Sidoni 22: Stepkids & Seagulls
Am I really someone's stepmom?
Fuck.
I ain't even anyone's mum, for all that I been trying. I ain't hardly even got a pet what I'm responsible for. I kinda sorta got a seagull what I feed now and again, but everyone knows gulls is scavengers what'd eat piss out of a beggar's hand if ya could make it summat solid. Which means that the closest thing I got to a kid is Llew. I feed him and bathe him and help pick out his clothes, and when he makes a mess I clean it up. I make sure he brushes his teeth, and when he's a fucking idiot I discipline him. But he's my husband, and Titans save that poor old man for lovin' me the way he does.
It ain't even that he can't keep his hands offa me. He can't keep his eyes away, either. He can't hide the way his voice gets real slow and sweet when he wants me to listen, even if I reckon I ain't the only girl (not by far) he's ever pulled that on. When he wakes me up with coffee and a smoke, it's real nice, but when he up and kisses me good morning, it's even better. You know I ain't ever smoked but casually, or when I was right stressed, before we got together? Now I get through a few cigarettes a day. Because he does.
Raoul and Amy stopped by the other night. I ain't recall them being real drunk, but then again, I was hardly seeing straight and ain't remember much anything about it. I know me and Llew was playing strip dominos and he was losin'. Then he came downstairs with Raoul and Amy, and put on some pants. I remember standing on a chair, and of course my clearest memory of the night is when I was sitting in Llew's lap and he was trying to put his hand in my pants. I think I fed Raoul some of the jerky, and I'm pretty sure I was flirtin' with Amy (I wonder if she grabbed my tits). And then the kids slept in a rowboat on the floor, because I'm the best stepmom ever and suggested it. I woulda fuckin' loved sleepin' in a rowboat bed when I was a kid.
Speaking of him putting his hand in my pants. We was all bundled up in furs and leathers and wool, and went out into the forest like crazy shits to worship the moon or whatever fuckin' fertility bullshit I saw in some comic in the newspaper. I think it mighta been makin' fun of them harvest witches from back ho-- back in Gilneas, but like I ain't gonna try it anyhow. The plan was to build us a fire, get naked and high in the snow, and traipse around howling at the moon. What happent was that we built a fire, dwarves up and caught us and told us to stop bein' indecent, Llew pushed me down in the snow and finger-fucked me like he was tryin' to make up for the lack of dick in my evenin'. Weren't lackin' for long, since he took me home after and bent me right over the railin' lookin' down at the bottom floor. Good thing the kids were gone by then.
Work is slow, but life is good. I ain't sure I like bein' a stepmom, but so long as Raoul ain't make Llew a grampa before he even gets the chance to be a real daddy to a real kid, and hold my hand while I'm screamin' and rippin' my cunt open pushin' a baby out, I reckon I can deal.
There better be so much fuckin' alcohol and real, real good drugs after I have our baby. And the most skilled pussy healer in alla Azeroth right there to fix up my rosebud, too.
Fuck.
I ain't even anyone's mum, for all that I been trying. I ain't hardly even got a pet what I'm responsible for. I kinda sorta got a seagull what I feed now and again, but everyone knows gulls is scavengers what'd eat piss out of a beggar's hand if ya could make it summat solid. Which means that the closest thing I got to a kid is Llew. I feed him and bathe him and help pick out his clothes, and when he makes a mess I clean it up. I make sure he brushes his teeth, and when he's a fucking idiot I discipline him. But he's my husband, and Titans save that poor old man for lovin' me the way he does.
It ain't even that he can't keep his hands offa me. He can't keep his eyes away, either. He can't hide the way his voice gets real slow and sweet when he wants me to listen, even if I reckon I ain't the only girl (not by far) he's ever pulled that on. When he wakes me up with coffee and a smoke, it's real nice, but when he up and kisses me good morning, it's even better. You know I ain't ever smoked but casually, or when I was right stressed, before we got together? Now I get through a few cigarettes a day. Because he does.
Raoul and Amy stopped by the other night. I ain't recall them being real drunk, but then again, I was hardly seeing straight and ain't remember much anything about it. I know me and Llew was playing strip dominos and he was losin'. Then he came downstairs with Raoul and Amy, and put on some pants. I remember standing on a chair, and of course my clearest memory of the night is when I was sitting in Llew's lap and he was trying to put his hand in my pants. I think I fed Raoul some of the jerky, and I'm pretty sure I was flirtin' with Amy (I wonder if she grabbed my tits). And then the kids slept in a rowboat on the floor, because I'm the best stepmom ever and suggested it. I woulda fuckin' loved sleepin' in a rowboat bed when I was a kid.
Speaking of him putting his hand in my pants. We was all bundled up in furs and leathers and wool, and went out into the forest like crazy shits to worship the moon or whatever fuckin' fertility bullshit I saw in some comic in the newspaper. I think it mighta been makin' fun of them harvest witches from back ho-- back in Gilneas, but like I ain't gonna try it anyhow. The plan was to build us a fire, get naked and high in the snow, and traipse around howling at the moon. What happent was that we built a fire, dwarves up and caught us and told us to stop bein' indecent, Llew pushed me down in the snow and finger-fucked me like he was tryin' to make up for the lack of dick in my evenin'. Weren't lackin' for long, since he took me home after and bent me right over the railin' lookin' down at the bottom floor. Good thing the kids were gone by then.
Work is slow, but life is good. I ain't sure I like bein' a stepmom, but so long as Raoul ain't make Llew a grampa before he even gets the chance to be a real daddy to a real kid, and hold my hand while I'm screamin' and rippin' my cunt open pushin' a baby out, I reckon I can deal.
There better be so much fuckin' alcohol and real, real good drugs after I have our baby. And the most skilled pussy healer in alla Azeroth right there to fix up my rosebud, too.