When I came home from school feeling down, my stepmom would always gently hug me. Whether it was after a fight with friends or being rejected by someone I liked, whenever she hugged me, all the bad feelings would disappear. Or so I thought... It seems that was a misunderstanding; it wasn't my stepmom's kindness but her huge breasts that were healing me. My mind is filled with thoughts of my stepmom's breasts. Ah… I want to grope them… lick them… drown in them…
