My amazing stepmother's breast milk

For me, there are only three impressions of my mother: faded photographs, the three sticks of incense burned on my birthday every year, and my father's sorrowful eyes.

My mother died in childbirth; in other words, my birthday is the anniversary of her death.

So I have never met my mother, nor have I ever experienced a single day of maternal love.

After his wife passed away, my father poured all his energy into his career, which flourished. But the more money he earned, the emptier he felt inside, until he met my stepmother, Liao Xiushan.

My stepmother joined my father's company as a secretary right after graduating from university. When my father first met her, he was utterly astonished; his long-calm heart was instantly disrupted by her.

My father had very high standards, which was the main reason he hadn't wanted to remarry even after my mother had passed away so long ago.

My stepmother was truly stunning: shoulder-length hair, an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, a straight, jade-carved nose, full lips, fair skin with a rosy glow, high, firm breasts, a slender waist, round, plump hips, and long, shapely legs—she was an absolute beauty.

Although my father was a bit older, he was still very dashing, humorous, wealthy, and possessed a unique charm of a middle-aged man. Under his persistent pursuit, my stepmother quickly fell for him, and the two decided to get married after knowing each other for only three months.

My father deliberately let my stepmother and I get to know each other first. My stepmother was a very gentle and understanding person, and I quickly accepted her. Only then did my father announce their decision to get married.

I knew very well my father's loneliness and sadness, and he was also happy that someone could help me open my heart again. So when my father told me that he wanted to remarry, I almost immediately gave my full support. And so, my stepmother entered the Wang family as a stepmother.

My stepmother knew very well that the role of a stepmother was not very pleasing, so she always tried her best to be good to me, didn't interfere much in my life, and patiently tolerated this big boy who was going through adolescence.

These efforts were not in vain, and I quickly got used to having my stepmother as a new member of the family.

My father always hoped I would call my stepmother "Mom," but I could never bring myself to say it. Although she was heartbroken, she knew these things couldn't be rushed, so she pretended not to care and even tried to persuade my father not to mind.

So for all these years, I've called her Aunt Xiushan.

Before Aunt Xiushan came into the family, my classmates told me, "Stepmothers are terrible." "Stepmothers abuse the ex-wife's children."

"Stepmothers only love their own children and feed the ex-wife's children leftovers." But my stepmother had already won me over, so I scoffed at those opinions and didn't care at all.

The three of us lived harmoniously for three years until my stepmother became pregnant, at which point things began to change.

Three years after marrying my father, my stepmother finally became pregnant. When my father

learned that my stepmother was pregnant, he was overjoyed to the point of being overwhelmed with happiness.

My father's work is very busy, often requiring him to travel abroad for business, so he specifically instructed me to take good care of my stepmother while he was away.

However, my father overlooked my feelings. Although I readily agreed, I couldn't help feeling uneasy. While I was also happy to have a younger brother or sister, seeing my father and stepmother so excitedly preparing to welcome the new life made me feel like an outsider, completely unable to fit into this once familiar environment.

Before, when I was upset, my stepmother would always comfort me and encourage me.

But now, with her first pregnancy, she was barely able to take care of herself; how could she possibly care for me?

This made me feel unimportant and neglected.

Especially with the pressure of the upcoming high school entrance exams, I unknowingly became irritable and my behavior increasingly irrational. The once well-behaved and innocent me had changed.

To relieve stress, at the urging of classmates, I watched my first pornographic film, and tragically, I became addicted to it.

Because I spent so much time on porn and masturbation, my grades plummeted.

My father was too busy, and my stepmother didn't know how to communicate with me, a rebellious boy, so no problems had yet arisen. But the problems weren't nonexistent; they were lurking beneath the surface.

I did terribly on the mock exam that day, and the teacher even called me into the office and scolded me for over an hour, which made me feel extremely bad.

When I got home, I rushed back to my room without saying a word, without even greeting my stepmother. This saddened her; she couldn't understand why I had become like this.

I locked my door, put the pornographic film I borrowed yesterday into the computer, and watched the intense intercourse between men and women on the screen. I reached into my pants and skillfully masturbated, trying to forget my disappointment with physical pleasure. My

stepmother knocked on my door, asking me to come out for dinner! My father had been away on a business trip for a week and wouldn't be back for another three weeks, leaving just the two of us at home.

