Me And My Stepmom Novels & Stories

I was dripping. Mom sighed, pouring coffee. “Your stepdad had too much last night. Men and their get-togethers.” She kissed my forehead. “I just want us to be a complete family, sweetie. A real family.” But what she didn’t know was even with my step daddy in the picture, her constant absence in my life still made us an incomplete family. She mentioned my stepdad, it only made my pussy wetter. “I know, Mom. You’ve done everything for me.” My voice was sweet, likeable, hiding the storm I was brewing.

I have spent my whole life needing things closed. Doors, questions, wounds.. anything left open was a threat, a thing that could still turn on me, so I would shut it by force if I had to and call the shutting peace. I closed my marriage in one night with a signature and a note. I closed Sean in a coffee shop. I closed Lauren's hand in mine in a department store and walked back to a shopping cart. I am not closing this one. It sits there in the dark between us. His mother in a paid-for house two hours north of anywhere. Our son who will have a grandmother, or will not, or will meet her once when he is four and never again. None of it decided. All of it real.

The woman spoke, seeming to me like she was his mum. “Yes, welcome home, my son.” My stepdad said, shocking me. Your son? How's this possible? Then his eyes drifted to me and suddenly widened in surprise. “Thank you, Mother, thank you, Father,” Peter spoke firmly, yet excitement was lurking around; he didn't take notice of his father's countenance. “This is my mate!” Peter plastered a smile on his face, making everyone fall into a state of shock. His mum furrowed her brow, her face confused, staring at me, and my stepdad narrowed his brows down, indicating his rising anger.

' ‘Please tell Edmund, his personal assistant, that I want to see him,’ I said to Dad. ‘I will do that,’ Dad said and excused himself. ‘I noticed that you don't know what to call me. You can call me mum,’ my stepmom said smiling at me. I could see unshed tears in her eyes. ‘Are you crying mum?’ I asked and that broke the dam. She broke down in tears. ‘Someone almost took you from me again today. I wish I could get my hands on them and make a scapegoat out of them,’ she said, looking angry.

She said I can't tell her my mom is the second wife and my dad got married to her because my step mom was unable to give him any child and also i can't tell her that i am more close to my step mom than my real mother Yes that is right.. I love my step mom than my own mother And Anna is crazy to be tell that kind of thing "Hey, what i know is that i am the only son of my father and my mom.. That's it so pls Don't mess things up " i said while i glared at her and started the car "Being barren is not her fault, if she is your step mom then probably because she was a barren your dad marry another woman which is your own mom " She said and i shot her a glance

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

My step father had three sons with his ex wife who had also died while giving birth , they were three triplets and they were going to my brothers after this , but I didn’t mind . I didn’t care if we had a nice relationship or not , but it’s not as if I was going to live here for long , since I already met my wolf Sara , I am pretty sure that before I turn 20 I would meet my mate and so I would be out . The thought of meeting my own mate alone made me excited . “ I know the moon goddess made the right decisions when she chose you as my second chance mate , you are my everything and I am so ready to do this with you “ my step dad vowed to break me out of my thoughts.

I'm growing crazy and crazier by the day. 'Uthman' I turned to see my Step mom walking towards me. I did not know she was coming. 'E kasan ma' She flashed a smile just as she reached my side. 'How're you? I saw you talking to a girl right now. Was that Michelle?' My head is pretty messed up right now and now, my step mom is adding hers. 'no, that was Jade.' 'Oh, your rival?' I nodded, surprised that she knows Jade by name.

“No more weakness. No more moments. ” I stared at him. “You don’t mean that. ” “I do ,” Laim said. “Because next time ,I won’t stop myself. ” He turned and walked away. That night ,I couldn’t help but feel guilty for what I did . Having an intimate moment with my stepfather is something I feel horrible for doing . But he is my mate and I don’t know for how long this will continue.

She walked toward us like we were guests she’d been expecting. “I knew you’d come back.” She touched my cheek. I jerked away. She didn’t react. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. “Just like me.” Julian stepped between us. “Don’t touch her.” Mom’s expression shifted — not angry. Just… amused. “She’s mine, Julian.” “No,” I said, and my voice cracked in a way I hated. She tilted her head at me like I’d misunderstood something simple. “From the very first cell,” she said gently.