Step Mom Caught Me Novels & Stories

The cycle of hurt runs deep, and perhaps, just perhaps, I can find a way to break it. “I have some things I need to finish before school tomorrow,” I say and move to walk past her, but she grabs my arm hard. “We’re not done here.” She hisses at me. Her hand squeezes tighter and I start to feel a whole new kind of warmth. See, it wasn’t just my dad and me who gained an ability. My stepmom did too, and hers was the ability to burn anything she touched if she wanted…including me.

"I saw my stepfather kill my mom. I was about five when it happened." I felt her body stiffen and she tried lifting her head to look at me but I held her in place. "He'd been in jail, she'd help put him there. He was caught molesting a kid or some shit and wanted her to keep it hush-hush but she called the authorities."

Stepmom said, a glint of triumph in her eyes as she made her way to the foot of the stairs. In a breath, she told her father all that had happened. “Can't you see what I keep telling you?” She yelled. “Lunaria is nothing but a troublemaker.” She added with a huff. “From your tale, I see nothing that would warrant that reaction from Henry,” Father said, walking towards us. “You're a man, instead of yelling and yelping around like a lady, you should have opted for a dialogue.” He said, placing his hand on Henry’s shoulder before he proceeded to give it apart.

My heart was pounding, did he catch me staring? “I have an emergency.” He interrupted my train of thoughts and it dawned that he simply asked to be excused, not question my gaze. “Just so you know, this conversation isn’t over.” He laughed and tapped my shoulder before he grabbed his phone and dashed out. Alone with my half-naked stepmom and a cock harder than rock, I damned the consequences and pushed my chair backward. Perhaps she needed me to breed her… Otherwise, why would she remain in one spot, bouncing her exposed ass in my view?

Tyler POV When my dad told me that he was marrying, I thought he would marry a woman his age or something but it was a shocker to me to see a pretty girl in her twenties as his wife, with golden-blonde long hair, and blue eyes, slim curvy body, so gorgeous "Wait, am I checking my stepmom out?" I groaned as I entered my room, not to lie to myself, why I was checking her out was because she's my type, just like I want them, curvy slim, gorgeous, good, and perfect "Fuck, how on Earth did I have the same type with my dad?" I muttered in a frustrated tone.

“Did it say what he wanted?” The first person my mind went to again was the rogue girl, only God knows what she has done this time. Thinking of it now, everything that has been happening to me from the very moment I arrested her. I looked around to see a confused-looking Simeon standing outside the crowd. Then just as the noise started, it went down only to see that my evil stepmom just walked in with her son and entourage. She didn't look happy like the others and her expression was blank. Though she did try to fake a smile on one or two occasions.

Summoning all the courage I had left, I looked into her eyes and said, "You may think you've broken me, but you're wrong. Someday I will be truely happy and I won't be under your wickedness anymore." Just as the stick descended, a loud knock sounded on the door, both of us stopped and freezed. A voice called out from the other side, "Is everything alright in there? I heard a voice shouting and some commotions” My stepmother's eyes darted towards the door, and I seized the opportunity to break free from her grasp. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I rushed to the door and threw it open, revealing my father's drunken face as he stood there with a worried expression on his face.

She left me there in the rain, to die. How did this day ended up so badly? This morning, my stepdad tried to molest me before I went to school. My mother had left the house earlier to do her cashier job at the supermarket. I was left alone in the house with my drunken stepdad. He was drinking last night.

He was her stepfather, one who her mother was married to before the cold hands of death took her away. Sarah had been attracted to him ever since she set her eyes on him in a TV show’s interview. Her eyes traced him as he exchanged greetings with his powerful guests, and she suddenly felt a pull of moisture between her legs. She was already horny for her late mother's husband or ex-husband because she was now late. Her mission tonight was to get in his bed and have him fuck her recklessly, just like she had always fantasized. She bit her lips as she felt the moisture leak onto her pants, her hand moving up to curb her long, black, fluffy hair to her neck. Just then, their eyes met, and he sm

Chelsea Breakfast was one hell of an exciting affair for everyone except me. I didn't mean to, but the moment I stepped out and saw him, my countenance changed. I hoped my step mom would not notice that the smile I flashed her as I took my place next to her was a bogus one. My step brother, Aldrich had prepared breakfast and he was all smiles. His eyes found mine and I looked away. "Good morning, Auntie Naomi. Good morning, dad.", I greeted with my eyes on my plate. Dad nodded as his mouth was stuffed with food and auntie Naomi patted my hair.