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Originally Posted by SerflySGR
"Baby I want to touch your thing again. It’s so big Aaron, I like it. I think I am; I want to give my first time to you but after you fuck me, you must promise to cherish me okay?"
Ah ha! So, who’s the shallow one now? I almost scoffed out loud after hearing what that bitch in heat just said. So she hadn't had sex with him before but from what she said, it's going to be sometime soon! So much for her pledge of celibacy and to until she was married before she gives up her virginity. I bet she must be so eager to give up her young and taut 18-year-old body and let her boyfriend ravage her.
“Yeah, I miss you too." Silence followed her last sentence so I assumed Kristy had ended her call. I wanted to rush back into my room but I was too late. Kristy opened the door and we came face-to-face to each other.
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Kristy looked up and saw me standing at her doorway.
"Oh hi Mum! I didn’t expect you to come back home so early?" she said in shock.
"How was Indonesia?" she continued, trying to make some small talk.
"Who were you talking to?" I asked, brushing off all pleasantries. I wasn’t going to be side-tracked by an 18-year-old brat.
"Nobody. A friend." Kristy replied.
"So is it a nobody or a friend? How can a 'nobody' be your friend?" I asked sarcastically.
Kristy wanted to slam the door in my face but I stopped her,
"Give me the phone," I demanded, snatching it from Kristy's hand.
I pressed the re-dial button and waited for the other party to pick up.
"Listen up Aaron, I heard all about you and I know who you are" I said, trying to contain my anger,
"if I ever catch you calling my daughter again or I see you anywhere near my daughter, I will call the police and have you arrested for rape! You hear me?" I heard him trying to respond but I just hung up on him.
"But mum, I love him!" Kristy protested.
"I’m keeping your phone. Pass me your car keys, you are grounded." I said with authority. This little cunt needs to learn her place in this home. My home.
"I hate you bitch!" Kristy screamed at me,
"you are not even my real mother!" she said as she pushed me aside and ran past me.
I was stunned by her words and actions today. Up till today, Kristy had always been a good girl; she was did well in PSLE, went on to a good secondary school and was currently studying in a prestigious Junior College. Suddenly, she was wearing low riding jeans; her skirts were getting shorter and I even found thongs in her wardrobe. Her shirts seemed tight and small. At first, I thought she had outgrown her clothes but it was not a coincidence that her clothes always showed at least her navel and usually her entire belly.
As she was my step-daughter, she probably inherited her small boobs from her biological mother so she had to buy lots of push-up bras and padded bras to 'squeeze out' a little cleavage on her otherwise flatter chest.
This Aaron kid was bad news – from a boys' school and clearly not the studious type that myself nor my husband would want our Kristy to associate with.
I let out a sigh and decided since I couldn’t do anything much, I might as well just have a drink and relax. I walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured mixed some vodka into with lime.
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath as I poured too much vodka.
"Nevermind lah, it’s not like I’m going to drive out later." I muttered to myself.
I headed back upstairs and ran water into the bathtub, adding some bath salts to the warm water. I am going to have a long, luxurious soak to wash away all my troubles and the thick layer of dust I collected while I was overseas.