Step Mom Novels & Stories

"Come on. Let's check if they accidentally removed your brain the last time you were hospitalized." Josie's protests echoed down the hallway. "My brain is just fine! Simon, let me explain. Having a stepmom has three major benefits! First, if Dad gets married, he'll stop nagging us about settling down. "Second, I'll get her to sweet-talk Dad into passing the company down to me. That way, you can keep being a doctor, and I'll finally become the chairwoman. Everyone wins!

I huff, not knowing what else to say right now. "Try me." He says, using a soft fatherly tone to speak. I feel my nerves start to increase, causing me to feel slightly anxious. My stepdad is actually caring about my feelings. My mom never cared and she still doesn't, she says she does but I know she doesn't. My dad never cared for or about me, he wanted to kick me out at fourteen but gladly he didn't. He chose to drink all day with my mom and abuse me emotionally and mentally.

stepdad. I stared at the wall separating our rooms, my breath coming in shallow hitches. I was twenty-one now, back from university for the holidays, but in this house, I was still the "smartest girl in the world" to him. Jordan had married my mom six years ago, stepping into the void my biological father left with a grace that was almost saintly. He was the man who had tied my shoes, the man who drove me to every dance, the man my friends at school whispered about with envious sighs.

“Andre is his son, isn’t he?” The question was calm. It was not accusing and they was no anger in the question, just understanding. Tears stung my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. Catherine nodded. “I thought so.” “You’re not angry?” I asked “Why would I be?” She answered “Because Mason is technically my step brother.” I continued Catherine sighed softly. “Step brother by law,” she said, “not by blood.” “But people will talk.” She continued “People always talk.” Her eyes softened.

“Your mum and I have been waiting for you…” “Stepmom.” He corrects with a sharp but defined tone. I pause, my pulse shoots up, heart pounds heavily in my chest. I know what this is, he’s only trying to establish our relationship so I know it's not entirely taboo when he fucks me. His stepmom. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Jeremy cautions him, mistaking his words for rudeness when in the actual sense, he’s the clueless one. Max joins us, settling for the seat between his dad and me, and we eat in silence. A few times, Jeremy tries to make jokes to ease the tense atmosphere.

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.

I was dripping. Mom sighed, pouring coffee. “Your stepdad had too much last night. Men and their get-togethers.” She kissed my forehead. “I just want us to be a complete family, sweetie. A real family.” But what she didn’t know was even with my step daddy in the picture, her constant absence in my life still made us an incomplete family. She mentioned my stepdad, it only made my pussy wetter. “I know, Mom. You’ve done everything for me.” My voice was sweet, likeable, hiding the storm I was brewing.

SOPHIA The laptop screen glowed in the dim cabin light, my mother’s face smiling at me with a warmth that now felt utterly perverse. Cain’s father — my stepfather — sat beside her, his hand resting casually on her thigh. They looked… proud. “Sweetheart, don’t look so shocked,” Mom said softly, her voice carrying that same gentle tone she used when I was a child. “We saw how you looked at Cain from the very first family dinner. We knew you needed someone strong enough to handle you. To *own* you.”

"Please, Sarah. I need to cum so bad. I have been good. I confessed everything." She laughed softly and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head up. "Good? You have been spying on me for months, stealing my dirty panties, licking them like a dog. You are a filthy stepson freak, and freaks get edged until they break." She pulled her sports bra up and off, letting her heavy tits spill free. Her dark nipples were hard and begging to be sucked. She stepped closer and smothered my face between them. "Suck on stepmom's tits while I stroke you again. But remember, no cumming."

teasing her stepmom. “Haha! You’re a bad mom. I don’t think of him as just an uncle. He is older than me. And one more thing, he is also my mentor. When I was empty, he taught me how to be stable in life, of course, with your support. You have been my inspiration to rise in life.” Jean said sadly. “I understand you, son. I’m just fooling you because you’re so serious. I noticed earlier while you were looking at a picture.” Said her mother.