Become a toilet toilet slave of a beautiful stepmother

Author: tly
Word count: 6538
A toilet toilet slave who became a beautiful stepmother (transfer)

The news of my father’s death was a big shock to me, but fortunately my father left me a house and enough money to finish my studies, which allowed me to bounce back after a while. I was later adopted by my “stepmother” who was actually my aunt. My father used to like his stepmother very much. Since they met, he came home very late, but now he has passed away unfortunately. My father often thinks of my biological mother, but I have no memory of it. When my stepmother and I attended my father’s funeral, I remember her saying to me: “Little master, you are now the only man in this house.” I was very proud of these words, and I couldn’t help hugging her. It was the first time I had such close contact with a woman’s body and felt the warmth of her body. One day a few months later, I suddenly caught her coming out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her waist. She found me staring at her in surprise, she smiled and said that I would get used to it, when she went to get dressed, I followed her quietly, firmly attracted by her seductive buttocks. She spotted me but didn’t say anything, went about her business, took off the towel, started putting on panties, then a bra, then a clean blouse, and finally put on pants, all the while I didn’t bat an eye, “I don’t think your father would mind if you did that, would you?” I had to agree, and then she looked directly at me and said, “Yeah, since you’re a man and you have a right to know all this, I think it’s time for you to grow up in this way, or it will affect you badly in the future, can’t believe it?” My ears, of course I nodded in agreement. “But there is a problem. Every time I talk about these topics to my female classmates, they refuse to talk to me, and then go to the teacher with a snickering smile, which always brings me a lot of trouble.” She looked at me in surprise and said, “You really did that? Oh, I’m so proud of you, boy, you are so brave.” She seemed to be thinking, and then went to cook. The stepmother was tall and curvy, with blond hair, gray eyes, full lips, and a high nose. She looked about 35 years old, and I finally knew why my father was attracted to her. “Mom, I’m so happy that you can be my sex teacher.” I found that she seemed to relax a little bit, maybe she said those words without thinking about them just now, thinking that I would be disgusted, but the fact is just the opposite. I found myself obsessed with her body to an almost horny level. “Very good boy, wash the dishes and come to my bedroom, okay?” I hurriedly started to wash the dishes. When I went into her room, I found that she was already lying under the quilt. “Oh, you’re so fast, well, it’s your first lesson now, come and have a look here.” She lifted the quilt, revealing two sexy long legs under the nightgown. I leaned in and started to feel the heat from her body, and my lower part was starting to harden. “Want to kiss my belly?”Of course I agreed, and then was once again intoxicated by her sensuality and admiring it so close. I started kissing her belly and it was so good, I kept sniffing and licking until the stepmother laughed and said, “Oh, that’s so good, what about the rest of my body?” I looked at her naked body, and then at her. “Go on, you can choose what you like.” I decided to continue to explore, first touched a forest, and then jumped over until my tongue climbed a small hill. I was a little depressed, looked at my stepmother, and she continued to encourage me: “Go on, dear son, that makes me feel very comfortable!” I continued to lick, felt her soft and wet pussy, and slowly stroked her with my tongue, it felt so good. “Why don’t you get on the bed and lie down next to me and rest?” Good idea, so I did, and I curled up between her legs and started my first real exploration. Serving her with my tongue seemed to require a lot of skill, so she covered my head with a nightgown and then covered me with a quilt. “I think it will be very comfortable, I can read and you can learn how to serve women.” She began to gasp with excitement, I figured I didn’t have to answer the question and continued with my work, when suddenly she turned sideways and my head was caught between her legs. “Oh… so comfortable… You seem to be born to serve women… I don’t think I can let you go…” So it seemed to become a habit for her to hold me between her legs and make me serve her for the next few months. One change is that from her attitude, what she wants me to do is more and more like an order. I didn’t mind it, in fact I liked it better when she did it to me I just didn’t realize it at the time. One night, she wanted to pee, and asked me to go to the bathroom with her in the same almost commanding tone as before. “Want to see what a woman looks like when she pees? Do you want to see it with your own eyes?” “Yes, Mom, can I?” “Of course I can, maybe you can help me a little bit.” I followed her into the place, she did it on the toilet and asked me to kneel in front of her, and asked me after peeing: “Does it look good?” I nodded. “Very good, do you want to taste it?