Dirty Stepmom Novels & Stories

Mom lowered her head and quietly wiped away her tears. That made everyone around tear up too. Steven gritted his teeth and slapped me hard. My cheek burning, I stared at him in disbelief. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, his tears dripping to the floor. "You're worse than an animal! Do you know how hard Mom works? Every morning, she goes to the park to scavenge before the sun comes up. It took her years to save that money. If you think we're dirty and shameful, fine, we won't come to your school anymore!"

I took after my dad in that respect. Now, a little more about what happened last night. As you read in Maddie's first chapter, we discovered something that rocked our worlds collectively. We found out through dumb luck that our mom is a stripper. Now, don't get me wrong. She's not your run-of-the-mill "pole dancer". In fact, she never once used a pole for her performance. No, quite the contrary.

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

They despised her and the bastard girls, us, and didn't care that Alpha Laz wanted nothing but the services my mother rendered. When he finally tossed her aside, we were the joke of the pack. Looking back now, my mom may have committed suicide because of the shame rather than the unrequited love. Mistress Sandner stopped. We were now inside the warrior's gym. A large two-storey building. She looked at me from my head to toe. It seemed like she would spit from the sheer disgust of having me before her. Then she said, "I'm gonna make sure you don't overstep like Josie did. I will teach you what you truly are. A low life. Filth. Like your mother! Now, get to work on scrubbing this entire floor!

"My mother ran out of the hospital in a frenzy, dragged in lawyers, worked all night—because you pushed her. "You think stealing Lucy's kid will lock in your place as the heir's mother? "Didn't you already give birth yesterday? Still faking labor to get pity? Keep dreaming." Pain ripped through me. The blood had dried on my skin and clothes, reeking of rot. Lucy gagged, covering her mouth. "Avila, you know I can't stand blood after giving birth. You still won't clean yourself? You're doing this on purpose to disgust me, to make me faint, aren't you?"

Three days after my mom died, the hospital called. "Mr. Carter, your mother has an outstanding balance of $1,873.60. Please come in and pay it as soon as possible." What? I stared at my mom's body. They had to have the wrong person. I'd paid every bill before she was discharged. She was supposed to be cremated and buried today. How could she still owe money? The person on the phone clicked their tongue. "Her family is responsible for the bill! She received treatment, so someone has to pay for it. It's $1,873.60." "Are you sure that's for Winona Carter?" "Yes. Come quickly."

My mother-in-law, Matilda Holmes, is celebrating her 60th birthday today. My husband, Joshua Allen, insists I give a toast to his female intern, Lila Deleon. He says Lila's fresh out of college and has no one looking out for her. As his wife, I need to be the bigger person. My eyes fall on the watch circling her wrist. That 38-thousand-dollar watch was an inheritance Mom left me. I don't cry or throw a scene. Instead, I swap out all 12 high-end courses at the birthday party for takeout. Every single box comes with an IOU taped right on top. "Course one, my parents paid 80 thousand dollars for the down payment on our house." "Course two, I raised your startup capital of 50 thousand dol

I push the button to stop the transmitter. "Wow! You really know your back rubs, mister." Mom says sitting up, yawning. "I'm going to leave this for a while and take a nap. As she gets up, her legs are wobbly. "That's odd." She says, struggling to stay standing. As soon as she takes a step, she looks down at her shorts. There is a wet circle in the crotch of her white shorts. Shit! How stupid of me. Next time I'll just give her a post transmission suggestion to go upstairs and masturbate to a powerful climax. Mom looks at me and hurries out of the basement.

I stammered. Firm hands suddenly grabbed me, jacking me off the ground and throwing over his shoulders. He turned. Smack. I jerked. My core walls clenched to the effect of the smack. “You dare to be stubborn to daddy?” He barked. My lips quivered not knowing what to say but deep within I knew he wasn't going to be harsh on me. Daddy can never be harsh on his sweet little girl.

There was no way I was admitting I’d followed her because I felt insecure. There was no chance of that. My pride mattered more than anything. "Yeah! I’m collecting bottles! So what if I am? I’m not stealing. I’m doing this for the family!" The more I talked, the more frustrated I felt, my voice rising as I squared my shoulders. "Alisha, if you think I’m embarrassing, just say it! Once your debts are paid off, I won’t owe you anything either. We’ll have a clean divorce!" The diners around us had all stopped eating, staring at the scene, as if they’d just stumbled into some high-society drama.