Dirty Stepmom Novels & Stories

“You and your cute little blonde secretary playing who cums first.” My mum sobs. “Please, Zoey, stop.” I swipe again. “And this?” I turn the phone. “Look mum isn't this you? Dad? Sure you recognise your wife's tits as she rides the gardener. Or have you guys been in a no sex marriage this entire time?” She gasps. My dad swears. “You’re hypocrites,” I spit. “I’d rather be a fucking janitor’s daughter than yours.”

It was never her fault. "If I hadn't handled her funeral, she would've started decomposing by the time you came back! Mom has been very good to me all these years, so no matter how dissatisfied I am with you, I definitely wouldn't extend that grudge to her. That's why I immediately settled her funeral affairs instead of waiting for you! "If you suspect that I did something dirty, you're more than welcome to report me to the police. And if they find out that I really did do something, I won't even blink if they decide to execute me! You can go right ahead!"

It's Grandpa's birthday banquet, and yet my fiancee is working late again, missing her one chance to meet the family. My brother and his wife, still bitter about me taking the project from them, don't waste the opening. "What good is all his money when his fiancee can't even show up on a day this important? She clearly doesn't take him seriously." "That's why Archer's the smart one. He landed himself Claire Donovan, of all people. Even her throwaway gifts start at seven figures." I'm about to fire back when the familiar name stops me cold. My eyes lock onto the bracelet of dark wooden beads the butler carries in. It's identical to the one my fiancee just spent a fortune on a few days ago.

I ground my teeth and cleaned it again. “Honestly, Blackwood. You’re so slow. Didn’t your mother teach you how to scrub floors?” She clicked her tongue. “Oh wait. Right. I heard she’s dead.” The mop fell from my hand, water sloshing across the cleaned marble. “Pick it up,” she ordered softly. I didn’t move. The space seemed to narrow around her sneering mouth and cruel eyes. “What is wrong with you?” My voice was low, trembling. “Why would you bring up my late mom into this. Have some respect”

But if they aren't spotless, you don't get paid. A sharp gust of wind swept through, swirling dead leaves around our feet. I watched as Mom's trembling fingers tightened around that five-dollar bill. Her tears fell in heavy drops onto the rag. Then, without a word, she turned and shuffled toward my car. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and began to scrub the glass with frantic, desperate strength. Arnold remained standing in a daze. "You don't want the work?" I gave him a cold, dismissive glance. "Suit yourself. The offer only comes once."

Their expressions turned uneasy. Mom, on the other hand, seemed to realize there was no point hiding it anymore. “Why are you so petty? I’m your mother. I was just saying a few words for your own good.” I laughed coldly. “For my own good? I’ve never seen a mother spread such filthy rumors about her own daughter. Every single day, I work from dawn to dusk. Somehow, in your eyes, that equates to shameful activities.” I met her gaze without the slightest fear. I was trying to pick her thoughts.

"Go into that room. There's a brand-new game console in there." I pointed at Mom's bedroom. I then turned to look at Mary and said, "Mom just bought a bunch of luxury skincare products a few days ago. They're all imported brands." "Jack, I saw Mom withdraw seven grand the other day. She kept it all in the closet." After I said those things, everyone's expressions changed instantly. Their eyes drifted toward Mom's bedroom almost automatically. "Y-You're talking nonsense!" Mom shouted as she lunged at me to cover my mouth, but I dodged her easily.

But all my energy drains from my body, leaving only the hollowness. Mom gets up, sheet trailing to the floor, not even caring she’s naked in front of me. “If you were half as pretty as me at your age, you wouldn’t have lost him. Sadly, you’re nothing but my disappointment. I wish I could return you, you know? Get my money back. But mothers are stuck.”

I warned, snapping the lid shut. Ash stared at me in horror. “Mommy can turn into an ant?” “Yup. And Ant-Mommy gets really mad when her kid talks too much before lunch.” Erick burst out laughing and leaned toward Ash, whispering, “Don’t mess with Mommy. She used to be a mafia lawyer. If she can make a president sweat, she can make those ants sign a petition to move trails.” I handed the container to Erick. “Please distribute. But watch the bollo limpio. That one’s not for sharing.”

"So you googled up its signs already. Are you able to concentrate reading? " "Pretty much. " "Late into the nights? " "Yep. " "Have a hold on making decisions, you get disoriented don't you? " "Hardly. I make a lot of them within reason. " "Snubbing your mom for certainly two weeks, I'd consider you did that within reason? " "Of course. "He added, tonelessly"Damaris is a prostitute let's not forget that. " "That's your mom you're trashing there? "