I completely ignored her, secretly sneering, thinking, "Just mind your own business. Don't worry about me. I'm not your biological son. If you want to care, go care of your own child. He'll be born in five months anyway." This made my stepmother feel helpless. She ate some food casually and felt very lonely. She started missing my father. Since marrying him, they had rarely seen each other because of his busy business. However, because I was very considerate, my stepmother, being an only child, felt like she had an extra brother, which prevented her from feeling lonely.

But now, my attitude made her both confused and sad. After finishing her meal in loneliness, she tidied up hastily and went back to her room.

Thinking of all the care and devotion she had shown me over the past three years, and how it had all come to this, my stepmother felt deeply wronged. She lay on the bed, crying herself to sleep.

In her dream, she seemed to see my father return. Filled with confusion, she threw herself into his arms, sobbing as she poured out her grievances.

In the dream, my father gently comforted her, kissing her. The two, separated for so long, made love passionately in the dream. But it was just a dream; waking up only brought an even greater emptiness.

Because of her pregnancy, my stepmother's already full breasts became even larger and more voluptuous. Her marble-sized nipples stood proudly upright, making one want to pinch and fondle them. Her five-month pregnant belly looked incredibly sexy.

I watched my stepmother fondling herself with abandon. I never expected that my usually virtuous stepmother would appear so wanton now. Her phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, her teeth gently biting her lower lip, emitting moaning sounds. Her left hand pinched her nipple, while her right hand reached down to dig into her vagina, vigorously rubbing her clitoris, and even inserting her fingers into her vagina, thrusting them in and out.

Looking at my lewd stepmother, my penis instantly became hot and hard. I simply took it out and started masturbating. I even wanted to rush over right then and there and forcefully thrust my burning-hot penis into her wet, moist vagina.

But I didn't dare in the end, only daring to peek at my stepmother while masturbating.

I've seen plenty of porn, but this was the first time I'd seen a live performance.

My stepmother's live masturbation show excited me more than any porn, and I quickly ejaculated.

Caught off guard, I couldn't help but spray all my semen onto the doorknob. Luckily, my stepmother was still lost in her fantasy and didn't notice.

I quickly wiped myself clean and went back to my room to sleep.

The memory of seeing my stepmother's solo sex act kept me awake, and I couldn't help but secretly masturbate again under the covers until I calmed down.

My stepmother, finally snapping out of her lust, took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat.

When she returned to her room, she felt a sticky liquid on the doorknob. Curious, she brought it to her nose and sniffed it. A familiar fishy smell hit her nostrils. Could it be semen? There were only two people in the room; who else could it be but me?

Oh no! Did he see me masturbating?

My stepmother was both ashamed and annoyed. She wanted to ask for an explanation but was too shy to speak up. Finally, she decided to invite me to the supermarket the next day to show off her culinary skills. She wanted to mend the distance between us these past few days and also subtly probe what I had seen.

The next day was Saturday, a school holiday. My stepmother woke me up early. I was afraid that what had happened the night before would be revealed and I would be scolded,

so I answered the door somewhat guiltily. But she just wanted me to go grocery shopping with her.

Since my stepmother became pregnant, I hadn't gone shopping with her. Although I wasn't very willing, I thought about how kind she had always been to me, so I agreed.

My family lives in a community halfway up the mountain, and we have to drive to the supermarket.

My stepmother was driving, wearing a pink maternity dress. For comfort, the fabric of these dresses isn't very thick, and it couldn't hide Rimi's full breasts at all.

After seeing yesterday's live performance, I couldn't help but keep my gaze fixed on Rimi's chest and crotch.

Although I could quickly look away each time, it didn't take long before my eyes drifted back.

My stepmother, of course, noticed my inappropriate gaze. She knew she should be angry and scold me, but for some reason, she showed no anger whatsoever. In fact, she felt a little proud that her pregnant appearance could still attract a young boy like me. So she didn't say anything, pretending not to see my rude look, letting me admire her to my heart's content.

