My Hot Stepfather

It was something wrong but it felt so right back then. Crave, desire and warm feeling that made me forget how much I love my mother and made me see my stepfather, who I used to call dad, as my lover. We committed the betrayal in her bed, in her house and in her car. Almost everywhere belongs to her. Even the both of us belonged to her but that wasn’t for long because something stronger than both of us controlled our bodies. It invaded our souls, blinded us from the real fact that he was my stepfather and I was the daughter he almost raised since I was eight years old until now.