Dirty Stepmom Novels & Stories

Avery handed them the snacks, and Daisy and David busied themselves like little adults. "Mommy, let me give you a leg massage," they offered with delight. "Mommy, I'll rub your shoulders." The two children led Avery to the sofa and she sat down, smiling happily as she rubbed their little heads. She had been feeling tired lately, and the TV was still on, showing her favorite medical and financial channel. Absentmindedly, she glanced at the screen and froze. When Daisy paused the channel to fetch some water, the screen froze, and she hadn't gotten around to changing it yet. On the financial channel, there was a prominent advertisement: "Stone Family is hiring a nanny."

Grandpa read a financial magazine, and Grandma brewed tea. A neatly cut fruit platter sat on the coffee table. Every piece was Sean’s favorite strawberries. Sean handed the baby to the nanny and sat beside Grandma, looping his arm through hers. “Mom, Talon’s back.” Grandma slammed her teacup onto the table when she saw my father. Her face turned cold. “You caused such a scene three years ago. Now that you are back, behave yourself. Sean is still being called 'the other man' online because of you. You disgraced the Jones family.”

He left me and I stood properly. "Thanks" I whispered and he nodded. He dipped his hand into his pocket and slipped out a white handkerchief. He wiped his hands with it and dropped it on the floor. Is he trying to show that I'm dirty?? I ignored him as mom started climbing down the stairs. What the shrek?! Her clothes were d**n exposed and you can hardly think she's a murder to a sixteen years old. Her curves popped out fully and her behind! Is this my mother?!!

He adjusted her disheveled dress with a demeaning slowness. "Now, go back downstairs," Xavier whispered coldly, appearing completely unshaken after what they had done. "Go to your husband. Let him smell my scent on your skin. Remember, Elara... every time he touches you, remember who made you tremble tonight. And this was just the warm-up, Mommy. The nights to come will be very long for us." Elara climbed down from the desk, her legs still shaking. She smoothed her hair, trying to gather the fragments of a dignity that had been shattered into dust.

“ Stop ranging girl, stop shouting like you are any saint , you know that, after all you are enjoying your sex with me and I am your step dad do why acting like you have no hands in this . I raised up my head and stared at my step dad in shock , I couldn't believe that he would say that to end, and the nerves he got to say that to my fucking face, I hated him to the core, I wasn't joking . “ you know what, I think I know exactly what to do right now, I do not care what the outcome of this is going to be but this us what I am going to do, I think it's best my mom finds out what you are really made of instead of her falling that deeply in love with you, because you are nothing but a huge disap

The picture of her and my mother sitting on her dresser infuriated me the more. You can’t be a backstabbing bitch and still pretend to care. She’s not worthy to have my mother’s picture anywhere close to her! I grabbed the picture and smashed it on the dresser, shattering the picture frame. The destruction did nothing to soothe the anger boiling inside me. I picked up the picture and glared at it before picking up the fountain pen mum gifted her for Christmas last year. Focusing on her face, I ripped the picture, stabbing her face repeatedly until the muscles in my arm gave out.

“Mom, please. Please. Let’s not play that game right now. We both know everything you’re doing is to maintain your… useless reputation. To be the ‘IT girl’ of your little fantasy world.” There was a long pause. Then she scoffed. “I should’ve known better than to let your father pour his sperm inside me.” I rolled my eyes, exhausted. “Yes, Mum, you had a choice. Take it off or swallow it. But you decided to let it flourish. And look what it gave you.” She laughed coldly. “A solid, ungrateful bitch.” I nodded. “Exactly.” She hissed again, louder. “I gave you one job. One job, Cierra! And what did you do? You threw it in the air!”

The red light made everything look hotter and dirtier than it already was. Ethan’s hips started moving. His hand found the back of the woman’s head. She took it without complaint, eyes still flicking up to mine every few seconds like she wanted me to see exactly what she was doing. Then he came. Hard. With a sound I’d never heard from him before. She stayed on him until he finished, swallowed everything, and pulled off with a soft, satisfied noise. “Mmm. Thank you, daddy.” She stood up, wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and walked away clumsily like it was just another favor.

Wow, what a wimp dad was if this guy's joke-like four droplets put him to shame. The last DVD in the stack was the lone black guy in all the disks. (There were no black women, if you were wondering.) Once again, mom was presented as a gift, a trophy. Again, the guest sat in the chair, this time in the buff. Mom was brought forward and these big rough black hands massaged her plump breasts, tweaking those pouting nipples until they were rosy and stiff. He patted her rolling tummy, put a huge paw on her treasured mound, and swept down the length of her fantastic legs. He made the gesture to bring her forward. Sure enough, dad almost dragged mom on top of him, her eyes alarmed at the thought of

she snapped. “ This is my house ….” I breathed in slowly, but my mom stood up before I even reacted. “You will not disrespect my daughter in her own house,” my mom . “Lower your voice.” Damon’s mother scoffed and turned to Damon. “You told me you were only her lawyer. Is this part of your legal duty now?” Before I could even form a reply, Gracie added with the most irritating laugh, “Please, Elizabeth. These two must be fucking each other already, don’t forget she’s a cheap whore “