertwined, our lips locked, caressing each other passionately, lingering for a long time...
Soon, her pelvis began to undulate, and I longed for another round. So, I thrust into her again. She moaned and cried out incessantly, her sharp nails digging fiercely into my arm, and her secretions flowed like a tide.
Soon, she was in the throes of orgasm again, her legs wrapped around my waist like an octopus, crying out, "Kun'er... hold me tight, I'm going to die, I..." Her words grew weaker and weaker, becoming incoherent. She was just trembling, trembling, and then suddenly she completely relaxed, her legs falling down, lying there as if unconscious...
That night, one of us was like a parched land finally seeing rain, thirsty and insatiable, while the other was experiencing tenderness for the first time, eager and tireless. We made love incessantly, changing positions several times. The sex knowledge I had learned from books came in handy, trying everything from "riding position," "69 position," "delicate jade flute position," "left side position," "right side position," "split position," "rear entry position," "shoulder carry position"...
I discovered that although my mother was older than me and had been married for over ten years, her sex knowledge was extremely limited; she only knew the traditional missionary position. Because it was our first time sleeping together, she displayed a girlish shyness and bashfulness, too embarrassed to praise me. But from her bewildered and surprised eyes, it was clear how satisfied, adoring, and convinced she was of my extensive sexual knowledge. She obediently followed my lead, enjoying the pleasure under my guidance, and with such satisfaction and immersion.
That night, we made love eight times, until dawn.
As soon as she awoke from her wild, bold, and unrestrained moans, she immediately transformed into a shy and dignified mother. When I held her neck and gently stroked her face, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with shy blush.
I asked, "Mommy, are you comfortable?" She stroked my face and said shyly, "Kun'er, good boy, you're so amazing! You've made Mommy ecstatic! You've made me ecstatic so many times! Ah, I'm so happy! I've never experienced such great pleasure before, and I even had more than ten orgasms in one night!"
I said, "Mommy and Father have been married for over ten years, haven't you ever been this happy?"
She said, "Your father is a very good man, and he has indeed given me a lot of pleasure in our sex life. But he's getting old, and his strength isn't as great as yours, so he can only give me one orgasm at most each time we make love. And he only knows the traditional missionary position, not as many as you know. Kun'er, your skills are truly breathtaking. Kun'er, today I finally understand what it means to be intoxicated, to be in ecstasy!"
After saying that, she shyly pressed her face against my chest, put one leg over my body, and reached out a hand to grasp my penis, exclaiming, "Wow!" "Still so strong! Kun'er, Mommy's completely smitten with you!"
The clock struck six; it was already six in the morning. That meant we'd been at it all night, starting at ten o'clock last night.
She stroked my face and said sweetly, "Kun'er, I can't get up. You've worn me out to the bone all night!" She added, "Please wake the two children, let them have some snacks, and then they can go to school, okay?"
I agreed, then hugged her soft, delicate body, kissing her lips and face for a while before getting up, getting dressed, and heading towards the door.
"Come back." She suddenly called to me softly, "Kun'er, the two children come to say goodbye to me every day before school. I don't want them to see me sleeping in your room. But..." She trailed off, her face flushed with shyness, "I'm so weak right now, I really can't move. Please... carry me... back to my bedroom, okay?"
I smiled and nodded, gently lifting her naked body from my bedroom downstairs to hers on the second floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my face and neck incessantly.
When I placed her on the bed, her body was perpendicular to the bed, her legs dangling over the edge, and she lay limp on the bed, unable to move. She looked at me with a pained expression, smiling bitterly, "I don't have any strength left!"
I smiled knowingly, and leaned down to gently stroke her rosy cheeks, kissing her lips. As I prepared to lift her legs and straighten her body, a captivating sight drew me in: two high, firm breasts on her snow-white bosom, their bright red nipples gleaming in the morning sun.
Below her flat stomach, a beautiful semi-circular mound, made even more prominent by her legs dangling over the edge of the bed, was covered with a thin layer of dark curls. And in the center of that mound was a thin, narrow slit, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden.
