Chapter 16

Two days later, my stepmother didn't talk to me, which made me feel quite strange again. I wondered if she was angry and felt that I didn't want to pay attention to her

My personality determines that I sent her a message on my own initiative

Aunt, are you here? My mother's avatar flashed after a long time after sending this post

I'll reply immediately

Have you been busy these days?

Stepmother: Fortunately, I'm not very busy

Me: Oh, that's it

Stepmother: What are you doing?

Me: I'm lying down, just finished my meal

Me: Nothing happens today

Stepmother: Oh, my classmates didn’t look for you today? I know when I saw this. Stepmother was a little angry because the reason I used the most recently was that a classmate came to me.

Me: Didn't look for me today

Stepmother: I've chatted with me if I didn't look for you

I'm pretty sure my stepmother is really angry

Me: I'm fine today and I'll chat with you.

I gave me a smile and my expression. Maybe my expression worked or my stepmother wasn't angry at all, so she didn't say that I didn't chat with her again.

Stepmother: I'm slow to type and I'm not very good at typing on my phone

Me: Don't worry, take it slowly

Me: Is it a new phone?

Stepmother: It was not a new one, it was given by Brother Ming, he bought a new one. Brother Ming said that her nephew, older than me, and her sister's son

Me: It's okay, just fight slowly, just be proficient

Stepmother: Yes, you young people are quick to beat me, I'm stupid

Me: There are no matter where you can do it, you can do it too

Stepmother: This little head is quite fun, how did you post it

Me: This is on top of the typing, there is a little head, just click in

Stepmother: I'll take a look

Me: OK

After a while, stepmother: Found

I: ……

Stepmother: ?

I: !

Stepmother: Do you chat every day?

In this way, my stepmother and I started chatting one by one. The chatting was very natural that day. Since I was facing the phone and not facing the embarrassment of people, I let go later. For a while, my stepmother and I chatted almost every day.

I found that after breaking the embarrassing situation, the topic suddenly became more and more. At the beginning, I talked about school affairs, how were my classmates, how were my teachers, and what was fun happened?

Stepmother typed slowly, so I often say that she just gave expressions or sent some simple words to answer. Later, I found out that she couldn't keep up with my pace, so I started to slow down.

Before I knew it, I had already recognized my stepmother on the Internet. The stepmother is relatively smart. On the way of her latecomer, she became more and more skillful in typing. We went from the past when I said she answered and we communicated with each other.

The stepmother also told me a lot of things at home. She almost talked about what happened at home every day. It was all trivial matters, but after a long time, she felt that there was nothing to say.

One day when I was chatting with my stepmother, my stepmother told me that she had a quarrel with my father because my father spent too little time at home. When the two of them communicated, they would start to quarrel without a few words.

We had never talked about her and her father when we were chatting before, so I quickly advised my stepmother: My dad is probably too busy

Stepmother: I know he is busy, and I can't say anything to him when I come back

Me: Let's understand each other, he's just like that, he's just kidding you

Stepmother: How can you talk like that? I'm almost angry and I won't worry about it

Me: No, I'm not going to let you worry

Stepmother: If you all anger me, you will be angry to death

Me: No, I will

Stepmother: Who knows

Me: I know

Stepmother: Your dad doesn't know what's wrong now. He has to say a few words to me.

Me: It's probably menopause, you're almost menopause

Stepmother: You mean I'm in menopause too, alas, I'm old

Me: I'm not old, I'm wrong, hehe, this is the time, and I don't look old at all, I'm very flattering

Stepmother: Why don’t you look old? You have wrinkles. When you grow up, I will get old.

Me: I really don't look old, just like you, you're young

Stepmother: Just say it's nice

Me: This is the truth, in my heart, my aunt is the youngest

After listening to my words, my stepmother didn't reply to me for a while. I sent another message

Me: Is there anything wrong?

Stepmother: No, I went to pour a glass of water

Me: Well, drink a glass of water to make you feel shocked. Don’t be angry anymore. Is it better to be angry? Hey

Stepmother: Well, haha, I won’t be angry anymore, it’s useless if I get angry too much

Me: Yes, being angry can't solve the problem, it hurts the body...

