I Love My Stepmom Novels & Stories

I added a fuck emoji. After a few minutes, she started to call me. My step mom was the least person I liked. She was too scheming and cunny. Everything I ever had was taken away from me and she made me live in Janet's shadow. And her actions were the reason why I ended up this way, not that I regret having my kids but regret meeting Asphalt the way I did. I sighed and put my phone on silent but the caller changed to my father. He too had become estranged from me. I even felt sorry for him because he was suffering all the fuss of my step mom.

LUKE There were many reasons why I shouldn’t listen to Dad’s inconvenient request, and I was pretty much having a great time before he called. I could understand his attachment to Gene. My stepmother was one of a kind and the sweetest thing that had ever happened to our lives. I couldn’t list everything she’d done for us. She was a mother to me. Period.

My step mom is the mother I never had. Women. They can be all.

I arranged myself in my bed and scrolled through the I*******m account that I had created while she sat beside me on the bed . “Mom, is anything going on ?” My mom raised an eyebrow, obviously confused on why I asked her a question like that , but then I had to. After all, it's not as if she still loved me as much as she did before . I am pretty sure that all that she cared about right now was him and she was going to make sure that I get to love my stepfather and then we can have that big family that sge had always dreamt of , I just couldn’t help it .

” She asked as soon as she got to me. I rolled my eyes first before replying to her. ”It was okay. I met my mom and we talked for a while” I replied excluding my dad and new stepmom's part. She nodded and took another chewing gum into her mouth. When I notice it, Stephanie is the typical kinda bad girl and I don't care type of girl. I love her charisma and the way she carries herself.

she said, getting up, already ready to leave. Even if my mom was a bitch, she sometimes does think about me. "Thank you, Mom!" I shouted to her, going figuratively. She waved bye. I only smiled. My mom and I have a bittersweet relationship. She is not a bad woman, just a bit greedy—or say, a lot greedy. She can do anything for money. Sometimes it scares me, but I don’t want it to happen that she ends up selling me just for money. She is not a loyal type. I don’t know why my soon-to-be step-dad is destroying his life marrying her.

Sure, my stepmom isn’t my favorite person, but there was no denying she seemed to love my father. “You know I can’t allow that, right?” I ask warily, letting her see the emotional toll this is all taking on me.

’ ‘I was specifically told to get my acts together and check on that poor girl and tell her the important message while at it,’ Dad said smiling. ‘Mum. I know she is the only one capable of doing that to you,’ I said smiling. It was obvious that even though Dad and my step-mum weren't growing any younger, they still loved each other. ‘You got that right,’ Dad said, confirming that it was my stepmom. I wouldn't deny the fact that I was enjoying the attention she was giving me. She comes to my office from time to time, insisting that we go shopping sometimes, and sometimes it is just a simple lunch before I return to work.

“That must be your stepmother, right? You could have saved her contact with something more sweet, you know…” “Sweeter than sugar!” I told him plainly. “I am sorry but the last thing I would do is to sugarcoat something that is not sweet. It's an obvious fact that my relationship with my stepmother is not good at all. In fact, I have no good relationship with my biological dad all because of her. She stepped into my dad's life and spoiled things for us!”

My step-dad Ashley I am so angry with myself and my mom. I wanted her to be happy but I think I created my own grave. I will see her at her office She didn't want to receive me, I forced and she accepted Mom: Ashley I work Me: mom why are you doing this? I am your daughter Mom: and me your mother, you have the right to respect my privacy Me: what private life? That boy you married to is a bastard. What do you think?