"Sorry, mommy," Alex whined, his voice cracking with just the perfect amount of adolescent despair.

"It's just... I've never... I've never kissed anyone before! Really! My own mother... she never gave me a kiss either! It's just... I'm so bad at this!"

He looked down, his shoulders slumping, and shook his head like he was the saddest, most unloved boy on the planet. And bam! Right on cue, her heart just melted. That powerful, stupid, motherly instinct kicked right in, flooding her with a wave of pure, unadulterated pity.

"J-j-just take your time, Alex," she whispered, her voice all soft and soothing. She even reached up and gave his arm a gentle, reassuring pat. "It's okay. I... I am your step-mom. Just... just do it. We can... practice."

The next "kiss" was a complete disaster, landing way, way over on the far end of her jawline. And it wasn't a "peck." Oh no. It was another one of those loud, wet, sucky kisses. Schluuuurp. It was also shockingly long.

He just... stayed there, sucking on her jaw for a few, long, mortifying seconds. It was gross, but... it also... made her feel things. A weird, hot, electric tingle shot right down her neck. He pulled away, only to "miss" again, landing on the side of her upper lip. Then the other side.

Then he gave both of her squeezed-shut eyelids a soft, normal kiss, which was almost a relief, before—SCHLUUURP—he went right back to another one of those long, sucky kisses, this time on her cheek.

With every fumbling, wet, clumsy kiss, Violet's breathing was getting completely out of control. She was breathing heavily and rapidly, her chest hitching with little hah... huh... sounds. And tiny, helpless, small moanings were leaking right out of her mouth, sounds she didn't even know she was making.

She was just... melted. Her brain was fuzzy, her knees were weak, and she was so lost in the bizarre, tingly sensations... she never even noticed his other hand. While his mouth was busy "failing" all over her face, his fingers were expertly... sneakily... unbuttoning her blouse. Pop. Pop. It was just too easy for him.

"Oh, Alex~" she finally gasped out, her voice all breathy and wrong, "It's... it's not right~~~!"

He pulled back instantly, his face a perfect mask of confused innocence. "Is it not? Oh! Is it... too high? I'm sorry! Then... then I should probably go... lower, huh?"

That was NOT what she meant! At all! What she meant was... THIS! This feeling! This hot, sinful, delicious feeling that was pooling deep between her legs! That was what wasn't right!

But he, the evil, pretending little bastard, took it differently. He pretended she was giving him directions... and immediately began to nibble on her earlobe.

"Ah~ mhm~!" A real, unmistakable moan just flew out of her mouth. Her head tipped to the side, giving him better access.

And so, he trailed down. His wet, hot tongue slithered out, licking a slow, shiver-inducing path right across the nape of her neck, nibbling... and kissing... and licking... downwards.

His sneaky, fumbling work had definitely paid off. Pop! Pop! Two of her boring, modest buttons were now completely undone.

And wow, there it was!

The grand, deep, deep valley of her milky bosom was just... out. It was right there, peeking at him, practically screaming "hello!" And he could see... oh, yes... he could see her bra.

It was a purple one!

A lacy, sexy, totally-not-boring purple bra, just sitting there, visible to his very naked and very, very happy eyes.

"N-n-not... there..."

Violet managed to squeak out, but her voice was all breathy and weak. It sounded stupid even to her. She was feeling the heat way, way too much now. His tongue... that awful, clumsy, "virgin" tongue... it was just... so hot! And so... wet!

It was slithering all over her neck, and it was making her feel things. Tingly, electric, gooey things. Things that a tongue should never, ever have been able to do.

But why was she so clueless? Well, that's because poor Violet was just doomed! She was doomed to have two husbands in a row who were... boring as dirt.

Both of them were way more into "money" and "business" and "stock portfolios" rather than... this. Rather than cardinal pleasure. A.K.A, hot, sweaty, nasty, fun fucking.

Her late husband? He was a total businessman. The man was never home. Ever. And Daniel, the new one? Ugh. At least Daniel is home... sometimes. Albeit, he comes home late and leaves super early, so what's the point?.

He does spend some time with her... mostly talking about his boring day.

But lust? Oh, honey. Lust, for those guys, was something that came... maybe once a year. If she was lucky. It was not fun. It was not hot. It was work. It was a chore.

