Novel & Cerita I Love My Stepmom

A map of pain, earned over time. She didn’t announce herself. Just watched him. “Did you love her?” she asked finally. He didn’t turn. “Who?” “My stepmother. Naomi.” A beat. “I thought I did,” he said. “Before you.” She moved closer. “And now?” Now he turned. His eyes were tired but full of something else—something harder, sharper. “Now I regret ever touching her. Because I didn’t know what it meant to feel something until you.” The space between them collapsed.

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.

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.”

“Mom and Liam’s dad are getting married. Can you freaking imagine? She found the love of her life, just like I found mine.” My stomach twists at hearing her confession. She loves him. “I have never seen you this happy with anyone else before.” I admit to her. “But I cannot be with him. He will be my Step brother in a month. I am such a pathetic daughter..” She starts sobbing and I hug her.

A beauty with brains, she slept through almost anything with a stick, got in fights as somehow she in this perfect body shape, eventually then she was isolated. I, on the other hand, simply didn't give a fuck about people sucking up to me. My stepmother, Sally is a decent Californian woman and childless so she poured her overflowing motherly affection on me. She made an effort to make me blend in, which I will always be grateful for.

he stated with a laugh of contentment. “I’m Sharon, MRS Serena” Sharon introduced herself in a sarcastic but sassy tone which only I understood, and most definitely Serena who will soon be made uncomfortable by Sharon cause I know what she is capable of doing. “Introduce yourself to your stepmom don” my dad urged me. Heaven knows I’m not ranting or doing anything crazy cause the new bride was never an option to be married to my father. Serena was the least I was expecting and because of that, I’ve lost my voice at this table.