Real Stepmom Stories Novels & Stories

Mom laughed as my cock began to grow in her hand. The rest of the week mom got her revenge on dad with a vengeance. She had six customers visit her in the motel room on Monday and Jerry and eight of his friends were entertained by her at a poker party on Tuesday. Wednesday she didn't feel like leaving the house so we stayed in and she reduced me to ruin. Thursday she had five customers at the motel (not counting Jerry - twice). I was beginning to see the wisdom of Jerry's advice and I switched to soda water, with a twist of lime, before I became an alcoholic. Mom was busy working in room 116 when Jerry came up to me, leaned on the bar and said, "What's it going to take for me to land your mo

Keona held her cheek, “See what I said, minions, they came to your defense immediately, and Eveline, don’t you dare call my pregnancy unwanted when none of you know the feeling of being a mom.” “I know the feeling,” I answered. Keona snickered, “I’m not talking about being a stepmom, I’m talking about being a real mom.” A lot of people have said that, and I never cared, but hearing it from Keona’s mouth sounds like a sharp slap on the cheek. “Keona!!” Both Eveline and Hayes yelled at the same time.

I whispered in her ear. "Well, if you must know, that night my mom and I were returning from the market very late because we usually return very late, and we found him lying unconscious in the bushes. My mom insisted we take him home, which I bluntly refused. But after much discussion between my mom and me, we decided to take him home. We managed—like we struggled. Imagine carrying a full-grown man! We finally got him home; my mom nurtured him for days. After two months, he regained consciousness, but he didn't have his memory. He kept asking questions we had no answers to. He stayed with us for three years without regaining his memory. Somehow, they got into a romantic relationship, and the

I bought a house, got a cat, learned to invest, and finally bought the clothes I liked. I thought I had completely cut myself off from my family. However, ten years later, an unknown number shattered my peace. "Emily, it's me, Arnold. Mom had a stroke and is still in the ICU. The doctor says we need a hundred thousand dollars. Emily, you know I'm not working, and Mom put all the family's savings into some investment that went bust." "I see," I replied flatly. "'I see'? That's all you have to say? She's our mother! Do you have any conscience at all?"

Lol. It all started when I was 19. It's just me and my stepmom living together in our new house we just had built out in the country. It was a normal household and we had the normal things around the house as in the sexual p**n stuff. Lol. My stepmom would always go in my room and try and find where I had my p**n and she would take them for herself and I thought it was pretty sexy. Just thinking about my stepmom watching my p**n and fingering herself turns me on. We both worked almost every day and hardly seen each other. Whenever we did get to see each other is wasn't long cause my stepmom sleeps a lot when she's off work. Usually, she would always be walking around the house with just a t-

It was the same physiological reaction I'd had when I was conned. I pressed my lips together and let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Didn't you say getting scammed just proved I was stupid? Fine, I accept that. But now that I've used the exact same method to get my money back, you can't really blame me, can you? Tell me, Mom. Am I smart enough now?" With every single word I spoke, her trembling grew worse until her legs finally gave out, and she collapsed on the floor. Still clutching at straws, she desperately unlocked her phone and hit the voice call button.

He said, and I exhaled, taking a step closer to him. “I hope I’m getting it right.” He chuckled and started over again, and I helped. Mom and I used to make them in our square kitchen while playing some music over the phone, we talked, and laughed. This moment brought some memories that made me smile and Alpha West caught it. “You remember something?” “My mom and I used to make this…” “So she was a single mom for how long?” “Ten years. We were all we’ve got.” I said with a small smile.

"Mom, please, don't do it! I'm scared! I'm really scared!" I had always been afraid of water. Back then, whenever Esther or Emily misbehaved, Mom would dunk my head underwater over and over again, while Esther and Emily were forced to watch. If they didn't apologize and promise to obey Mom forever, she would continue dunking my head underwater until they did. Mom had ignored all of my pleas and cries for help and instead turned on a livestream, making a live bet with the netizens to see if Esther would give up on her dream college just to save my life.

* * * Mom is so eager to film her new reality, "Does a Slut Live Here?" It's a brilliant idea where she and Dad go from door to door and fucking horny housewives and their nubile daughters. That was the real reason for the trip, and why they had to bring both their sex slaves along to be the camerasluts. Mom is so wet for it. She loves watching Dad fuck other women, the naughty cuckqueen. She gets so off on it, and the idea he can fuck other men's wives and daughters to find out if a slut lived there made her even hotter.

"I just wanted Ms. Sulvan to be part of our family! "Ms. Sulvan is so nice, not like Mom, who wears those old pajamas every day with messy hair and doesn't look good at all! All my classmates laugh at me and say my mom looks like a maid!"