Step Mom Stuck Novels & Stories

“ You just had to go after Justin.’’ Bethany suddenly spoke as you got up from the sofa and marched towards me with anger. “ he's my everything and you're trying to steal him away from me.’’ Shouting didn't do me any better when she started throwing kicks and punches at me. I tried to block them with my hands hoping that I could protect myself but it didn't help. My stepmother stood there quietly. I could still feel her presence and I could see a shadow cast against the entrance of the door.

I said. " I know but where work the fun be." He said smugly. "Yeah right." I snorted. "Momma, Luca called wanting me to take him. I took him from Alex and he wrapped his arms around my neck. " Yes my baby, you hungry?. I asked and he nodded. We made our way to the mat. I sat Luca on my lap and gave him a sandwich. I gave everyone there's and we soon started eating and conversing after mum made a fuss about Alex not visiting her when he came back. She was really mad at Alex's dad Arturo for not call her when they were back in town. My mum was being dramatic as usual and the father and son had too keep apologizing till she finally gave in. Arturo and I chatted catching up on our lives. I was h

And because she is a workaholic, she brought her work all the way to our so-called trip in spite of the fact that we were supposed to be relaxing and enjoying ourselves. A tall, middle-aged man suddenly approached her when we were at the pool earlier. He introduced himself as Ryan Gonzales and told mom that he intended to purchase a condominium unit, which coincidentally turned out to be one of the units currently listed on mom's pre-selling properties. "Wait a minute, Aki. Just stay put, all right? I'll be back after ten minutes," Mom said before joining Ryan as they walked away together and continued their business talk. I've been here for nearly an hour, waiting for Mom's return. I'm not

She had the kind of presence that could gut a man without raising her voice. And Devon left her. It didn’t make sense, not on the surface. But then, my stepson was never much for surfaces. He played the long game, even when it meant sacrificing things most men would never give up. Still. He must’ve had a reason. But as I glanced at her again, rainwater trickling down the side of her cheek like silver, I couldn’t help but think… it better have been a damned good one. She wasn’t speaking. Just staring out the window, like the trees offended her.

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

Damn, he practically had his hand on his stepmother's bare breast and she didn't stop him. Yet, he still felt embarrassed and like a cad. His stepmom had been nice enough to take him out and this is how he repaid her. Sue couldn't believe what she had allowed to happen either. Again, she told herself that it was just innocent fun. After all, her stepson did need some confidence building, she reasoned. Tommy unlocked the door of their house, then stopped and turned to his stepmom.

“If you’ll have us, Adrian… I would like to be your stepmother.” Lucas breathed in deeply. “And I would like to be your father. I mean, I am your father. But I'm asking if you would give me the chance to make it up to you.” Silence. Breathless, heavy silence. Adrian’s chin trembled despite his trying so hard to keep himself composed. Stacey suddenly stepped forward with tear-filled eyes and threw her arms around him. “BIG BROTHER!” she cried.

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 pick up my phone and search for QueenKen, and my jaw drops. What the fuck! My mother currently has eighteen million followers on I*******m, and yes, it’s fucking her! I scroll upward, and my eyes widen in shock. Her recent pictures are the ones of us in the kitchen with her handing me that lamb stew, and a hashtag on it. #Girl time. What in the actual fuck! I look like shit in this picture- my messy morning hair, and I’m literally almost naked even though the camera barely catches my face. It’s almost like I was deliberately blurred so she could be the center of attention.

“I—I’m sorry, Grace. I swear, I didn’t mean to—” “Don’t touch me.” Mom snapped, voice cracking. “Let go of me.” I squeezed my eyes shut, praying it wasn’t real. “I shouldn’t have said that,” Dad murmured. “I know how much you’ve treated her like your own. Not just her stepmom…” Stepmom? That word stabbed deeper than anything else. I wanted to scream. To collapse. To throw something. But all I could do was stand there, shaking like a leaf, while the world I knew shattered around me.