Real Step Mom Novels & Stories

Just when I was about to walk out of my office Mom walked in with a long face. “Mom?" I wondered what could have happened when she placed her phone in my face. On the screen was a live video of Rhea in a club busy smoking while bragging about soon marrying me. “Is this what you're expecting me to accept?" Mom asked. “No I…I honestly don't know what to say right now. I've never seen her doing all these things Mom Rhea is—" "Will you get to her before I do?” Mom cut me off and then walked out of my office.

"Mom, that . . . ahh dress was not really made for bending over you know. Sorry I mean . . ." "Oh sweetie don't worry about it I am not an old prude like Gloria you know." Gloria is his step mom and she was an old prude . . . rather the opposite of his real mother. In fact, he doubted if there were two women more opposite in the whole world than his mother and step mother.

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?”

On the day of the topping-out ceremony for the resettlement housing, my mother, Diana Knowles, insists on reporting me to the authorities for shoddy workmanship. It's all because my cousin, Marco Sanford, went to play at the construction site, stepped into the freshly set cement, and scraped his knee. "You think you're so great just because you built a couple of buildings?" Mom screams at me. "I can't just stand by and watch you put the whole town in danger just to make millions of dollars by pocketing the difference!" Marco clutches his bandage and explains quietly, "It's all my fault for climbing over the fence to play there, Aunt Diana. The construction workers even tried to stop me.

“And things were so good before! I read to them every night. I planned most of the festival with them in mind, hoping I could give them a fun time. They’re pretty sheltered.” “Why is that?” Mom asked. “Well… I guess Ford is worried they’ll get hurt. It’s not my job to judge his parenting.” “But you are judging it, right?” Dad smirked at me. I laughed, “just a bit. Or a lot. I would do things differently, but it's not my decision." “Well, if you two mark each other, it might change things, won’t it? It sounds like you would treat these kids like your own. Be their stepmom. So, you’d get a say?” Forrest asked.

Alfred's eyes widened in confusion. "Am I going back to Dad, Mom?" His mother looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "Yes, sweetheart. This is just a temporary exchange. I promise you, Biden won't harm you in any way. It's so I can get Andrei back." Alfred blinked hard, his little chin trembling. "Okay, Mom," he whispered. Trying to lighten the mood, Asa playfully nudged Alfred's shoulder. "Ready to go?" she asked with a brave smile.

"I totally overperformed this time. I put Silvercrest University's finance program as my first choice. My dad said it'll help me a lot in the future." "Damn, I barely made the cutoff and applied for Verdant University's computer science program. I'm praying I don't get bumped down. That's my dream school." "You guys are all insane. I'm the only one who applied to a local teachers' university. My mom said girls should stay close to home, become teachers after graduation, get a government position, and have a nest egg." The conversation bounced back and forth around the table. All the while, Aaron sat there smiling faintly, lightly tapping the table with his fingers, completely confident in hi

teasing her stepmom. “Haha! You’re a bad mom. I don’t think of him as just an uncle. He is older than me. And one more thing, he is also my mentor. When I was empty, he taught me how to be stable in life, of course, with your support. You have been my inspiration to rise in life.” Jean said sadly. “I understand you, son. I’m just fooling you because you’re so serious. I noticed earlier while you were looking at a picture.” Said her mother.

and I bolted out the door, ignoring Mom's "Don't you walk away again! You better stay here tonight!" “You guys are so fake. I can't even run away even if I wanted to. The media and everyone is on my head so of course I gotta stay here. Are you guys even my real parents.” “ I carried you and your sister for eight full fucking months, you ungrateful slut, now talking about real parents.” mom replied.

And by the way… you can call me mom from now on, my dear. ''Really?'' I focused my cold gaze to her with a raised brow, the corner of my mouth curved into a smirk. ‘‘Are you sure, mommy?’’ ‘‘Of course, sweetheart!’’ she said, hurrying forward and grabbed my hand. ‘‘We are family, Celestine... Although I’m your stepmother, I can treat you like my own daughter just like how I am treating your sister…’’ What's her drama this time? I couldn't help but chuckle as I wrenched my hand away from her grip. ‘‘I apologize, but I don’t need another mother. I only have one mother and her name is Sandra…’’