One day, while struggling with marital issues, I was surprised by an unexpected visit from my stepmother. My wife appeared from the back, looking somewhat lonely, and confessed she was infertile—she had asked my stepmother to become a surrogate. Shocked, my stepmother turned to me and asked, "Is this really okay with you?" I nodded, and after a moment of thought, she agreed—for the sake of her daughter. We monitored my stepmother's health and ovulation cycle, and finally the day arrived. I asked her, "Are you ready?" She quietly nodded, and my wife left the room. Nervously, I began caressing her, and though our movements were awkward, I released my seed deep inside her. From then on, our intimate encounters continued almost daily. Around the third time, I noticed a change in my stepmother—she started trying various ways to please me, and soft, sensual moans began escaping her lips. Yet, a sense of duty and detachment still lingered in her demeanor. So I suggested, "Since we're doing this, wouldn't it be easier to get pregnant if we actually enjoyed it?" After that, we began craving each other like lovers. My stepmother, once reserved, became insatiably passionate, desperately wanting me, and I kept filling her womb with my seed over and over. Months later, my stepmother gave birth, and my wife happily cradled the newborn. As peaceful days passed, I found myself unable to forget the feeling of my stepmother's body...