A step-mother's love

[KannFavored]

Natasha blinked as she walked down the stairs of her new home. The feisty 32 year old had recently married a guy who was a bit older then her, by about fifteen years or so. She loved him and he loved her and of course, she would deal with anything that came with him. Of course, she didn't expect it to be in the form of a son, but hey, she could accomadate. Her short red hair, bright and shiny, and bright blue eyes made her seem younger then she actually was. She was petite yet lanky for the most part, seeming almost like someone who hadn't even turned twenty-one yet. Of course, she had and she would let her appearances fool anyone.

Making her way to the kitchen, she hummed as she remembered that today was her first day home alone. Her new husband, a successful business man, had to go on a work trip for a few days. As he said, it was the perfect time to bond with her new step-son. Of course, this worried Natasha since she didn't really know how to do that since she had really no interaction with kids. She grabbed a bowl and the cereal from the shelves as she thought, still humming to herself, hoping everything would go alright.

 

[Havoc.]

Seth awoke to the sound of his alarm buzzing in his ear, he groaned and looked at the alarm. He hit it hard shutting it off, it was the first day of summer break and he clearly had forgotten to shut off his alarm. He knew that his father wasn't home and it was only his slut of a step-mother Natasha. He hated the women and despised of her he didn't understand why she married his father other then for the money that his father had. He kicked his feet over the edge of the bed sighing as the cold floor caused shivers to run up his legs into his body. He bit his bottom lip and stood stretching and let out soft groan of pleasure.

As Seth continued to stretch he looked at himself in the mirror flexing slightly. He resembled his father in many ways, he had a large frame and a muscular build. Obviously he didn't look as old considering he was only 19 years old. He walked towards the dressed and pulled off his boxers that he had worn that night and then grabbed another pair of boxers and put them on. He also grabbed a pair of shorts and put them on. Once his bottoms were covered he headed downstairs his muscular chest still uncovered he headed into the kitchen. "Natasha?" He said his voice filled with spite.