Fat Ass Step Mom Novels & Stories

She bristles at the dismissal before swallowing thickly, her eyes glued to the blades just a hairbreadth away from my fingers. “Well, we need to start planning an engagement party, and I won’t take no for an answer,” my stepmom huffs, crossing her arms like a petulant child. I almost choke on the laughter that bubbles up in my throat. The entire scene is absolutely ridiculous. This woman, who apparently now wants me to view her in a step-mother role after so many years, is acting more like a child than even her eight-year-old daughter. “Listen,your position here is holding on by a thread. The only thing holding me back from kicking you to the curb is my father’s last wishes … and maybe Ria.”

The type of mother that pretty much clocked out whenever I wasn’t around. I nodded. “We had a good time. Cecilia’s really nice.” “His stepmother?” “Mm-hmm. Very kind. She cooked this massive meal, too. Lasagna.” “Sounds like she’s an amazing woman.” I heard the pain in Mom’s voice. “She’s amazing, just like you.”

On those lips, he ran his sinful tongue to keep them wet and he made them more kissable with the glistening of his saliva and I had to gulp my lust down. My mother again repeated her question when I didn’t answer her, “ tell me what are you doing here, when I clearly told you to never come back?!” Her tone was fierce, it was nothing like her sweet loving tone. I looked into her eyes to see if she really was my mother because my mother would never raise her voice at her only daughter. My mother was the exact copy of Charlotte Richards from the Lucifer series, in short, she was a hot mess with a perfect body and a perfect height of 5’9.

“Really? Thanks, Mom!” The word mom had always been a strange word for Caleb. He only knew that he had a mother, but he never knew how it felt to have one. That was until he met Bea. She was someone who reprimanded him out of care. She was the one who only saw him as a child, not as the JS Group’s grandson. She was the one who gave him the affection that he needed. And because of her, he was gaining the courage to open up to his father. “Mom, I also want hotdogs,” he requested trying to appeal more to her.

I murmured quietly. “I…it’s because I’m fat,” she mumbled as she looked at the floor, flushing in embarrassment. I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. She was not fat in any definition of the word, and even if she was chubby or bigger, she would never be fat. That was a cruel word that did nothing but tear people, mainly females, down. I knew that not everyone was supposed to be 90 lb soaking wet. I took a deep breath to try to calm the surge of anger. I knew exactly why Jenny thought she was fat. Candice had made Naomi feel the same way growing up. I rolled my shoulders back as I pulled my phone out.

“Your new stepmother.” Stepmother. I was twenty-one. She couldn’t have been more than thirty-two. Barely eleven years between us. My chest burned with something close to resentment but laced with a wicked curiosity I couldn’t admit to myself. That night at dinner, I learned she grew up in Texas, worked as a fitness trainer for wealthy housewives, and met Dad when he joined her yoga class in Scottsdale. My dad had been alone for years after Mom died of cancer. I should have been happy for him. But every time her lips wrapped around the edge of her wine glass, I imagined them wrapping around something else.

But that wasn’t the case. So I won’t show her any mercy. I stood up, clapped my hands, and then swept the fruit platter off the table, smashing it to pieces. ...... “Trash like you and your son don’t deserve to eat this.” Megan jumped up, clutching her belly. She looked like she wanted to scream at me, like she used to, but remembered her current situation and held back. I watched her and smiled. ...... As the months went by, Megan’s belly grew. She was living comfortably in our house, eating well and putting on weight. My dad, seeing her as the mother of his future son, started treating her better, and she got bolder.

He assures me. I looked up at him and smiled. As he cleaned the tears of my face I say, “no worries, I have a feeling we are going to be great friends.” He leans back to get a closer look at me and says, “good, I expected nothing less from my stepmom.” I snickered, “Your stepmom?” “Your mommy dearest.” We both laughed, for what felt like ages, and it definitely felt better. ALESSIA’S POV

"Mom, I missed you so much!" God knew how she had endured this past month. Leaning into her mother's warm embrace, Claire bit her trembling lips, preventing the tears welling up in her eyes from falling. "Silly girl, you've grown up, and you're still acting like a baby to your mom." Margaret chuckled even more gently, soothingly patting Claire's back like consoling a child. "It's almost dinner time; let's go downstairs." "Yeah," Claire took a deep breath, blinked a few times, and composed herself. She allowed herself to appear normal.

Matthew said with a smile. Olivia knew that her new stepfather was just trying to lighten the mood and so she tried to wear a pleasant smile on her face as she replied, "I like it. The turkey is perfect, the meal is really nice," she replied. Hoping that she did sound brighter than she felt.