Dirty Stepmom Novels & Stories

After all, an ideal mother wasn't supposed to be tired or look shabby. But her strategy wasn't without flaws. One day, she quietly took Damion's credit card. "A great mom also needs to manage family finances," Subject Two justified smugly. "My mom couldn't do it, but I can." Damion nearly exploded when he saw that. "That little brat! He knew my password all along?!"

My tears spill out, and I nestle deeper into the sofa, my hands wrap around my waist. I let my tears flow freely. Fear grips my soul. The disappointment in my mom’s eyes. It hurts. It rips me apart. I don’t know what to do. I’m too heartbroken. I didn’t know how much time had passed or when I’d fallen asleep, but I wake up as the rattling on the door sounds. I exhale and sit up. I can’t believe I slept for so long. My mom walks in. Her eyes are hooded and she looks drained.

"And where's Justin, anyway? We haven't seen him at all. Don't tell me he's mad." "If you ask me, upsetting the future father of your own child over a godson really isn't worth it." Only after hearing all that did Rowena realize that she hadn't contacted me in a long time since the last incident. That was mostly because caring for the baby had thrown her days and nights completely out of order. She had been so exhausted every day that she often passed out the second she lay down. Now that Theo had reached his one-month milestone, she felt like she had finally done enough and could step away.

Just pump her twat full of spunk. "Yes, yes, yes," I groaned. "Mrs. Davenport! You're such a dirty MILF!" "Ooh, our mom is the dirtiest!" squealed Amy. "She taught us how to be skanks!" "I did," purred the naughty mother. "And how to clean each other up after they've been fucked."

She glared hard at me, "Aunt, am sorry. I didn't know it was dirty, I cleaned it this morning... I, Sorry." I lowered my head, she won't listen, she never listens. Kelly snared at me before going inside, I followed my stepmom to her room. This whole place was a mess, with offensive odors coming from the bathroom, as I would've guessed, she didn't flush after messing up the toilet, as usual. I picked all her dirty clothes which were lying on the floor and took them to the washing machine, cleaning every part of the room, it took some time before I was done with her room, I stood in front of the door, with the bucket in my hand and a sigh escaped from my lips, "Haa... hard work." I exclaimed w

My palms pressed straight into the shards of glass. "Are you deliberately trying to piss me off today, Zero?" I opened my mouth, wanting to say that Ashton had bumped into me. But I shut it again almost immediately. The truth didn't matter. At some point, I'd suddenly understood that Ashton would never be at fault. But for me, even breathing was a sin. "I just… wanted to help you clean up the dust and trash…" I just wanted Mom to be a little happier. She let out a cold laugh. "Even a single scrap of paper in this house is more useful than you. You'd better remember who the real trash in this family is, Zero Camden."

Mom finally said. “I love her and don't care about what happened in her past. I loved her before him. I just didn't have her first," I said and she just looked at me with disgust. “Aldric Stone! I've raised you to be a good gentleman. What the hell have you turned your life into?" my Mom asked. " I am still the man you raised Mom. I know everything sounds horrible but trust me when I say you're going to love Scarlett Brown when you see her. I know you will Mom she's—”

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come

On the day of the topping-out ceremony for the resettlement housing, my mother, Diana Knowles, insists on reporting me to the authorities for shoddy workmanship. It's all because my cousin, Marco Sanford, went to play at the construction site, stepped into the freshly set cement, and scraped his knee. "You think you're so great just because you built a couple of buildings?" Mom screams at me. "I can't just stand by and watch you put the whole town in danger just to make millions of dollars by pocketing the difference!" Marco clutches his bandage and explains quietly, "It's all my fault for climbing over the fence to play there, Aunt Diana. The construction workers even tried to stop me.

bwahaha. Shameless! The ugly one got his revenge. "Are you sure, son? I can already see my future grandkids!" And with that, Mom suddenly rushed to the cashier. I just laughed. Mom was so energetic! She's the opposite of Mommy. Mommy's beauty is timid and can't break even a single glass, while Mom... Well, let's just say that all glass will be broken when you're with her! But I'm enjoying their company. They're fun to be with, and I'm just wondering why Zac doesn't like spending time with his parents.