My Slutty Stepmom's Wedding

Brazzers

Justin Hunt, Raven Hart Pic(s)

The humid summer air crackled with a palpable tension as I watched my stepmother, Raven Hart, prepare to pledge her vows to a man she barely knew. Her ivory lace gown, scandalously sheer in the afternoon light, clung to every curve as if painted on, a stark contrast to the traditional ceremony she was mocking. Justin Hunt, the unsuspecting groom, stood at the makeshift altar with a look of pure, foolish adoration plastered across his handsome face. He was completely captivated, a moth drawn to the dangerously flickering flame of her manufactured charm. I remembered the countless late nights she had spent away from our home, her laughter echoing up the staircase upon her return in the early hours. Now, she was exchanging saccharine smiles and rehearsed promises, her eyes occasionally flicking towards me with a glint of triumphant defiance. The scent of her overpowering jasmine perfume mixed with the fragrance of the garden roses, creating a nauseatingly sweet cocktail. Every whispered “I do” felt like a carefully staged performance in a play where only the audience was unaware of the script. As the officiant pronounced them husband and wife, Raven’s kiss with Justin was a theatrical, lingering affair meant for an audience. I knew this union was not a beginning but merely the next calculated act in her relentless, selfish drama.