[The beautiful stepmother with a hard mouth and a soft heart is attacked by the clingy white-cut and black stepdaughter]
Dampness | Taboo | Immorality | True Xiaoma Literature
[Same-sex marriageable background & text third person]
When I was 14 years old, the person I hated most was my mother's new wife.
She has red lips and curly hair, and is full of charm, and her every move and smile is so charming.
Everyone likes her except me who wants to see her embarrassed.
Who let her snatch her mother away?
When she was 16 years old, after something happened to her mother, this stupid woman actually wanted to die with her.
But after he was hit by me, he looked at me blankly with tears on his face:
"I'm sorry, I will grow up with you first..."
"Then go... Accompany your mother..."
I finally got what I wanted and saw her at her most embarrassing.
But why do I just want to hug her and kiss her?
After that I started to seduce her badly. I pretended to be afraid of nightmares and crawled into her bed, and used the excuse of missing my mother to kiss her.
As an adult I became increasingly unsatisfied. I wanted her lips, her body, all of her.
"Little mother, they all laughed at me for not kissing..."
"Please... Prove that I am loved."
She scolded me sharply, but then relented and indulged me afterwards.
But even if the kiss made her lips numb, she would just treat it like a child acting like a baby. The eyes he looked at me were only filled with love and never lust.
I showed my all my strength and told her clearly that I loved her. She slapped me so hard that it almost made my ears ring. That night, they knocked on my door again and put an ice pack on my face to reduce the swelling.
She looked terribly distressed, and I thought she loved me too.
The next day, she announced that she was single again and ordered me to give up.
One rainy night, I returned home early and heard an ambiguous sound coming from her room.
I thought she was doing something with another woman, and I felt like the world was falling apart and I wanted to die right away.
Until I heard it clearly.
The voice was filled with tears, joyful yet suppressed, shouting one after another...
All, my name.
*The text is most likely in the third person, but it may be changed to the first person
*Copy written on 2025.4.19 Has been archived
Purpose: It's cool to be perverted and unethical
