Moaning Stepmom Novels & Stories

I frowned, setting my mug down with a loud clack against the counter. “So a new addition is joining the house for who knows how long, and I’m just finding out about it now?” She picked up her heavy canvas bag that contained her extra scrubs and sighed, completely brushing off my annoyance. “It skipped my mind, Mel. I've been pulling double shifts.” She walked toward the front door, pausing to look back at me. “Be good. Don't cause any trouble.” And with that, she left. I picked up my mug again, sipping the coffee as if the warmth could somehow push down the heavy, suffocating weight of the piece of information I’d just received. My mom always thought I was being disrespectful or difficult be

“Inventing? There were witnesses. There's a video. There’s a man in custody right now because your precious stepdaughter paid him to push a pregnant woman down in public.” My stepmother put a hand to her chest like she was horrified. “Scarlett, you can’t accuse people like that. Think about what you’re saying.” I stood up. “I am. For once in my life, I’m thinking clearly.” They both stood too, clearly deciding they were done pretending to care. “We came here to help,” my father carried on coldly. “But if you insist on being paranoid and destructive, there’s nothing more we can do.” My stepmother nodded in agreement. “You should be more grateful. You’re making a mess of yourself.”

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

"Everyone's is on the edge right now, it is easy to doubt and blame. They are blaming you and it making me crazy. I believe you, I know you can't. I am the one at fault here, I shouldn't have nagged my sister. Christy, stay at home, for now, you will get hurt if you stay here. I can't watch that anymore." 💥💥💥 "Ma, you don't look good," Monica said as soon as Daniel stepmom came back. "I will stay here, so please get some rest, if you keep stressing yourself you will get sick." "I am sure you are angry beyond words, my heart also feels like I am stabbed, although I didn't give birth to her, she is just like my real daughter. I will never forgive the person that did this! Never!" Daniel ste

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.

He rolled his eyes, with displeasure smile in this news. “Don’t tell me, you’re going to lose against Joeff? We all know that he’s so unfortunate all throughout his life.” No wonder, this is my stepmom speaking. Her she goes…my devil like stepmom, hiding in her scripted kindness when my father is around. I guess stepmothers really act this way. Just like in any other fairy tale… “Mom, that’s the reason why he already won. This is the advantage of my big bro! He’s so good in keeping secrets!” Jean said.

“I don’t want her! I have Fiona, Jamie, and Mrs. Duncan. I don’t want a stepmom. Sob…” “She’s not going to be like the bad stepmoms in those fairy tales. She’ll be nice to you.” “I don’t want her! I don’t want her!” Rachel cried. “They’re only nice to me because you have money. If you suddenly died, they would take all the money and throw me away.” Cameron chuckled. “They won’t throw you away, and I’m not going to die anytime soon.” “I still don’t want a stepmom.”

My guy friends and I want to show coach how determined we are to make the win this weekend. “Hey,” I hear my stepmom’s voice from down the wide hallway. She has just come out of her room. “Did Roxy get home alright? I haven’t seen her yet,” she says. My stepmom is a good-looking woman, with golden hair that she wears in a bob cut to her shoulders and a slender body from all the Pilates she does. I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, the brat is in her room.” “Don’t talk about Roxy like that. Honestly, when are you two going to start getting along?”

he deadpanned. "That doesn't give you the right to torture her" I said in a monotone. "Don't be fucking sentimental Stephano! is that how I raised you to be?? Are you seriously getting soft already!" he yelled angrily. My stepmom flinched at my father's sudden anger and raised in his tune. "This isn't about getting soft," I replied in a monotone. "Then tell me, what the fuck is this?" he demanded. "That's your fucking daughter! you very own daughter!!" I yelled exasperatedly.

"Momo, you ungrateful little fellow! Although you are her baby, I've spent more time raising you than she ever did. It's okay if you don't kiss me, but you don't have to show off your love in front of me." Karen sat beside Faye with her arms around her and said proudly, "Momo is a smart girl. She knows who her real mother is and who her stepmother is." "I'm the stepmother?" Faye threw the iPad away and held on to Karen menacingly. "Little girl, be careful. I will poison your 'daughter'." Karen hadn't even said anything, but Momo began to bark, expressing her dissatisfaction at Faye's words. Seeing such an adorable Momo, Karen was very amused. She lifted her hand and rubbed Momo's face. "My '