Whenever I was frustrated coming back from school, my stepmother would always gently embrace me. When held in her arms, I would forget everything I disliked, whether it was an argument with a friend or with the child I liked. I thought that was... Clearly, it was a misunderstanding, and it seemed that my stepmother's large breasts were healing me, not her kindness. My mother's full breasts filled my mind. Ah... I wanted to touch... wanted to lick... couldn't bury it...