I Love My Stepmom Novels & Stories

I confessed, crying on her lap, while she rubbed my back, soothingly. "Mom, I'm falling in love with Diana, so hard and so fast. I can't control it and I can't stand to see her hurt. I don't know what her dad will do to her, I'm scared. I wanted her to come with me but her mom said it wasn't a good idea. Mom, she's like the air I breathe, I can't live without her." I sobbed, holding my stepmother's legs tightly. "I noticed, my son. I noticed the way you two played in the kitchen. But you shouldn't be scared. Love is a sweet thing." My stepmom advised me, pulling me from my lap.

A map of pain, earned over time. She didn’t announce herself. Just watched him. “Did you love her?” she asked finally. He didn’t turn. “Who?” “My stepmother. Naomi.” A beat. “I thought I did,” he said. “Before you.” She moved closer. “And now?” Now he turned. His eyes were tired but full of something else—something harder, sharper. “Now I regret ever touching her. Because I didn’t know what it meant to feel something until you.” The space between them collapsed.

A broken laugh escaped my lips as tears ran down my cheeks. “Of course it’s you,” I laughed. My chest cracked more. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. She looked me in the eye with so much hatred. Dear Mom, why didn’t you take me with you? I thought to myself. My stepmother had never liked me, as I was proof of the only woman my father had ever truly loved, and she was finally getting rid of the reminder. Not even her daughters were nice to me.

Ashton's POV. Stepmom? That’s a big term. I never really considered Kira, or any of Mr. Jones's numerous women, as my stepmom. I accepted the fact that I have step-siblings, whom I don’t get along with much, but stepmoms? Nah, that’s too much. She must have said those words to piss me off or to actually think of herself as my stepmom. Hilarious. Everything that happened was amusing, silly, wild, and super crazy, but no matter how hard I try to deny it, I can’t. Fucking her was the best. She’s the first woman to drive me to insanity when it comes to sex, matching my energy with raw energy.

I remind him, my voice shaky. “I don’t care…” he mumbles, his breath hot against my skin. “She thinks I’m cheating on her with you anyway. Isn’t it better if we make it true?” “But I’m your stepmom,” I protest, my heart racing as he tilts his head from my lips to my neck. “Even better,” he husks with a wicked glint in his eyes. My eyes widen slightly. Even better? Does he have mommy issues?—wait, of course he does.

“I have tried to show him I could be his mom if he would just give me the chance, but he refuses and rebels against everything that I do for him.” “You're not his mom,” I pointed out, discomfort pooling inside my stomach as I stared at her, lost for words. She is here trying to be a mom to a boy that she doesn't want her around him or his father, but she left her infant, her blood child, behind years ago. “I know I am not, but I could still love him like I was,” she replied. “You are his stepmother. Try remembering that when dealing with him. Let him realize you won't ever replace his mother. Maybe that would be a start,” I shrugged.

Ryan POV Two weeks off. For everyone else, it was a chance to relax, go home, see their family… or whatever. But not me. For me, breaks meant going back to my step-parents’ house and I hated it. My stepdad didn’t bother me much, but my stepmom did… she had this way of turning every second into a lecture or a lesson. She’d nag about me choosing racing, she'll always say she loves me and she wants a bright future for me, racing wasn't a dream for her. Ugh, the thought alone made me want to disappear. Forget it.

she spat. “If it isn't, then what?" I managed to choke out between laughter, my eyes streaming with tears. "You can't accept me as your stepmother because you know what you did to me." I straightened up, my laughter slowly dying down as I locked eyes with Soni. "I'm not here because I love your dad…”