Novel & Cerita Step Mom Stories

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"

Damien sighed and pulled a chair closer, settling in beside her. “One morning, when I was younger, my mom and I woke up to find two strangers in our house. My dad said they were his late best friend’s wife and son. He told us it was his friend’s dying wish for him to take care of them. Thinking it was just a kind gesture, my mom agreed.” He paused and clenched his jaw. "You know what... I shouldn't go deep into that... Just know that, his friend’s wife became my stepmother." He laughed softly but bitterly.

I barely got time for myself, unless I went to Euphoria. Everything and everyone was moving so fast and the bags underneath my eyes were getting worse. I needed sleep. I made my way upstairs before I heard an argument of some sort. I turned back and it was my stepmom and…that lady! "So you think you can just come into my house and say you're pregnant and then we'll throw money at you?" She was irritated, "Girls like you are always after rich men so you can steal their wealth." "Look, I don't care what you call me, I'm pregnant for your son and that's all that matters."

I was determined to never make her feel this way again, and I would do anything to ease her current hurt. “But how do you know? People lie, Mama Naomi,” she sniffled. Fuck! What in the hell had this ‘Edith’ woman done to her and how could I show her that I meant what I said? Fuck! “Can I tell you a story about Daddy Rip, sweetie?” Naomi asked her. “Yes, I love stories,” Becky answered eagerly, instantly in a better mood. Noted. I was going to have to get really good at coming up with stories on the spot if it made my little princess happier.

James said, and he cuddles her, “My stepmom sold me to a baby factory when I was nineteen years old, two years later, I was resold to another Mafia, and his son Impregnated me, but I later escaped with the pregnancy because I realized that my life might be In danger If I continue to live In the farm, his fiancee might kill me because she has made attempt to kill me several times,

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.

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.

When I was ten years old, my father, a corporate executive, died from overwork. With his inheritance and compensation payout, Mom married a man 12 years younger than her. From that moment on, the steak and ribs I used to love always ended up on his plate. All that was left for me was his leftover soup. I tried to cuddle up to Mom the way I used to. "You're giving all the good food to Winston, Mom. What if I don't get enough nutrition?"

“This is dangerous, Elara. But if you want to explore… we’ll go slow, on your terms.” I nodded, resting my head on his chest, feeling a strange sense of safety mixed with excitement. “I do want it, both of you. I’m tired of playing it safe.” **** The next morning at breakfast, Mom was her usual cheerful self, completely unaware of the undercurrents. She chatted about a upcoming gala, how happy she was to have a “full family” now. Her words pinched a little, but not enough to stop me. I was still processing my breakup, still angry at my ex for making me feel worthless, but these brothers were helping me heal in the most addictive way possible.

But she had not gotten the chance to take any extra steps before the sight of the man before her almost made her slump; she tripped and almost fell. "Oh, take it easy, darling.” Her mother said, going over to stand near her with a hand on her shoulder. "These stairs of ours are so slippery, Adrian.” Her mom remarked, casually turning to the visitor before she continued. "Anyway, Scarlett, darling, I’ve got someone special to introduce to you. I told you about him some time ago, but finally, you’ll get to know yourselves today." "Meet Adrian Hartfield, the manager of Disco and Divas Club, my lover, and your soon-to-be stepfather." She said, beaming with smiles.