Step Mom From Parent Trap Novels & Stories

She stammered and swallowed hard with her eyes looking at him so cautiously, she muttered pleadingly, “Please, stop.. Don't come any closer. I am your stepmom!” Corban chuckled then trapped her in the middle of his arms and traced her face with his lips. He blew air on her skin to her ear and let out his tongue to lick the tip of her ear before whispering in his sexy hoarse voice, “You know? That makes it more kinky, stepmum.” Stepmum shivered from the cold air and also his voice that made her tummy flip. She closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth before regaining her sanity, she clenched her fist hard and looked at him boldly.

Greg asked, cackling. "It's just my annoying stepmom," I said still irritated. "Ahh the evil stepmother," Rory said in an overly dramatic voice, attracting laughter from the guys. "What'd she do now?" Adrian asked, watching me carefully. I took a drag from my cigarette. "She's obviously out to render my dad bankrupt. But he's too blind to see it, so I'm keeping track of her movements to catch her red-handed." Greg gave me a confused look. "How are you so sure she's out plotting something? You just hate her that's all. Don't let it get to you, bro." He gave me a pat on the shoulder.

“Tris—“ my mom’s yelling was cut short when the door finally opened. My breath caught in my throat when a very familiar man stepped out of the house. Was this the husband? My mom walked over to him with a big grin. “Tristan, this is Nicole, my daughter. Nikky, this is Tristan, your stepfather.” I blinked. That was my stepfather? The same man who had fucked me two months ago that I couldn’t seem to forget was my new stepfather??? Was this a joke?

CHAPTER 1: GRINDING AGAINST DADDY JOANNA POV I knew this was the absolute worst thing I could do—betraying my own mother—but the throbbing ache between my thighs drowned out every rational voice screaming for me to stop. I couldn't help it; I pressed back harder, grinding my ass slowly, deliberately, against the rigid heat of my stepdad's cock like some desperate slut. I lay on my side, facing away from Mom, with Knox right behind me. The three of us were squeezed into one big family tent on this stupid camping trip Mom had planned for “quality time.”

"I know that it is none of my business, but I just wanted to know if you went to see my daughter in the moonlight pack; that is the only reason why I am asking." "His eyes narrowed before he answered me. Yes, I went to see her; how did you know that she was there?" "I overheard Clayton and my father talking." "Listen, Stephan, you have to get her out of there; if you don't do that, she will die. He is going to use her and trap you, then kill her." "I think my father manipulated her; he can do that very well; that is one of his specialties." "If you judge him by appearance alone, you will be making a huge mistake."

I speak and we walk away, mom is also emotional and looks guilty. “He’s the one who should be ashamed for deceiving you, that wretch! I treated him like a son, I can't believe he deceived you! Stephan tricked us all, I wanted to kill him, but no one let me! Know that Dad has already dismissed the unfortunate man from the company and that I have already burned all the photos we had of him, I feel so angry, if she could, Mom would kill the son of a bitch.” Mom says and hugs me again, squeezing me.

My dad told me he was also a late grower. Only got his growth spurt when he was 16. My stepmom’s face changes when she sees my reaction and grabs my neck, cutting off my air supply. “Stop looking at me like that, with the same face as your goddamn father. You will love me, right? You can love me in his place? You need to love me.” She looks crazy. I grab her hand, trying to get myself free but she is too strong. By tiny hands are nothing in comparison to her stronger ones.

In a split second, Grayson's sweat soaked through his clothes. He stammered, "M-Mom, what are you trying to do?" Mom pretended to be confused. "Hmm? Can't you tell?" Grayson's breath hitched, and he swallowed hard. A pool of urine spread out beneath him. Yes, he realized it—and so did I. Without even noticing, my face was already drenched in tears. Oh, Mom… She had orchestrated such an elaborate trap. She had endured agonizing heartache to sign that forgiveness statement and forge the medical records, all to personally execute the monster who murdered her daughter.

I nodded to myself, mentally confirming my plans, and adjusted my robe one more time before heading out to the pack grounds, where the occasion was set to take place. I arrived at the pack grounds and noticed that everywhere had been adorned with glass crystals and roses hung around giving the whole place an exquisite view. I looked around and noticed that the old hag my stepfather was already seated with the council elders. His hair was coiffed back and his face looked more wrinkled and haggard with the bushy smelly beard that covered his face. His cheekbones were saggy and his eyes were sinking into his skull, devoid of life and love. He stood up from his chair and held out his hand as I w

"Stop watching her like a lovesick boy and get rid of her! My father did not fund your political campaign just so you could daydream about your ex-wife. If you don't fix this, he will pull his money before the week is over, and your career will be dead." She turned around and stormed out of the room, slamming the heavy oak door behind her so hard the glass in my cabinets rattled. But Vanessa didn't understand. She couldn't see the bigger picture. This wasn't about love. It was a burning, suffocating need to see Isla fail. I needed to see her crawl back into the shadows where she belonged. To prove she was nothing, I needed to find out exactly what secrets she was trying to dig up on my famil