Real Step Mom Novels & Stories

But none of them—none—compare to the walking wet dream I call stepmom. Reagan Hart, thirty-eight, blonde, built like a fertility goddess on steroids: H-cup tits that defy gravity even when they’re leaking, waist nipped in like an hourglass, hips wide enough to birth a linebacker, and an ass so fat and juicy I’ve jerked off to the thought of clapping those cheeks until they’re bruised purple. Dad’s been “on business” in Singapore for three weeks, and every night I hear the squelch-squelch-squelch from the basement.

"I hate my old mommy. She's not my family anymore. Mommy Erica is my real mom now." The words were perfect. Devastating. Exactly what I needed. "There you have it," I said, turning the camera back to myself. "Straight from the children who know the truth. Melanie Sterling was never a real mother to these kids, just a paid employee who got too attached. Now we're finally a real family again." I smiled warmly. "Thanks for all your support during this difficult time. Love you all!" I ended the recording, my hands shaking with excitement. "Can we go play now?" Betty asked, tears streaming down her face.

Adrian asked, "Mom, you'll still come home at night, right?" Rhea closed her eyes, letting her tears fall freely. "I will." "Yay!" Rhea wished she could steel herself and let go of her feelings for the two kids immediately and decisively. But even though it was hard, she had to do it. Carter was right. She was just the stepmother. Lauren was back now. So, she should step aside. … That afternoon, Rhea's mood was heavy. She napped for two hours.

Oh how much I missed her this past few days even though we've been talking on phone, I still missed her. " I see you've met your grand kids?. "Yes dear, and they are so adorable. You know Damien is so handsome I won't be surprised when we start having girls lined up our doors and Lisa she's already a beauty, and Emma, that munchkin is going to be a real beauty when she grows up. She rambled. Damien and Lisa who were standing behind her gave a shy smile. "Mum, You know they are behind you right?. "So? it's the truth. And people there's my mum always so straight forward.

Hearing that my son was dating an A-list pop star, I intentionally put on a pair of comfortable, casual clothes to visit him on set. The moment her livestream began, Janice Swanson's eyes landed on my old-fashioned outfit and the battered thermos in my hand. Pure contempt flashed across her face. The live chat erupted into a frenzy. [Where did this redneck lady come from? Did she wander onto the wrong set?] [She looks so cheap. Are those clothes from a bargain bin?] [Is this one of those relatives who shows up looking for a handout?] Janice covered her mouth and gave a light, knowing laugh, putting on an air of generosity. "Come on, guys. She's just one of Brandon's distant relatives.

“The decision depends on you liking it, sweetheart. We want you comfortable when you come home.” Stepdad nods, but his eyes linger on the way my shirt clings to my curves. “Take your time, princess. We’ll make it work.” The female realtor—Ms. Elena, late twenties, sharp suit hugging her hips—smiles too sweetly. “Why don’t I show her the master bathroom? Sometimes it helps to really… feel the space.” Mom’s phone buzzes. “Oh, that’s my Zoom. Marcus, come with me to the car? It’s the contractor.” She hurries out, Stepdad following after one last glance at me.

A few days after I caught Rena coming out of the restroom with Matthew, it was hard to get close or trust her again. My thesis trial was over, other campus affairs were done, it was just a matter of finishing my internship at one of the private companies-not owned by my step-grandfather. Yeah, step-grandfather. Kea's mom is not my real mom, she's my stepmom. I only came into my papa's family when my real mother died when I was about ten years old. I don't really remember.

Mom froze, as did Arnold. The crowd of onlookers fell into a stunned silence. "What's the matter? You think that's too little?" I looked down at them condescendingly. "Mom, you're the one who taught me that if you want something, you have to earn it. There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. "And Arnold—don't just stand there. You can scrub the tires. I'll give you a dollar per tire. But if they aren't spotless, you don't get paid."

'Stop,' Selene giggled, swatting his chest half-heartedly, but she pressed into him, her body molding to his. Aurelia sat frozen, traumatized by the display. Her soon-to-be stepdad groping her mom like she wasn't even there? Jealousy twisted in her gut, sharp and irrational. She forced words out, voice strained. 'Morning, Mom.' She shoved back from the table, plate clattering, and bolted for the exit. 'Mom, I'm with one of your car keys!' she called over her shoulder, slamming the door behind her without waiting for a reply. The cool morning air hit her face, grounding her as she hurried to the garage.

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.