"Ah, so beautiful!" I exclaimed. Last night, preoccupied with our lovemaking, I hadn't had time to appreciate this beautiful body.
She half-opened her eyes shyly, glanced at me, smiled bashfully, and then closed them again.
Impulsively, I parted her long, slender legs, widening the slit and revealing a small, pink patch of skin. I pounced on her, lost in the moment, and began to lick and suck. With each lick, her body trembled.
She moaned in a daze, yet remained conscious, whispering, "No, Kun'er, not now, I'm afraid the children will see!"
Reminded by her words, I had no choice but to stop, but in the end I still stuck my tongue into her vagina, stirred it around for a while, making her moan softly before finally stopping.
I picked her up, laid her flat, and covered her with a sheet.
I woke my two younger siblings and ate breakfast for them. Before leaving for school, they went to their mother's room to say goodbye. I followed them.
Hearing the noise, she opened her tired eyes.
The two children asked, "Mommy, are you sick? Why aren't you up yet?"
Her face flushed, she smiled kindly, and then said softly and weakly, "Mommy isn't sick, I was just too tired yesterday and need to sleep a little longer. Go to school, eat well at school, and come home early after school."
It was already 7:30 when I saw my siblings off. I went to her bedroom to check on her, and found her still fast asleep, her arms and breasts exposed, her snow-white skin and rosy face incredibly alluring.
I couldn't help but bend down and kiss her lips. She didn't wake up. I locked the bedroom door, took off my clothes, slipped into the sheets, put my arm around her neck, and held her as we lay down. I was exhausted from our night of lovemaking.
When I woke up at two o'clock in the afternoon, I found her still in my arms. She wasn't awake yet, but one hand was tightly gripping my penis, the other around my neck, her face buried in my shoulder, her whole body nestled against me, and one leg draped over me.
Listening to her even, soft breathing, smelling the rich fragrance emanating from her body, and seeing her rosy cheeks and the charming smile on her lips, I was once again immersed in a sea of happiness.
I couldn't resist gently straightening her body, spreading her long, slender legs, and climbing on top of her, letting my penis enter her gentle embrace. I had only moved a few times when she woke up, letting out a joyful "Oh!" and embracing me...
After our lovemaking, I got up first, without putting on any clothes, lit a cigarette, and sat on the sofa to read the newspaper. Then she got up, naked like me, and walked over to me. Facing me, she straddled my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, took the cigarette from my hand, and said coquettishly, "Darling, I won't let you smoke, it's bad for your health!"
I laughed and said, "Of course! My little darling!" Saying this, I put my arms around her slender waist and we began a passionate kiss.
As we kissed, she whispered mysteriously in my ear, "Hey! Your thing is so hard, it's hurting my stomach!" She then giggled.
My heart skipped a beat, and I said, "Really? Let me see." Saying this, I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and lifted her up.
When I put her down, I heard her exclaim softly, "Oh, you're so naughty!" Then, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes in blissful ecstasy. It turned out that when I lifted her up, I took the opportunity to align my erect penis with that tender opening, and when I lowered her, it went all the way in.
So, I held her slender waist, and she held my shoulders, and we began to thrust up and down...
After a while, I stood up with her in my arms, our bodies joined together. Her body was almost parallel to the ground, and her two jade-like legs hooked around my waist. I thrust in and out, and she cried out frequently. Her body went limp, her delicate frame drooped, her beautiful hair trailing on the ground, and slowly, her hands braced themselves on the ground. Her body, like a small boat in a storm, rocked back and forth with my movements. Her two firm breasts rose high, like budding flowers, their peaks perfectly aligned, a truly beautiful sight…
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I picked her up and said, “Mommy, please lean on the armrest of the sofa.”
She asked, puzzled, “What for?”
I said, “I want to make love standing up, from behind.”
Her face flushed crimson, and she stammered, “No, how can I do that!”
I stroked her pretty face and said softly, “It’s something I read in a book, why don’t you give it a try?”
She lightly punched my chest with her small fist and exclaimed, “You’re so naughty! You’re not even married yet, and you’re already reading these rubbish books!”
“Who says I’m not married? I already have a beautiful and charming wife!” I said.
