Dirty Stepmom Novels & Stories

Dave grumbles, taking a long drink of his beer. “I am tired of her bitching at me and griping about how I don't take care of her ass. She has a damn roof over her head, don't she boy?” “Yes, sir. She does. A very nice roof, daddy.” Nate answers respectfully, because he knows what happens when he doesn't. "You and uncle Tom have worked hard to give us a nice home." “Fuck yes, I have but nothing is ever good enough for that whore. You know that your mama was a stripper when I met her, don't ya?” Dave asks the child.

The weather outside is frigid, matching my mood, as my stepmother Sadie runs a single manicured finger over the windowsill of my dorm room, lifting it to her face a moment later to inspect the dust that has settled on the tip of her perfect finger. She makes a face, shooting a glance over her shoulder at my father who has been standing awkwardly to the side as she tears apart every little thing about my room. “It’s dirty,” she announces to no one in particular. My new roommate isn’t here yet, thank God, and I’m hoping she won’t show up until after my dad and step-monster finally leave me in peace.

“That’s hilarious. So she doesn’t drink often or she drinks often?” Mr. Blackwood shrugs. “She drinks. Just not like today. Especially with the way my staff makes those Arnold Palmers. You barely taste the liquor.” Grandma Lola nods. “Yeah… you’re right.” As the two continue talking, Dustin stands abruptly, his jaw tight. “You know what? I’m leaving,” he snaps. “This place is pissing me off.” He looks at his mother. “You coming, Mom?” Janine Smith rises immediately. “I am.”

Mark says, “I’m glad you came.” “Yeah… sure,” I answer, still processing. My mom looks happy. Too happy. “I want you to meet someone,” she says. No. “This is Mateo,” she continues, “Mark’s son.” Silence drops instantly, heavy and awkward, because of course, obviously, it makes perfect sense that out of everyone in the world it had to be him, like the universe just decided to make my life a little more complicated, and still Mateo gets up calmly, slipping his hands into his pockets like nothing’s wrong, like we weren’t just throwing punches a few hours ago.

Not sexy, exactly, but something. I typed: For you baby. Goodnight. Opened her chat. Hit send. Then I saw the name at the top of the screen. Sebastian. No. No, no, no. I scrolled up with my heart beating so hard. The last message was weeks old… Dinner at Mom's. Sunday 6PM. Don't be late. I'd never replied. And now I had sent a shirtless photo to my stepbrother. My hands shook as I mashed out: wrong person wrong person wrong person Then I tried to delete it.

How I needed to trust in my own instincts, as well as hers. "I started building this a month after I had interviewed you. This plot of land is a special place for me. I don't remember much about my mom, but she loved being in nature. My dad was the one who constantly worked and went out to socialize to improve his status in the world. But my mom, she was simple. She loved to be out in nature, putting her toes in the dirt or sand or grass. She loved Noah and me. I think if she lived longer, Noah wouldn't be as messed up as he is. But she died and my dad made sure to groom Noah into the perfect J.Crew model he is to take over the business." I paused and looked at Holly who hadn't taken her eye

"I got it off." Her mom squinted. "What kind of something?" Maya coughed. "Dust." "From where?" Dad asked. "Uh... cereal," I muttered. Her mom looked suspicious but said nothing. They moved into the kitchen and started unpacking. I leaned close and whispered in Maya's ear, "I'm not done with you." She slapped my chest again, whispering, "I swear to god, Julian" "Swear all you want," I smirked. "You're still gonna come on my tongue tonight."

Scarlett's Dad said, even though he is way wealthier than Tyler and his dad, he still knows people's pride and what someone can do depending on their level of wealth and success, and according to him, the way this young man grows in wealth is astonishing that he might surpass him by far in the near future, so how someone like that settle for such. "Where did you both meet," The mom asked "At the team's sex party," Scarlett said and her family nodded in understanding making Tyler wonder 'Why aren't reprimanding her for sucking a slut? saying sex party in front of them?' Tyler felt that his mind was about to burst open, the reaction he expected was not the reaction he got.

“Delete that.” Evans grinned. “Too late. It’s live.” Dinner was a five star rated disaster in slow motion. Finn called Dad “sir boss man” three times while trying to talk to him.. He tried to impress Mom with fake knowledge of real estate. “I love properties. Especially the ones with… roofs. And doors. Doors are important.” Mom loved him anyway. “He’s so refreshing!”

The blonde lady scanned her from top to bottom and scoffed in her heart, even if she had a nice body still she was just a bathroom cleaner "What did you say? no…n would look at me" saying that sia took small steps towards the lady who took a step back sensing a frighten from her "You are no match for my okay... I'm Dimple Crawford...do you know who my dad is?" Dimple said in a scary tone hoping to scare the woman in front of her with her last name because her dad was a powerful well-known man, and hence she got away with everything and would deal with anyone bothering her "Ohh really"sia smirked as she looked around and fixed her eyes on the dance floor, she hated putting on a show in public