My Stepmom Caught Me Novels & Stories

“About having you, right this moment, against that fucking fridge.” Oh my goodness. I looked down at his crotch involuntarily and saw that it had hardened. Oh god, no. “This isn’t happening,” I said, walking around the cabinet in the middle to avoid him. “This is never happening, Alex. I’m your stepmom!” “My stepmom has touched my dick before. No big deal. You can touch it again if you want.” He had a mischievous look in his eyes. His eyes had gone darker, smoldering. I knew if I stayed here another minute…

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

I walked to chief and knelt in front him and apologized to him. “Get ready, tomorrow I'll be taking you to my house." He said staring lūstfully at my brēast, licking his lips. I stood up and headed inside the kitchen since, stepmom has denied me access to my personal room. **** Few hours later! Step mum emerged by the door. With a long kobo. “You are here crying while, the chores are left undone huh? Who did you think will do the chores for you?” she questioned with disdin.

I didn't know these people. "Heh, we were just asked to give you a little haircut," one of them sneered. "Your mom said your hair is too long." That "mom" had to be my stepmother. I couldn't believe it—this woman had lost her mind enough to send people to cut my hair off. Someone grabbed my arm, pulling me roughly. I tried to struggle, but couldn't break free from the grip of an adult man. I started screaming, only to be slapped hard across the face.

Something was very wrong, and I could feel it in my bones. She sank into the nearest chair as if her legs could no longer support her weight, and when she looked up at us, I could see unshed tears glistening in her eyes. "My stepmom," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, so quiet we all had to lean in to hear her. "My stepmom... she was caught in a robbery at a convenience store. She was shot." Her voice broke on the last word, and I felt my heart shatter for her. "They've taken her to the hospital, but the doctors don't know if she's going to make it."

We rounded off our activities at the dining table and I walked to my room to check some emails on my system when someone knocked on my door, I was reluctant to open it at first but I opened it anyway. "Hey, how are you?" my stepmom asked I was surprised to see her, it wasn't long we had our breakfast so I expected her to be with my father. "I'm good, you may come in" I suggested and gestured with my hand she walked in and sat on my bed, I felt so uncomfortable but managed to smile and breathe normally to avoid her getting suspicious

Mom sat next to her too on the other side. I tried to maintain my body. I could feel the heat building up in my body as I sat next to her. She was having a huge impact on me. I watched her every move. Her fingers her legs, her hair, everything. I couldn't help but imagine all of her laying beneath me, surrendering to all my needs. I was quickly brought back to earth when my stepmom introduced me to Alyssa as her stepson and apparently she was now Alyssa's stepmom too.

I rounded the house and was about to head to the market when I suddenly came face to face with my stepmother. "What are you doing here?" she screeched. "You know you're not allowed to leave the house without my permission." I froze. I didn't know what to say. I had been caught red-handed.

Dad and my step mum were around here somewhere and I'm consumed by an urgency to share this with the only who understands all it has required. As my ecstatic teammates and I finished shaking hands with the other team, my father reached me, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into a hug that smells and feels like every comfort and encouragement it's taken to get me here. I sunk into it, burying my face in his neck. He pulled away from me and my stepmother came over to hug me. She pulled back far enough to peer up at me, framing my face with her hands. If her watery blue eyes didn't reflect the pride they do, tonight wouldn't mean nearly as much.

my stepmother said in a voice that sounded more like a whisper to her eldest son, Brody. I didn’t understand what they were saying, but the next thing I knew, I had successfully jumped over a trap, when my eldest stepbrother turned around and pushed me in the chest, making me fall back and get caught. I was hurled into the net trap which rose and hung in the air. I shook the net vigorously as tears welled up in my eyes. “Why are you doing this? Let me go!” I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks. They pretended as if they couldn’t hear me and hurried ahead of me.