Finally, we arrived at the supermarket, and my stepmother smiled and said to me, "Your father hasn't been home these past few days, so we haven't cooked. Today, let Auntie show off her steak-frying skills for you to try." Although I didn't say anything, the fleeting emotion in my eyes made my stepmother happy.

The supermarket was crowded on the holiday, but my stepmother didn't seem to care and squeezed through the crowd to grab discounted items. Normally, with my father's wealth, he wouldn't mind spending such a small amount of money.

However, my stepmother's family isn't wealthy, and they're

always very frugal when they buy things, a habit they can't seem to break.

While I secretly resented my stepmother's carelessness, I could only stay close to her, protecting her protruding belly, afraid that the baby inside her might be injured.

When there are many people around, the air conditioning is useless. Before long, my stepmother and I were soaked in sweat. I felt terrible, but my stepmother didn't care at all and just flicked her wet hair.

Looking at my excited stepmother, I thought of the lewd side of her I saw yesterday, and the dignified and elegant side she usually was. Which stepmother was her true self?

In an instant, I felt extremely confused.

Seeing my strange expression, my stepmother assumed I was tired. She gently stuck out her tongue and said apologetically, "Look at me, I really lose control as soon as I see a discount. I'm sorry, let's go buy some steak now!" She then pulled me away, completely unaware that her ample breasts were pressing against my arm. She only noticed that Wenjun's arms were very strong and muscular, not at all like a fifteen-year-old boy.

When we reached the cutlery section, my stepmother began carefully selecting the cuts of steak.

Because she was so focused on choosing, she naturally bent down to pick them out.

I suddenly realized that because she had just been sweating, the thin maternity dress clung tightly to Li Mei's body. When her stepmother bent over to pick out a steak, her pert bottom pulled her skirt up, completely exposing her perfectly shaped, full buttocks.

Even the red thong she was wearing underneath was clearly visible to me. I could even clearly see a thin strip of fabric tucked between Li Mei's full, round buttocks, and a tuft of dark, curly hair peeked out from the sides of the thong, looking incredibly alluring.

This was unacceptable. My penis immediately became hard and swollen, although my rational mind told me that Xiu Shan was my stepmother, and I absolutely could not have any romantic feelings for her.

But teenagers in puberty naturally have an almost primal urge towards women's bodies, especially after seeing my stepmother's lewd masturbation video yesterday. I simply couldn't control myself; I just wanted to get closer to this beautiful pregnant woman who could drive any man crazy.

Although my stepmother sensed that I was beside her, she didn't even lift her head. She just asked me, "Ah-Xiang, how many pounds do you want to eat? Is sirloin okay? Or T-bone?" I casually answered my stepmother's question because my focus wasn't on that at all. My eyes were completely fixed on my stepmother's swaying, enormous breasts.

Because my stepmother was bending over while choosing her clothes, I could easily see her breasts, which were larger due to her pregnancy, swaying with her movements through her low-cut neckline.

Around three months into pregnancy, a woman's breasts begin to enlarge in preparation for breastfeeding, making most of my stepmother's original bras too small; the ones she was wearing now were recent purchases.

Knowing that her breasts would grow even larger due to pregnancy, she deliberately bought bras two sizes too large. This meant her bras couldn't completely cover her breasts, and her dark red nipples were now alluringly visible through the bra.

Just then, a group of boys appeared behind her. They too noticed the alluring sight of her stepmother and stopped to admire her full, shapely buttocks.

For some reason, seeing those men's lustful gazes ignited a nameless fire within me. I angrily berated them, "Fuck your mother, are you looking at Sanxiao?" My stepmother stood up in surprise, looking at me, not understanding why I had suddenly become so rude.

She complained, "Axiang! What's wrong with you? How can you swear like that?" I didn't answer, only glaring at the men with a livid face, like a cub protecting its territory.

Most of the men who heard my cursing simply ignored me and left. Only one middle-aged man, his mouth full of betel nut, muttered irritably in Taiwanese as he walked away, "Damn it! You can look, but we can't? If you're afraid of being seen, don't go out!"