She was startled and hurriedly asked, "Where?"
I said, "Far away, yet right before your eyes!"
She let out a soft moan and buried her face in my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist and pounding my back with her small fists.
I held her tightly, arched my back, and lifted her feet off the ground, placing them on my feet. I led her to the side of the sofa, helped her stand up, and had her lean on the armrest, her snow-white, round buttocks rising high—absolutely beautiful! I caressed her for a while, then slightly parted her legs, revealing that alluring pink patch of land. I stroked that area with my fingers, and her body trembled slightly. I noticed that it was already flowing, so without thinking, I went straight to the source.
She let out a soft "Oh."
I started slowly and gradually increased the speed, thrusting nine times shallowly and once deeply, frequently. This position, with its powerful thrusts, novel angles, and deep penetration, felt completely different from making love in bed!
She gasped, moaned, trembled, and writhed...
wave after wave of climax, her breaths, moans, murmurs, and cries rising and falling...
Finally, with a scream of "I'm dying!", we both reached the peak of our climax simultaneously. She slumped against the sofa armrest, while I lay limp on top of her. I embraced her delicate body, my hands caressing her firm breasts, my lips kissing her full back and pink buttocks.
After a long while, I turned her over and lifted her up in my arms. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her body limp as a puddle of mud, her head tilted back, her hair hanging to the ground. I sat on the sofa, letting her sit on my lap, her body nestled in my arms.
The intense activity had exhausted her into a peaceful sleep, her breathing soft and even, her breath sweet as orchids. I excitedly stroked her soft skin, kissed her beautiful rosy lips and fair, delicate face...
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she called my name in a warbling voice: "Kun'er... where are you? I miss you so much! Kun'er!" A few tears streamed down her face.
I gently kissed her pretty face and whispered, "Mommy, I'm here!"
She opened her dazed, drunken eyes and said, "Kun'er, I've finally found you! Where are we?"
I said, "Mommy, we're at home, in the living room!"
She whispered, "Am I still alive? Just now, I died! Kun'er, it's true, I really died! I remember my soul soaring through the clouds to the heavens, flying among colorful clouds. I even saw a palace, and many fairies dancing, the music was incredibly beautiful. I excitedly joined them, dancing with them, wearing the same colorful dress as them. At that moment, I felt incredibly relaxed, and my heart was filled with joy.
Ah! How wonderful! Later, I suddenly thought of you and wanted to dance with you, but I couldn't find you anywhere. I called your name loudly, but no one answered. I was so anxious that I broke out in a cold sweat and started crying, not knowing what to do. Then I heard you calling me, and when I opened my eyes, I was lying in your arms! It was all a dream! "Kun'er, what a fun dream!"
she said, laughing. Her laughter was so sweet, so charming, so innocent, with tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, like a carefree little girl.
Suddenly, I felt she was my little sister, and a feeling of tenderness welled up
within me. Without thinking, I reached out and picked her up, letting her sit on my lap. She nestled against me like a little bird, her arms wrapped around my waist, as if afraid of losing me again.
I stroked her rosy cheeks and whispered, "Mommy, next time you go to heaven, you must call me first!"
"Okay! I definitely will!" Her beautiful eyes gazed at me playfully, and she nodded earnestly.
"I lost! It's a deal!" I said.
"I lost! It's a deal!" she shouted.
After saying that, we hugged each other and laughed heartily!
When the laughter stopped, she wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, "Kun'er, I feel hungry, so hungry!"
I looked up at the clock; it was already 5:30 PM. I laughed and said, "Mommy, we haven't eaten for almost 24 hours since last night!"
She thought for a moment and said, "That's right, we didn't eat breakfast or lunch today. We've been in bed the whole time, making love non-stop! Oh dear, I'm afraid I've had over 20 orgasms!" After saying that, we hugged and laughed for a while longer.
"Kun'er, you must be tired too. Take a rest. I'll go make you breakfast!" she said with a smile, struggling to get off me.
I held her tightly, saying, "Mommy's tired, let me do it!"
She playfully scolded me, "Then let's go together! I searched for you so hard in my dream, I'll never let you leave me again!"
I picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. She said, "How can I cook naked! I have to put on some clothes first!"
I said, "Isn't this great? We can make love while we cook!"
She chuckled, her face flushing red, and said softly, "No! Kun'er, the children will be back in half an hour."
I had no choice but to obey. She wrapped her arms around my neck, gave me a light kiss on the lips, and comforted me, saying, "Darling, we're too rushed today. We can cook earlier next time, and then we can implement your plan, okay? Actually, hearing you say that makes me feel very excited too. You can feel it, I'm already leaking!"
At dinner, the four of us sat together, chatting and laughing.
I felt a foot hook around my leg, and I knew who it was, so I sandwiched it between my legs. I glanced at her; she just kept her head down eating, deliberately avoiding my gaze, but her flushed face was undeniable.
After my younger siblings finished their homework and went to bed, I took my mother's hand and led her into her bedroom.
As soon as we entered, I picked up her delicate body and threw her far away onto the spring mattress.
She cried out in surprise, and before she could even react, I had stripped her of her outer clothes, underwear, and her most intimate vest and panties, caressing every part of her body.
She was completely captivated, her body limp, her legs trembling, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders and onto the pillow. She was consumed by desire, her shyness reduced to ashes in the raging flames.
Two naked bodies pressed together, she closed her eyes, breathing heavily...
After that day, my relationship with my stepmother immediately changed. Our feelings for each other deepened, like a newlywed couple, tender and passionate, inseparable. We made love almost every night, then fell asleep in each other's arms, making love again in the morning. Then I would leave her bedroom, afraid my younger siblings would find out.
Sometimes, when we were both home during the day, we would be naked, cuddling together, making love at any time. Sometimes she initiated, sometimes I did. Whenever the mood struck, we would immediately have sex. So, every place in the house—the bedroom, living room, bathroom, kitchen, even the small storage room...—had served as our lovemaking haven. My name is A-Kun, I'm twenty years old, and I've been working for two years. My biological mother died early, and I had a stepmother who looked remarkably like the famous mainland actress Fu Yiwei. They were practically identical—figure, face, eyes, skin, and temperament were all the same. If they stood together, it was almost impossible to tell them apart.
She was nearly twenty years younger than my father. It's said that when my father taught, my stepmother was his student, a diligent and hardworking student, and one of his favorites. Because of her family's poverty, she couldn't afford the tuition and had suggested dropping out to find employment. My father felt great regret for such a good student and contacted the school to waive her tuition, often providing financial assistance to her family.
By the time she graduated from high school, my mother had been dead for over a year. Admiring my father's character, she proposed marriage. At the time, she was a beautiful seventeen-year-old girl, with outstanding character, gentleness, and elegance—truly a rare find.
However, my father, considering the significant age difference and unwilling to waste her youth, firmly refused. But she was determined, declaring that she would never marry anyone other than my father, or she would become a nun. Her attitude moved my father, and that's how the marriage came about.
Shortly after the marriage, my father resigned from his teaching position to go into business, and later into industry. The two loved each other dearly, living in harmony. Sadly, only ten years into their marriage, three years ago, my father passed away. At that time, she was only twenty-seven and became a widow. Now you can see how unfortunate my stepmother was.
My father married her when I was in elementary school, meaning she has cared for me since I was seven. She also had a son and a daughter, eight and six years old respectively, both in elementary school. Although she had her own children, she continued to care for and look after me as if I were her own.
And I have always considered her my mother. Because I was so young when my mother passed away, I've even forgotten what she looked like. Therefore, in my heart, my stepmother is my mother.
We were a well-off family, living comfortably. Unfortunately, my father passed away early, his small factory closed, and I couldn't inherit his business; I had to work odd jobs. My stepmother was a real estate agent, and her business was very successful. She was a very capable woman, a strong figure in the business world, and with my father's legacy, she and my siblings were financially secure.
After my father's death, my mother single-handedly supported the family, and they lived quite well, with a close-knit family. Because of my stepmother's outstanding talent and stunning beauty, many people offered to marry her, but she refused them all, saying she was from the Arctic and didn't want to remarry. She remained single, pure and chaste, never harboring any romantic thoughts. I deeply admired her for this.
