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My father remarried and my new stepmother was younger than me, let alone my father. My mother left me when I was young, and I was cruelly deceived by my previous girlfriend, which led to me becoming a recluse. I don't trust women, so I can't trust my stepmother. I feel uncomfortable and try to run out of the house, but my stepmother holds me close with her voluptuous breasts and stops me, saying, "I'll do anything for you." Even if you don't trust women, your sexual desire will still build up. I melt from her soft, chewy, and melting breasts and her breastfeeding handjob, and my hidden desire for motherhood explodes.