I Love My Stepmom Novels & Stories

I went near her and faced her. " Ma, why can't every woman be like you? Loving, caring, understanding. That day when you lashed out at me for not giving my princess a complete family, I gave it a thought and agreed with your opinion. Why does Mala have to spoil it for me? Had she behaved with her in the same way if she would have been her birth mother? No woman will ever love a stepchild as her own. I don't want a stepmother for my daughter. I want a mother for her. Who would love her as her own? " My eyes were glistening with unshed tears. I kept my head on Ma's shoulder to seek the warmth of her love.

I still do not understand my mothers undying love for nic and even though I try not to get jealous of their relationship I can’t help it. She treats him like the son she never had and makes sure that she does everything to make me feel okay, while I wouldn’t deny the fact that she loved me I still can’t accept the fact that I’m not being treated better. Lucas, my step dad never bothered to say a word to me as we drove in total silence. My stepdad had been nothing but amazing but still we never really had a good relationship. He seems to stay out of the way when it comes to affairs that had to deal with me and let my mom handle it.

Aiden I sat on the couch, pretending to be engrossed in the game on my tablet. My fingers moved absently over the screen, but my mind wasn’t in it. Not today, not after all the problems we encountered. Living here with my Stepmother, felt like walking on eggshells. She tried to act like she cared, but I wasn’t that dumb . I could feel her irritation whenever I was around, like I was some burden she couldn’t wait to get rid of. I miss Mom, not just the idea of her, but everything she used to represent: warmth, safety, and someone who genuinely cared.

She didn't like the way I spoke to her, she turned the other way as she said, “ Jude, I'm your stepmom. We can't do this.” My face turned black from her words, I didn't argue, I just moved her side of the blanket and under her watch, I spread her legs and moved it down to her pussy as her breath hitched and her eyes widened in shock, I rolled my finger around her pussy as she sucked her lips, “ Ohhhh.” She let out a moan, She loved the way I pressed, dipped and hooked. I looked into her eyes, I saw the passion and the yearn.

What is wrong with him? He lowers his head to my ear. "Literally." Dear God. It's like he is trying to get us killed. "Is that so?" My mom's smile is bright. She is happy with the idea that I'm getting along with my soon-to-be stepbrother. Sorry to break it to you mom, but that couldn't be further from the truth. "Yh. She lends a helping hand to me whenever I need it," Oh my God. Someone kill me now and end this nightmare. "She never leaves me hanging." Another mutter under his breath, "except once."

I said. My stepmother walked in unexpectedly. I was taken aback by her unexpected visit. "What brings you here?" I asked changing my expression to be serious. To be honest, she was a good woman who adored me, but I couldn't bring myself to like her. I despise her because my father always had a soft spot for her despite being brutal to my mother. It's always difficult for me to resist her under my father's roof. I wanted nothing more than to see him disintegrate.

Or perhaps I simply have a problem. But I love mom. More than just a child's affection for his parents. Although we are not blood relatives, I treated her as if she were my biological mother, and she treated me as if I were her own son. This has been the case since my father left us to be with his third wife. That's correct. My stepmother, Marianne, was Dad's second wife. I called her mom because she has looked after me since I was a child. But to tell the truth, my thoughts and feelings toward her couldn't be compared... They weren't, to say the least, close to what a son should - or ought - to feel.

I took a heavy breathe then retorted "I just wanted to check up on you on you" ~ "Oh that's so sweet of you stepmom. I'm so pleased that I have a stepmother at home who is so worried about her stepson" He said and I gave a slight hiss. I really do not like it when he calls me his stepmom.. it makes me feel old and like I am an actual married woman. ~ "How is everyone at home?" He asked me. ~ "We are all good but the house is so not completed without you, we all miss you.." I said.

“Good morning, B.” “You’re the problem, you know. You always pamper her, spoil her too much, and turn her into a little brat,” my mom said. “And you scold her too much. Let her breathe.” “Whatever,” she muttered, still ranting as she walked out. My stepdad turned back to me and winked with a smirk before leaving the room. I loved my stepdad even more than my real dad...he’s so cool. My mom just doesn’t deserve him, but whatever. 🤷🏼

She took a shine to me and we hit it off straight away. My friends were always asking after her. Two of them had stepmom’s they didn’t get on with and asked me if they could swap. Ha! It seemed like stepmom’s got a bad rap in general, so I felt like I’d hit the jackpot in having Mary become my new mom.