From a young age, I developed a habit: every day before leaving home, I would kiss my stepmother's cheek. Now, although I'm not young anymore, I still do this every day, and everyone takes it for granted. Recently, I've noticed that her gaze towards me is somewhat different—exceptionally bright and kind, filled with a kind of charm I can't express. Each time I kissed her, her body trembled slightly. Once, she even wrapped her arms around my waist, asking me to kiss her a few more times.
Another time, she even put her arms around my neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed my lips. I myself felt that my feelings for my stepmother were different from before: I began to notice her beauty and her rosy, delicate skin, and especially wanted to kiss her more.
She was naturally quiet and gentle, yet she possessed a certain alluring charm. I thought to myself, how young and beautiful my mother is, no wonder so many men pursue her. If I weren't her son, I probably would have fallen for her too. I usually just kissed her cheeks, but a desire sprouted in my heart, a desire to kiss her full and beautiful cherry lips more often. Of course, this was just wishful thinking, because I knew that only lovers could kiss. I knew that my thoughts were extremely inappropriate, and I tried my best to suppress my emotions.
One evening three months ago, it was my birthday. My stepmother prepared some good food, and the whole family happily celebrated my birthday. That evening, my stepmother kept urging me to drink, and I do enjoy beer. I drank quite a bit of beer and a little brandy, so I was a little tipsy. After dinner, I wanted to go back to my room to rest, but as soon as I stood up, I staggered and almost fell.
Seeing this, my mother grabbed one of my arms and put it around her neck, and with her other arm around my waist, she practically dragged and carried me back to my room. I felt her... I took off my shoes, socks, and coat, and after that, I knew nothing more than falling asleep on the bed.
In the middle of the night, I vaguely felt someone touching my penis. I woke with a start, only to find my stepmother lying beside me. She was completely naked, and so was I; it seemed she had unintentionally undressed me because of you. She held me tightly in her arms and kissed me.
I opened my eyes wide, utterly bewildered by the scene before me, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!"
My stepmother, seeing me awake, was also startled. She quickly released my penis, pushed me away from her embrace, turned away, her cheeks flushed, and said shyly, "Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I... I thought... you were drunk... you wouldn't wake up..." She covered her face with her hands.
But through the gaps in her hands, I could see her face was red all the way down to her neck.
I was at a loss, and tried to get out of bed to leave. But she wouldn't let me go, pleading, "Kun, don't go!" She wrapped her limbs around me from behind, kissing my neck and timidly uttering words of longing and desire for me.
She said, "Kun'er, do you know, you have an intoxicating charm. No woman can resist you. I simply can't resist your allure!" Then she added that she had originally thought I was too drunk to wake up and wanted to spend some time intimately with me before leaving, but she hadn't expected me to wake up. I turned to look at her, and she quickly lowered her head, her shy demeanor captivating.
The most difficult thing to bear is the kindness of a beautiful woman! Her words, soft and sweet, her expression so pitiful, evoked in me an indescribable feeling, stirring my heart and filling me with passionate thoughts.
My stepmother is only thirty years old this year. She is pretty and sweet, with rosy lips, peach-blossom cheeks, and cherry lips—truly beautiful. Especially striking are her large, watery eyes, bright and clear, sparkling and full of affection; one glance from them can send shivers down your spine. Moreover, she possesses a stunningly beautiful figure, slender yet voluptuous, with snow-white, delicate skin—a true beauty. She takes excellent care of herself and dresses very well, making her look no more than twenty years old, with an unparalleled charm.
To be honest, for a long time, whenever I see her, I often feel a longing for her. However, because she is my mother, and because of her noble, dignified, and graceful demeanor, a blend of allure and strength, I hold her in high esteem and have never harbored any improper thoughts.
Now, her suppressed desires, the longings hidden deep within her heart, had been aroused, becoming intense and almost uncontrollable. Full of tenderness, she was a stark contrast to her usual demeanor, throwing herself into my arms with captivating grace and alluring charm, her eyes sparkling with passion. Her delicate shyness only enhanced her allure, making her exceptionally captivating.
