Step Mom Caught Me Novels & Stories

I stand and walk up the stairs towards her room and she is standing by the gate. “Hey baby. You thirsty?” I ask her, cooing as she rubs her eyes, nodding her bedhead. I pick her up and carry her down the stairs. “Momma, daddy I would like you both to meet a very sleepy Rebel Carlotta Moretti.” I say and they both look at her and she looks at them. My mom has tears streaming down her face, and so does my dad.

How would we-? I paused on seeing Mitchell pull her black overall up, swallowing hard and took a step back, already bracing myself to fight only for her to bring out a book. A large book and shove it in my hands. “I know you and the alpha are planning something but whatever it is, I’m sure this here will help you tremendously.” She says quietly, hands shaking as she spoke. “I can’t stay here long and have to go now but know. I don’t care what happens to my father but my mom and I, have to be safe” she says and paused, eyes filled with uncertainty and doubt.

“Right there. Fuck. Right on my clit. You are going to make me come on your pussy.” “Come then. Soak me. I want it running down my thighs when I leave this room.” I shifted my weight without thinking about it. My foot caught the edge of the doorframe and my whole body twisted so I would not fall through the crack. The floorboard gave a short ugly creak. Everything stopped. My stepmom’s head turned toward the door. Her eyes found the strip of light. Found me standing there with my dick hard in my pants and my mouth open.

My dad had me pinned down. My mom had lost it again, muttering over and over, "Drink it. If you drink it, my Victor will come back." She scooped up another bowl of soup and tried to force it into my mouth. I gathered all my strength into my foot and stomped hard on my dad's foot. He cried out in pain and loosened his grip. I did not hesitate. I lunged forward and slammed straight into my mom. That was it.

Waiting with me to get my medication. “You got a ride home, kid?” I nodded. “Stepmom’s coming to get me.” She patted my knee. “She’s one of the good ones. You make sure to keep her around.” I shrugged. “If my father stops being an asshole, she might actually stick around.” “What I wouldn't give for five minutes alone with that man.”

During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom. He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him. They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house. Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning. When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.

Since she would not stop, I had to take a bigger step. I waited for a moment when they were standing near each other. I took my phone out of my pocket. I moved to the side and took a picture. I picked an angle that made them look like they were hugging or very close. It looked like they were staring into each other's eyes. I sent the picture to my Mommy right away. I wrote a message with the picture. I said, "Mommy, a woman came here and she will not stop touching Daddy. Mommy, I do not want a stepmother! Please come here and help me make her go away!"

My body dipped forward instantly. “Naomi!” I screamed, grabbing the nearest rope and stick. “Naomiii...help!” She turned around slowly. Too slowly. Her expression changed. Not shocked. Not scared. Blank. Cold. Intentional. She walked toward me until she stood over the hole, staring down at me like she didn’t recognize me from two minutes ago. “Bye, Stepmom.” Her leg nudged my fingers. Just enough. I slipped. My scream ripped through the garden.

“But I brought you some buns. Eat these first so you don’t starve. Please, just hang in there.” The absurdity of it all made me laugh outright. They were unraveling so easily. But as I listened to the exchange, I realized it was time to intervene. If left unchecked, my stepmother would surely escalate the situation. I slipped my feet into my flip-flops and headed toward the door. When I stepped out, I found my stepmother crouched near the locked door, clutching a bag of food. Her face was etched with despair, tears streaking her cheeks. At the sight of me, her expression hardened, transforming into a mask of barely contained rage.

“I-I'm beg-ging y-you, ma'am, please stop” “I won't stop until you work harder and stop being a useless little thing. Scrub the damn floor harder or I swear to disfigure your face untill you become unrecognizable!” My stepmother continue to hit me untill my strength slowly drained. She grabbed me by the arm and shoved my back with much force that I lost my balance. A terrified gasp left my lips as I felt myself falling. I grew oblivious to my surrounding, my vision become blurry and shaky. And just when I thought I would fall and lose consciousness.I felt a pair of strong arm holding me.