tepmother

Good Step-son

He was twenty years old, only doing what most young men wanted to do, so it shouldn’t have angered me. But it did. A year ago it would have amused me, and I might even have laughed. Now though, hearing him having sex with his girlfriend was like a dagger to my heart. It was a reminder of what I wasn’t getting. And to make me even more frustrated, his bedroom antics had become a regular occurrence. I met Brad, his Father, five years ago. Both of us were instantly attracted to each other, and it wasn’t long before we…