Hearing that man's words, I noticed my stepmother staring at him with a surprised look, her face flushed with shame and anger. From the middle-aged man's words, she knew that she must have just exposed herself, and not only had I not warned her, but I had also been secretly watching her without saying a word, which made my stepmother very uncomfortable.

I felt ashamed and angry that my secret had been exposed in public, and I didn't dare to look at my stepmother. In my anger and embarrassment, I vented all my anger on that middle-aged man.

"Damn it!" With a roar, and amidst my stepmother's startled cry, I furiously lunged at the middle-aged man.

For a middle school student, I was quite strong, but although the man was thin and small, he was still an adult and not so easy to handle.

"Don't fight! Ah-Xiang~~ Help! Someone help me!" my stepmother cried out in panic.

Seeing my beautiful pregnant stepmother on the verge of tears, some bystanders couldn't bear it and helped pull me and the man apart.

By the time the onlookers finally separated us, my eyes were already blacked out, and the man wasn't faring much better; blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, supermarket staff came to help and persuaded the man to leave. After being pulled away, he was still shouting loudly indignantly. I stared at the man's back without saying a word, cursing him a thousand times in my heart. If my stepmother hadn't desperately held me back, I would have rushed up and beaten him up again.

I reluctantly approached my stepmother. The strong smell of alcohol made me frown.

"How did you get so drunk?" I thought to myself, staying here isn't going to solve anything. Although I was very unhappy, I could only endure the stench of alcohol and help my stepmother up, saying,

"Come on, let me help you to your room to rest."

"No! I want to drink more~ I'll toast you! Hmm, let's drink!" I ignored my stepmother's drunken ramblings and helped her into the room to rest. My stepmother kept insisting on continuing to drink.

After helping my stepmother into the room, I tossed her onto the bed. Perhaps she was already tired, because she didn't speak anymore, only uttering some muffled sounds.

My stepmother lay supine on the double bed, her skirt rolled up to her knees, sprawled out in an extremely unseemly position, her snow-white, plump thighs spread at a sixty-degree angle, the ends of her legs vaguely visible.

Her head was turned to the side, her thick, dark hair cascading down, her long, slender neck displaying an extremely elegant curve. "

I'm a normal woman, even when I'm pregnant I still have sexual desires, I can't take it anymore!"

My stepmother glared at me with teary eyes and said, "

You must think I'm lewd, that's why you look down on me, right?" I stammered, "No~ no! I wouldn't!" "Nonsense! That's exactly what you are!" My stepmother started crying again, saying, "That's why you look down on me."

I was almost fainting. What was going on?! Does getting drunk make you like this?

He blurted out, "It's true, I would never look down on you like that!

What's so great about masturbation? I masturbate every day."

As soon as he finished speaking, I knew I was doomed. How could he even say something like that!

To my surprise, my stepmother just looked at me with surprise and said, "Every day?"

A strange light flashed in her beautiful phoenix eyes as she said,

"Really? You really can do it every day?"

"I can't help it, I drank her milk, whoever drinks the milk is my mother!" I turned to my stepmother and exchanged a knowing look.

"Mom! After Dad goes on his business trip, I want to drink milk again~~~"

For me, my impression of my mother consists of only three things: faded photographs, the three sticks of incense on my birthday every year, and my father's sorrowful eyes.

My mother died in childbirth, which means my birthday is also the anniversary of her death.

So I have never seen my mother, and of course, I have never experienced a single day of maternal love.

After his wife passed away, my father poured all his energy into his career, which flourished. However, the more money he earned, the emptier he felt inside, until he met my stepmother, Liao Xiushan. My

stepmother joined my father's company as a secretary right after graduating from university. My father was utterly astonished when he first met her; her beauty stirred up his long-dormant emotions.

My father had very high standards, which was the main reason why he hadn't wanted to remarry even after my mother's passing.

My stepmother was truly stunning. She had shoulder-length hair, an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, a straight, jade-carved nose, full lips, fair skin with a rosy glow, high, firm breasts, a slender waist, round, plump hips, and long, shapely legs—she was an absolute beauty.

Although my father was a bit older, he was still very dashing, humorous, wealthy, and possessed a unique charm of a middle-aged man. Under his persistent pursuit, my stepmother quickly fell for him, and the two decided to get married after knowing each other for only three months.