So, naturally, poor, clueless Violet thought that... that... was lust. That boring, five-minute, lights-off, missionary-only... thing. Something that only happens... once in a full moon. Something that only indicated... it was time to try and make babies.

'W-w-what... is... this... feeling?' her brain screamed at her, as Alex's hot, sucky mouth attached itself to her other earlobe. 'What IS THIS?!'

She had never, ever, EVER... known... this... feeling. This... hot, wet, tingly, desperate... pulsing... throb. This... thing... that was... not... BORING! It was... too much. Her brain was fuzz. She couldn't even think properly. She couldn't remember her name. All she could feel... was... him.

"N-not~ there~ aah~ mhmm~"

The words just... leaked out of her, all breathy and broken. They weren't even protests anymore; they were just sounds. Her body had completely, totally betrayed her.

Her hands, which by all logic should have been shoving him away, flew up... and clutched his arms. She wasn't pushing. She was holding on.

Her fingers dug into his biceps, her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was actively... enjoying... this feeling.

"Oh, not there?"

Alex whispered, pulling his hot mouth away from her ear for just one second, making her whimper in loss. His voice was a perfect mask of sweet, stupid, innocence.

"You mean... down? Is that what you want, mommy?"

Before she could even try to form a word, his tongue was slithering down, gliding over the sensitive skin of her throat. He nibbled... and kissed... and licked her, right over her pulse point.

"N-nah~!"

Violet wanted to say "no!" She meant to say "stop!" But her treacherous mouth refused to cooperate. All that it produced... were more hot, pathetic, little moanings.

Pop! Pop! While she was drowning in those neck-kisses, his other hand was on a mission. Two more buttons magically came undone, and she was so lost in the sauce she didn't feel a thing.

Then, with the skill of a master pickpocket, he gently hooked his index finger right under the front, lacy edge of her purple bra. He didn't alert her at all. His finger brushed the hot, bare skin of her breast... and he tugged. Just a firm, little... tug...down.

BOING!

The whole damn thing just... popped out. It sprang free from its lacy purple prison, bouncing once, proudly, in the open air.

Alex had to stop his assault. He momentarily pulled his head back and just... stared.

His "clumsy virgin" act vanished. His mouth went completely dry. He was instantly, painfully... thirsty.

'What the HELL is that?!' his brain screamed, rebooting. 'That's... that's not a real boob! That's... a... a... porn-manga-level... PERFECTION... of BREASTS! Holy... SHIT!'

It was... flawless. A round, bountiful, heavy melon of pure, white... woman. It wasn't hanging in the slightest.

No, it was insultingly perky, just jutting out, defying gravity and all of his expectations. It had a perfectly wide, dark pink areola, and right in the center was a hard, puckered, light-pink... button nipple. It was just begging to be pinched.

Anybody... any sane man... who gazed upon it... would instantly... become extremely thirsty. Thirsty... for a hot, sudden... jizz... of... milk. Natural, sweet, mommy milk.

[THOSE ARE NATURAL... PERKY... MILKERS, BOSS!]

The System practically screamed inside his head, sounding like it was short-circuiting with pure, unadulterated joy. Alex's own brain was just as fried.

'Indeed, System,' he thought, his throat thick and his mouth completely dry.

'And I... I am going to put that... that entire perfect thing... right in my mouth. I'm gonna nibble on it. Hard.'

But he couldn't just dive for it. Not yet. The "clumsy virgin" act had to continue. So, with that glorious, popped-out melon just inches from his face, he pretended to "miss" again.

He continued his assault on her throat, "fumbling" his way down. He planted soft, wet, hot kisses all over her neck, and then, like a total idiot, he just... rubbed his nose against her collarbone, like a confused cat.

Violet was dying. She was really, really feeling that awful, delicious... strangeness... down in her nether region. It wasn't a "tingle" anymore. It was a full-blown fire.

A liquid, pulsing, throbbing... ache. It was becoming too much.

She began to cross her legs, squeezing her thighs together tight, trying to rub... to quench... that hot, itching, shameful fire.

"N-not~" she whimpered, as his "fumbling" kisses got dangerously close to the other buttoned-up side of her blouse.

"Oh, MORE down?" Alex asked, his voice a perfect blend of innocence and concentration. "Okay, mommy! Whatever you say!"

He didn't give her any time to correct him. He just went downwards, straight for the prize. He finally "fumbled" his way right onto the main event.

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