We chatted for a long time that night, and I said a lot of flattering words to my stepmother. The stepmother was very happy and the whole chat process was very pleasant. At the end, I sent a good night to my stepmother, and my stepmother also sent me a good night.

After that, my relationship with my stepmother was closer. We unknowingly regarded ourselves as the other party’s object of congratulations, and told each other about their daily joys, anger, sorrow and happiness. The tone was very gentle. We began to care for each other and ask about our warmth.

When it rains, I will remind her to bring an umbrella when going out. When I go out to play, she will remind me to be safe. Whenever she has something to do, she will tell me what she is going to do in advance. It is not convenient to chat. I also told her at a party with my classmates that I will go back early and let her rest early.

Good night every day became the sign of our end of the chat. I always sent it at the beginning. She didn't object and wouldn't send it to me.

There were a few times when I asked her why I always sent it, but she didn't send it to me, she always smiled and stopped sending it to other people.

Later, as I persevered, she got used to it and gradually sent it to me.

I gradually fell in love with this way of chatting and feeling. From my past hatred to my obsession now, I didn’t know that such a change would happen. The mature womanish breath I felt through chatting made me unable to extricate myself, and the desire for mature women in my heart burst out in the chat.

I was afraid to officially feel about my stepmother. I felt panic and incredible. It was my father's woman, and I had feelings for her.

This kind of feeling is not the feeling I masturbated in her underwear before. Peeping in the underwear and masturbation is just my desire. There is no emotion in it. Now the feeling is love, like, I long to get her care, I hope she will pay attention to me all the time

I want to escape, I want to give up, but I find that I can't control myself. Every night I will wait with my cell phone early.

Sometimes when my stepmother replied to the message late, I would think randomly and be very anxious. When I received her message, I felt the unhappiness in my heart instantly. I knew I could no longer extricate myself.

Sometimes I feel deeply guilty and feel that I am against human nature, but I can't deceive myself in the end. The stepmother's expression appears in my mind from time to time. The face that I used to hate has become the face I want to see the most.

Sometimes I dream of my stepmother. When we chat in my dream, I have the urge to hug her, but I dare not

This is something I have never seen before. I know that only by thinking about it on the day can I dream at night. The seeds of desire have been planted in the depths of my heart.

I don't know what my stepmother thinks, will she have the same idea as me, or will she regard me as a friend who can chat with me

I always think about this kind of problem from time to time. Sometimes I think very well, and sometimes I get into a deadlock, which makes me feel strange and I feel that I am abnormal.

This is how I spent the second semester of my sophomore year. Because I chatted with my stepmother, I almost gave up chatting with all other netizens. Chatting with my stepmother has become a habit for me.

During the summer vacation, I boarded the train home with a nervous mood. Before I came back, I told my stepmother that I wanted to eat the fish she made

The stepmother has a very good craftsmanship, and the dishes she cooks are very good to my taste. My favorite is the stewed fish and stewed meat she makes

When I told her on QQ, she seemed very happy and agreed to make it for me to come back.

At the station, my father drove to pick me up by himself. I was a little disappointed. Although I didn't ask my stepmother to pick me up, I still longed for it in my heart.

We went directly to my grandparents' house. I grew up with them since I was a child, so the first thing I did when I went home was to see them

Grandpa and grandma still live in the old house. When they arrive at grandpa and grandma's house, the meals are ready, and a table is set up

I said hello to my grandparents first. When I saw me coming back, my grandparents were very happy and kept asking me how my school life was and whether I was tired of studying.

I replied with a smile, but my eyes were looking for the figure of my stepmother

I asked my grandma: Grandma, where is my aunt?

Grandma smiled and said: It's in the kitchen. I heard you're coming back and I've been cooking. Go and say hello. I responded and ran to the kitchen.

The stepmother was still cooking. I knew she must have heard me entering the house and knew I was back, but her personality would not come to talk to me on its own initiative.

I looked at the figure of my stepmother cooking and shouted: Aunt, I'm back