Novel & Cerita I Love My Stepmom

Mr Kim couldn't hide his curiosity as well. “She is my dad's first love, but my mother drugged him and had me,” he smiled and did a little dramatic twirl, “but when my Stepmom tried to confront her, she burnt her with hot oil and that's why she has to color her face like that. My step mom used to be a children's doctor, but she had to give it up since her face scared the children. But I don't have to go to the hospital when I'm sick, thanks to that,” he finished his gossip just in time for the couple to return with tear stained red faces.

8. Alyssa I love my step brother. No. I adore him. I am crazy about him and hiding it has been driving me mad. He's like… everything I would want from a man. From the moment he walked through our door with his mom that first day they came to my our house for dinner during a ur first meeting, I knew that I would bed him. I didn't care that he was my soon to be step brother or that my dad was getting it on with his (Skylar’s) mother, all I knew was that I needed and wanted him.

Taking my arms under his, he lifted me from the bed and said, "Last time I'll shower you too." In his arms, he takes me to my bathroom and bathes me. We both showered and a few minutes later, he came out. He helped in change the bed cover then he dressed me up. All of this, I was surprised at myself. I think I have just started going crazy just by looking at my stepdad. In the bed, where I lay I muttered, "Don't come any closer Aiden. Let's pretend nothing happened this tonight, I feel so... this is my mom's love, my mother loves you."

My heart starts to ache when I think about my stepmom. When I was three years old my biological mother ran away with another man. A year later Dad met Morgan and married her, but that same year Dad had to have an operation which also meant he couldn’t have any more kids. So, Morgan poured all her love into me. I can, hand on heart, say, no biological mother could have cared for their child with more dedication and love than Morgan did. I adore her with every fiber of my being, fiercely and endlessly. I will do anything I can to make any wish she has come true before she leaves this earth, but she has never asked me for anything. She smiles bravely and never complains.

I couldn’t fucking stand her. My stepmom—let’s call her the bitch who ruined everything—was the hottest woman I’d ever seen, and I hated her for it. Those massive, heavy tits that strained against every tight top she wore, that fat ass that jiggled when she walked, those full lips always painted red like she was begging to suck cock. She knew exactly what she was doing, parading around the house like a whore in heat, and now Dad was gone on his stupid week-long trip. Just me and her. Stuck. Alone.

“Get out of my way—don’t bother me when I’m going out!” “Why are you crying? Stop crying this instant—you’re so annoying!” Mom would always yank her hand from mine, leaving me sobbing on the ground from the pain of the fall, never once looking back. Yet now I see it plainly: my mother was capable of loving a child. It just wasn’t me. My stepfather never had any affection for me—he never allowed me to call him “Dad.” Even Mom told me to avoid calling her “Mom” at home.

I mumbled, placing the cup I was holding on the counter before leaving the kitchen with Sophia. We sat on the couch together in the living room. I leaned into the couch with my legs crossed, contemplating whether I should tell her now or not. “What's the deal with you and that lady?” She asked after a minute of silence. I huffed, “Well, she's my stepmother. My Dad got married to her after my Mom died when I was five years old.” I said. “ And she hates me and finds every opportunity to insult me because she couldn't give him a child.”

My guy friends and I want to show coach how determined we are to make the win this weekend. “Hey,” I hear my stepmom’s voice from down the wide hallway. She has just come out of her room. “Did Roxy get home alright? I haven’t seen her yet,” she says. My stepmom is a good-looking woman, with golden hair that she wears in a bob cut to her shoulders and a slender body from all the Pilates she does. I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, the brat is in her room.” “Don’t talk about Roxy like that. Honestly, when are you two going to start getting along?”

Mia questioned, and Hazel nodded; she knows Mia’s stepbrother was the owner of Apex. “My dad always took care of me and my mum, but he never exchanged words with my mum; he was crazily in love with his wife…my stepmum,” Mia explained. “It’s been more than twenty years, and my dad still loves my stepmom more than everything. He never for once got attracted to my mum, even when my mum tried to snatch him from his wife.” Hazel was so engrossed in the story because she felt this was happening to her, and she was the stepmom in the story.

Is it because she is a cook here? Morgan looked at me with a smile, and I wondered if he knew what I was thinking. "She doesn't like to be called with respect," he said. The woman also nodded. "May I call you, Mum?" I asked. "Why?" Nikita asked. "I miss my stepmom," I replied. "Step mom? Didn't you have a mother?" She asked. "I never did," I said. Nikita looked at me with a sorrowful expression. "You can, but only Mr can accept," she said.