Step Mom Novels & Stories

her stepmom pleaded. "No, please don't apologize mum, come inside!" She ushered them in happily. She was glad that she hadn't lost her family as she thought earlier. Her step parents came into her little room and her stepmom sat on the bed, while her step dad sat on the plastic chair in her room. "Look who has become a big boy," her stepmom played with Aidan, softly pinching his chubby cheeks, then she turned back to Crystal. "Listen Crystal, it's no secret that we don't have much, but we want to assist you in every way we can, that's why we have decided to loan you some money from our business," her step mother said.

I have been getting calls from influencers all over the world to attend the empire summit gala tomorrow as a date. The door clicks open and Barbara, my step-mother walks in, dressed in her Camel max mara coat, her thick blonde hair wrapped into a bun, her stilettos click on the marble floor as she makes her way over to me. “Devon,” She says brightly, “You have been ignoring my calls for the past few days, why?” I open my notebook, pressing my pen. “I didn’t realize that talking to you gratifies our relationship,” “Oh, come on. Don’t be like that, Devon. I am your moth- step-mother,” She corrects herself; “I love you.”

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes locked onto the PA's face, eager to hear the rest of the story. The PA's expression turned somber, his eyes clouding over as he delved into the past. "That time, your stepmother was your mother's PA," he began, his voice low and measured. "We never knew she had fallen in love with your dad. So, she went to tell your mother's ex about how your dad used to care for her."

She said, as ever, politely as she could, with a small smile tugging her lips. The waiter left, and Sarah returned her attention to the celebrant. The much older but hot multi-billionaire Vincent Laurent, whom they had all gathered here tonight to celebrate his 42nd birthday. He was the same man who had haunted her thoughts for the past three years and under whose care she had been left alone since a year after her mother’s death. He was her stepfather, one who her mother was married to before the cold hands of death took her away.

"Stepmother? What stepmother?" "She's the woman who came with you to the parent-child competition last time! Everyone knows she's not your mom. She's your dad's girlfriend!" "Your real mom doesn't want you, and your stepmom's nothing but a mistress! How pathetic!" "Yeah! Terence, you'll be a mistress' kid soon! Hahaha, that's so lame!" In a child's world, money and family background counted for nothing. They operated under their own code. Those who didn't conform and stood apart were destined to be picked on.

I told her. He looked at them and they quickly shook their head. Mom is their stepmother which is supposed to be a problem for them. Most stepsons usually disrespect their stepmothers but against the respect her like a mother since she has been with them for so long. Of course she also forgot me in the process because she got better children that she never asked for.

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

"I wanted to get you alone for a moment. I know I’m practically part of the family already, but I wanted to ask for your blessing. Formally." I blink, stunned. "My blessing?" "Yes," she says with a sincere, wide-eyed smile. "You’re the mistress of this house now. You’re Ethan’s stepmother. It’s important to me that you approve of our union. I want us to be more than just in-laws, Zora. I want us to be friends. The Reynolds wives... we have to stick together, don't we?" The guilt hits me like a physical blow to the stomach. Here she is, offering me sisterhood and respect, while I spent the last hour trying not to climax in front of her.

When I came downstairs from my bedroom to the kitchen She was already leaning over a counter with her round ass facing the doorway when I entered with loud footsteps. As I looked at my stepmom she seemed to have the same idea because she was wearing the same pink fluffy robe she wore yesterday. The same tight bun crowned her head as two long steel needles poked through them in the shape of a cross. I made out her tight face that conveyed her comforting sense of adopted paternal love mixed with the wise experience aged on her porcelain white face.

The usual problem for kids of divorced parents is their mom or dad's new partner, right? The evil step-mom, that mean old lady who stole your dad from your mom and broke up your family. That's what I heard a lot of the other kids complaining about. They'd say things like, “My dad's new girlfriend is such a bitch!” or “I wish he never met her!”