I couldn't resist her temptation. Impulsively, I reached out and pulled her tightly into my embrace, kissing her cheeks, lips, and neck, repeatedly calling out, "Mommy... Mommy... I love you so much!" At the same time, my hands roamed freely over her curvaceous and supple body.
Faced with my intense impulse, she became somewhat shy and quickly pulled a sheet over herself. I laughed and pulled the sheet away, revealing her firm breasts, alluring hips, and almost flat stomach. She was like a rosebud about to bloom, waiting to blossom in all its glory. I continued kissing her. She gradually became less timid, growing increasingly passionate and uninhibited. But she had completely lost her composure and shyness.
"Ah! My darling!" My stepmother excitedly embraced me, her hand gripping my penis tightly. I kissed her passionately; her lips parted slightly, allowing my tongue to enter and intertwine with hers.
We held each other tightly, kissing...
Soon, moans escaped her throat, her body trembling slightly.
After a while, she whispered in my ear, "Kun'er... Mommy... I need it so much... Give it to me quickly!" Her passion had reached its peak, her eyes brimming with thirst and pleading. She couldn't wait any longer.
I, too, was beginning to feel the urge. Although I had never been in contact with a woman before, I knew from books that sexual intercourse involved the insertion of genitals, and I had also seen some related films, so I naturally knew what sexual intercourse was all about. So, I rolled over and pressed myself against her delicate body, thrusting my hard penis towards that mysterious place.
But I was truly inexperienced, and several attempts failed to penetrate. She slightly raised her beautiful eyes, smiled shyly, and slowly parted her legs, guiding my very thick and hard penis into a gentle, smooth, and tight world.
I stopped after only a little in.
She gasped, "You... why... aren't you going in?"
I whispered, "Mommy, I'm afraid to go in too hard, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
"It's okay, I'm very deep inside, it won't hurt, please hurry! I can't take it anymore!" she cried out.
So I pushed in harder. As I pressed down, her waist suddenly arched upwards.
"Ah!" she let out a soft, comfortable cry, full of sweet tenderness. This meant I had penetrated her completely.
I held her tightly and kissed her.
I noticed her vagina was contracting and sucking my penis, which felt very good.
She whispered, "Darling, move a little!" So
I swayed my hips from side to side.
She said, "No, move up and down, in and out!"
Following her instructions, I slowly thrust in and out.
She praised me with delight, "Yes, that's it, you can go faster, harder!"
I started to gradually increase the speed... I kept thrusting.
She closed her beautiful eyes tightly and began to moan softly, her head swaying from side to side, sometimes biting her lower lip, sometimes opening her cherry lips slightly, breathing rapidly, her expression seemingly in pain.
I realized that my thrusts were too rough and hurt her, so I stopped and whispered, "Mommy, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
She opened her eyes and said shyly, "No, I feel very good, don't stop, faster, faster!"
Encouraged, I increased the speed again.
Her waist was twisting violently, her mouth open, her breathing becoming more rapid, her chest heaving, and she was calling my name: "Faster! Faster! ... Faster, harder! ... Harder! ... Oh, I'm going to die!"
I was driven by a frenzied impulse. She seemed to be in a semi-conscious state, making intermittent murmurs, the meaning of which was incomprehensible, followed by bursts of frenzied screams, screams, demanding that I thrust harder.
I thrust even harder. Her body was like a small boat tossed about in the waves, her beautiful hair flying wildly with the rapid movements, quite captivating.
Suddenly, she let out a sharp scream, her whole body convulsing, the screams ceasing, her breathing still rapid. Gradually, she came to a stop, as if asleep, limp on the bed, a blissful smile on her lips.
I knew she had orgasmed.
I hadn't ejaculated yet; my penis was still erect inside her, filling her vagina.
I knew from a book that women need caresses after an orgasm, so I gently stroked and kissed her.
After about twenty minutes, she slowly opened her alluring eyes, reached out her soft hand, and stroked my cheek, saying softly with gratitude, "Kun'er, you're so good!" She then moved my head down and kissed me passionately.

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