Whenever I came home from school feeling down, my stepmother would always hug me tenderly. Whether I had a fight with a friend or got dumped by the boy I liked, when my stepmother hugged me I could forget all the bad things. Or so I thought, but... it seems I was mistaken, and it seemed it wasn't my stepmother's kindness that healed me, but her big breasts. My head was filled with thoughts of my stepmother's breasts. Ahh... I want to squeeze them... I want to lick them... I can't get buried in them...