Novel & Cerita Me And My Stepmom

During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom. He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him. They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house. Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning. When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.

Tyler POV When my dad told me that he was marrying, I thought he would marry a woman his age or something but it was a shocker to me to see a pretty girl in her twenties as his wife, with golden-blonde long hair, and blue eyes, slim curvy body, so gorgeous "Wait, am I checking my stepmom out?" I groaned as I entered my room, not to lie to myself, why I was checking her out was because she's my type, just like I want them, curvy slim, gorgeous, good, and perfect "Fuck, how on Earth did I have the same type with my dad?" I muttered in a frustrated tone.

I knew if I stayed here another minute… “Come on, love. You want me, and I happen to be here.” “It cannot happen.” “But you want it to.” “No.” He smiled. “Liar.” I flustered and blushed. “I’m not lying.” “You may lie to my poor dad, but never to me.” He took a step towards me and I edged back. “You cannot deny this thing between us forever.” “I’m your—” “Stepmom, yes I know. People fuck with their stepmom all the time.”

As if my day couldn't possibly get any worse. "Y-Your stepmom... is in the hospital!"

” She asked as soon as she got to me. I rolled my eyes first before replying to her. ”It was okay. I met my mom and we talked for a while” I replied excluding my dad and new stepmom's part. She nodded and took another chewing gum into her mouth. When I notice it, Stephanie is the typical kinda bad girl and I don't care type of girl. I love her charisma and the way she carries herself.

She then smiled shyly and left. Her gesture caught me off guard, filling me with a surge of excitement. It was a clear sign—she cared for me just as deeply as I cared for her. Perhaps dating her was the best decision; it would bring me closer to my children. For the first time in what felt like forever, the prospect of peace and happiness seemed within reach. ******* "How dare you lay your filthy hands on my son!" Stephanie, my stepmother, roared immediately as I stepped into the mansion. The mansion is just a five-minute drive from mine; it's a larger and grander version of mine.

I was just feeling pity about his current situation a moment ago and now he’s the one feeling sad about me. “It’s fine. I’m not even complaining. Wednesday’s a good woman and I think dad’s happy with her.” I explained. I suddenly remembered my mom and I still miss her. “Who’s Wednesday?” Ambrose asked. “My stepmother.” “Oh, right.” “And she’s pregnant too, so I’m not going to be the only child anymore.” “Congratulations on that.”

My step mom is the mother I never had. Women. They can be all.