My father deliberately let my stepmother and I get to know each other first. My stepmother was a very gentle and understanding person, and I quickly accepted her. Only then did my father announce their decision to get married.

I knew very well my father's loneliness and sadness, and he was also happy that someone could help me open my heart again. So when my father told me that he wanted to remarry, I almost immediately gave my full support. And so, my stepmother entered the Wang family as a stepmother.

My stepmother knew very well that the role of a stepmother was not very pleasing, so she always tried her best to be good to me, didn't interfere much in my life, and patiently tolerated this big boy who was going through adolescence.

These efforts were not in vain, and I quickly got used to having my stepmother as a new member of the family.

My father always hoped I would call my stepmother "Mom," but I could never bring myself to say it. Although she was heartbroken, she knew these things couldn't be rushed, so she pretended not to care and even tried to persuade my father not to mind.

So for all these years, I've called her Aunt Xiushan.

Before Aunt Xiushan came into the family, my classmates told me, "Stepmothers are terrible." "Stepmothers abuse the ex-wife's children."

"Stepmothers only love their own children and feed the ex-wife's children leftovers." But my stepmother had already won me over, so I scoffed at those opinions and didn't care at all.

The three of us lived harmoniously for three years until my stepmother became pregnant, at which point things began to change.

Three years after marrying my father, my stepmother finally became pregnant. When my father

learned that my stepmother was pregnant, he was overjoyed to the point of being overwhelmed with happiness.

My father's work is very busy, often requiring him to travel abroad for business, so he specifically instructed me to take good care of my stepmother while he was away.

However, my father overlooked my feelings. Although I readily agreed, I couldn't help feeling uneasy. While I was also happy to have a younger brother or sister, seeing my father and stepmother so excitedly preparing to welcome the new life made me feel like an outsider, completely unable to fit into this once familiar environment.

Before, when I was upset, my stepmother would always comfort me and encourage me.

But now, with her first pregnancy, she was barely able to take care of herself; how could she possibly care for me?

This made me feel unimportant and neglected.

Especially with the pressure of the upcoming high school entrance exams, I unknowingly became irritable and my behavior increasingly irrational. The once well-behaved and innocent me had changed.

To relieve stress, at the urging of classmates, I watched my first pornographic film, and tragically, I became addicted to it.

Because I spent so much time on porn and masturbation, my grades plummeted.

My father was too busy, and my stepmother didn't know how to communicate with me, a rebellious boy, so no problems had yet arisen. But the problems weren't nonexistent; they were lurking beneath the surface.

I did terribly on the mock exam that day, and the teacher even called me into the office and scolded me for over an hour, which made me feel extremely bad.

When I got home, I rushed back to my room without saying a word, without even greeting my stepmother. This saddened her; she couldn't understand why I had become like this.

I locked my door, put the pornographic film I borrowed yesterday into the computer, and watched the intense intercourse between men and women on the screen. I reached into my pants and skillfully masturbated, trying to forget my disappointment with physical pleasure. My

stepmother knocked on my door, asking me to come out for dinner! My father had been away on a business trip for a week and wouldn't be back for another three weeks, leaving just the two of us at home.

I completely ignored her, secretly sneering, thinking, "Just mind your own business. Don't worry about me. I'm not your biological son. If you want to care, go care of your own child. He'll be born in five months anyway." This made my stepmother feel helpless. She ate some food casually and felt very lonely. She started missing my father. Since marrying him, they had rarely seen each other because of his busy business. However, because I was very considerate, my stepmother, being an only child, felt like she had an extra brother, which prevented her from feeling lonely.

But now, my attitude made her both confused and sad. After finishing her meal in loneliness, she tidied up hastily and went back to her room.

Thinking of all the care and devotion she had shown me over the past three years, and how it had all come to this, my stepmother felt deeply wronged. She lay on the bed, crying herself to sleep.

In her dream, she seemed to see my father return. Filled with confusion, she threw herself into his arms, sobbing as she poured out her grievances.

In the dream, my father gently comforted her, kissing her. The two, separated for so long, made love passionately in the dream. But it was just a dream; waking up only brought an even greater emptiness.

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