Step Mom Novels & Stories

"My son, you still haven't forgotten about our past . I turned to look at the man whom I had begged for his love. All I wanted was to be called his son but he told me to my face that I could never be his son. That was just a Mistake . "So the mistake is now a son right "you never really seem to amaze me old man. I saw my step mom trying to say a word but my dad instructed her to kept quiet and she did .

Stepmom shot back, glaring at them. I turned to her, my eyes burning with frustration. “Ma, with all due respect, don’t slap me again. What is it this time? What do you and your children really want from me? You’ve already ruined my life, so please, just leave me alone!” I shouted, my voice shaking with anger. “Oh, I see! Greater now has the courage to talk back to me, eh? You think you’re growing wings to fly, but before you take off, I’ll rip those wings right off!” she sneered.

My dad even tried multiple times to force my mom to get an abortion, but she refused. His attitude toward her just got colder and colder. The staff followed his lead. They were still polite to me, but they treated my mom with increasing disrespect. Then one day, Megan mopped the floor and deliberately poured extra detergent everywhere, causing my mom to slip and fall. She lost the baby. After that, my mom’s health, already fragile, went downhill fast. She never recovered. Seeing her in that state, my dad sneered and said, “You look half-dead. It’s disgusting,” before abandoning her entirely.

she stuttered. “Come home right now; there's some very vital information for you,” her stepmom said over the phone and hung up immediately.

“I think of you as a friend, but you want to be my mom?” I quickly shook my head. “No, no, I already have two babies. I don’t have enough motherly love to go around. Let’s just stay friends.” Then, I tilted my head and looked at her. “If you like me so much, why don’t you want me to be your stepmom?” “Stepmoms are always bad. Besides, I already have a mom. She’s in heaven.” She pointed at the sky. I was caught off guard. Just yesterday, Cameron had talked about finding Rachel a new mom. It looked like that was going to be tough.

Mr Kim couldn't hide his curiosity as well. “She is my dad's first love, but my mother drugged him and had me,” he smiled and did a little dramatic twirl, “but when my Stepmom tried to confront her, she burnt her with hot oil and that's why she has to color her face like that. My step mom used to be a children's doctor, but she had to give it up since her face scared the children. But I don't have to go to the hospital when I'm sick, thanks to that,” he finished his gossip just in time for the couple to return with tear stained red faces.

Ashton's POV. Stepmom? That’s a big term. I never really considered Kira, or any of Mr. Jones's numerous women, as my stepmom. I accepted the fact that I have step-siblings, whom I don’t get along with much, but stepmoms? Nah, that’s too much. She must have said those words to piss me off or to actually think of herself as my stepmom. Hilarious. Everything that happened was amusing, silly, wild, and super crazy, but no matter how hard I try to deny it, I can’t. Fucking her was the best. She’s the first woman to drive me to insanity when it comes to sex, matching my energy with raw energy.

She stabbed angrily at her steak. “I tried so hard to let my stepfather be enough, and as much as he tried to be, there was still a void. He was so good to me. He did everything he could to make me feel like my world was complete. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of hours I spent curled up on his lap, bawling my eyes out, because I missed a man that I had never met. All he did was stroke my hair and listen to me. When I finally calmed down, he hugged me, tucked me into bed, and then brought me the best fucking hot cocoa imaginable. He was literally the best.” “I’m glad you had someone to support you. I can’t even imagine how tough it was for you,” I murmured.

My guy friends and I want to show coach how determined we are to make the win this weekend. “Hey,” I hear my stepmom’s voice from down the wide hallway. She has just come out of her room. “Did Roxy get home alright? I haven’t seen her yet,” she says. My stepmom is a good-looking woman, with golden hair that she wears in a bob cut to her shoulders and a slender body from all the Pilates she does. I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, the brat is in her room.” “Don’t talk about Roxy like that. Honestly, when are you two going to start getting along?”

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.