Step Mom Novels & Stories

Jerome answered and Stacy placed her hands on the table and placed her head on top of it. "They can be pretty annoying sometimes, haa." Stacy retorted. "Very." Jerome giggled and cut a slice of meat and chewed it. "Um, can we discuss something?" Stacy asked. "Sure, what's that?" Jerome answered, taking a sip of juice. "It's about my Dad and my stepmom," Stacy answered, her facial expressions turning sad. "You mean your witch of a stepmom? If she had made that mistake of slapping you, I promise you. She will spend the night in a cell, no matter how rich she is." Jerome ranted.

"Mom, aren't you too young to consider yourself Uncle Damien's step mom? I mean, he is older than you," "Why do you call me mom if I am too young to be your uncle's step mom?" "Because mom," there was a slight pause on the other end. "You are the only mother figure I have. Ever since you and grandpa Octavio decided to adopt me, you have loved me as a mother is supposed to love her child. You instill values in me that a mother would in her child. It doesn't matter that the age difference between us is just ten. You raised me,"

Josh couldn't help but be jealous of that. Josh looked over at his Step Mom. She was leaning slightly over the table, causing her perfect ass to poke out like she was getting ready to be taken from behind. Her little tits hung down in her light blue t-shirt. The muscles in her arm, strained. His Dad got to be with that woman whenever he wanted. Oh, Josh definitely couldn't help but be jealous of that... Josh felt a hand on his shoulder. His father. Josh's heart seized like his Dad was squeezing it rather than his arm.

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.

After spending a very long time with them, she decided to leave, but Zach's stepmom was not going to let her leave like that. “You can’t leave without having dinner with us.” "Zach's stepmom," said Kayla with a very loud voice from up above. Kayla was not very sure of who she is because the last time she dropped him home, she saw the lady, but she wasn’t sure if she was Zach’s mom, so she looked at Zach for an explanation. “She’s my stepmom.” Kayla opened her eyes wider than normal when she heard what he said. “Good day, ma’am.” Kayla hugged her with a bright smile on her face.Zach didn’t know how to feel about the hug because he and his stepmom aren’t really on good terms.

Naomi Pov I stood still confuse of what he means by stepmom,my mom just died two years ago in a car accident as she was going to work,l could remember that worst day of my life,l was in the sitting room pressing my phone when my dad came back in tears saying that my mom's dead l nearly collapse as my wedding with Grayson was just a week before she died,l felt the pain l have never felt in my entire life,not even Grayson cheat can be compared to the pain of my mom's death, daughter what's botherinhg you,my father startled me,oh my gosh l was lost in thought,my mind came back to what he told me earlier,Dad you replaced my mom even without letting me know,is that how you neglect me,l said stari

Her eyes darted around, never daring to look at Dad. Dad sat beside her like an iron tower, silent, but the pressure he gave off felt like a storm about to break, the atmosphere in the room turning cold. I sat obediently on a small stool, swinging my short legs, even humming a nursery rhyme our kindergarten teacher had just taught us. “What are you singing?” Mary suddenly asked, her voice hoarse. I smiled sweetly at her. “The one my teacher taught us. It’s called My Good Mom.” Mary’s face turned paper-white in an instant.

How could people be so cruel? Lena had grabbed the remote and switched off the tv when I couldn’t help but watch the sick news. “It will fuck you up! Stop watching this shit!” she had shouted at me. “What she said was a lie” A voice booms from the door and I stiffen. Fucking great! It’s my stepmom. Joy. All she bought in my life was misery. She is an influential woman. She often gets her way with dad. Dad loves her, maybe that’s why.

I couldn’t fucking stand her. My stepmom—let’s call her the bitch who ruined everything—was the hottest woman I’d ever seen, and I hated her for it. Those massive, heavy tits that strained against every tight top she wore, that fat ass that jiggled when she walked, those full lips always painted red like she was begging to suck cock. She knew exactly what she was doing, parading around the house like a whore in heat, and now Dad was gone on his stupid week-long trip. Just me and her. Stuck. Alone.

I was just feeling pity about his current situation a moment ago and now he’s the one feeling sad about me. “It’s fine. I’m not even complaining. Wednesday’s a good woman and I think dad’s happy with her.” I explained. I suddenly remembered my mom and I still miss her. “Who’s Wednesday?” Ambrose asked. “My stepmother.” “Oh, right.” “And she’s pregnant too, so I’m not going to be the only child anymore.” “Congratulations on that.”