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Stepmom Elizabeth Olsen

Having a stepmother can be difficult, having one as famous as my own even more so. But we always made it work despite those things in our way.

My stepmom and dad met briefly in 2010, I was already twelve at the time, my actual mother dying in childbirth, leaving me with my dad. They had me in a long term relationship, not married or even engaged.

Anyway, I met Elizabeth when I was only twelve, her and my father meeting at some dating event and they hit it off, and soon enough she met me. I was a pretty "matured" kid for my age, standing at nearly five foot eight and my facial hair growing in well enough to be visible.

But sometimes tragedy strikes, my father got in a car accident only a year after meeting her. With me getting put up for adoption without a relative willing to take me, she stepped in and adopted me.

We lived together for some time, with her helping me get through my dad's death and becoming the only maternal figure in my life.

My adoption was never really a lowkey event, especially with her appearance in the MCU getting the spotlight on our little family unit, but she treated me the same as always, even bringing me to the premiere of her films.

That was all well and good until I saw the film Old Boy, good film except the scene where my stepmom has a sex scene with Brolin.

Obviously my mother didn't bring me to that movie, but when your friends know about your stepmom they tend to get very suggestive with their movie recommendations.

Though I don't think it had the intended effect on me. Instead of being embarrassed or something I instead became very aroused, and I ended up rubbing one out to my stepmother that night at least three times.

Then things returned to normal, me and my stepmom spending time together whenever we could, just with with the added effect of me being sexually attracted to who was basically my real mother.

I managed to keep things under wraps with me only getting risky with it when we became close, like when we sat and watched a movie and cuddled, or when she gave me the talk at thirteen and I couldn't stop imagining her and me.

And here I am at 22 years old, with several relationships under my belt and yet I still grow hard at the sight of my stepmom in something even slightly revealing.

As I wake up I'm met with knocking at my door, and looking at the digital clock by my side it definitely isn't the time to be receiving strangers at my door unless we got another virgin mary situation.

As my sleep wear consisted of a tank top and basketball shorts I had no need to get decent as I went down the stairs to open the door I'm met with a sight not many get to see. With my stepmom at the door, her makeup running down her face, her eyes puffy and red, and her clothes soaked through from the down pouring rain.

"Hey mom." I greet cautiously, slightly worried about what would make her seemingly walk here.

Then I noticed it, her left hand was still up from knocking on the door, and her engagement ring was off.

Letting her in I close the door behind her and turn to be met with a hug, her small frame being half a foot shorter than my own as her head made itself at home in the crook of my neck.

Wrapping my arms around her I slowly rock her back and forth, feeling her tighten her grip on me as she shook with silent tears.

Getting her down on the couch to talk was a much easier time then I expected, with her frequent apologies to showing up at this time and that she didn't have anywhere else to go. Apparently she walked in on her fiance and another woman, which as was expected didn't go well as she ran out, not remembering her coat or keys and had to call a cab just to get here.