Step Mom Stuck Novels & Stories

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

Josh said, "I can't control it. Can't stop.... FUCK! Here it cums!" "Ooooooooohhhhh YES!" Pamela screamed, "Oh fucking... Oh fuck YES I'm cumming so good. My baby is filling me up! fffffffFUCK!" "Oh Mom! I'm cumming in you. Oh fuck. I'm cumming in my Step Mom's pussy. So good. Oh fucking... fucking... fuck." Dominic looked over as mother and his son toppled over. Josh's cock still somehow buried in his step mother's snatch. Both of them convulsing in some strange, shared seizure. Then they both went still.

So that is why he tried to mate with me the other day? I had been a tool for a very long time, I trusted every word that he said. They had been playing games with me for so long and I had no idea, I can't believe it! Just then, the door swung open and my step parents walked in. My stepmom turned her gaze to me and it rested on my hands. Quickly, she approached me and snatched the phone from me. I clenched my fist angrily and the only thing I felt like doing right now was giving this old lady a good punch.

I stretched for some minutes to loosen up my muscles, and walked out of the room. I walked on to the living room and met Judy eating breakfast, already dressed up. Normally I would have met my Mom and Dad there, watching television but they weren't there. Only Judy was, munching on some innocent chunk of bread. "Hey Sleepy head." Judy teased and I made a face at her. "Where are Mom and Dad?" I asked, walking up to her. Judy stood up, sighed and touched my shoulder. "Bro, life is short you know, and this would have happened anyway so-"

her mom asked, "I don't know because I'm always busy with my job, but I promise you, I will bring them during the long vacation, but don't complain about them, because they are very stubborn now, and they can talk unnecessarily" Betty explained, "all kids are like that, just bring them," her mom said, and she laughed, "how Is my stepdad?" Betty asked, "he's here with me," her mom said, "let me talk to him," Betty said,

I loved that she had an answer to everything. “Salvatore has started skipping meetings,” I told her. Her eyes flicked up. As usual, they were dead and cold as marble. “Because of Matteo,” she completed the sentence. There it was. I threw myself into the chair across from her. “He’s always around, whispering, and calming him down. Always holding his fucking hand like a baby.” Mama didn’t blink. “Then cut the cord.” That caught me off guard. I looked up. “You want me to talk to him?”

Too many pieces that only Drake would know unless someone fed them to him. And the only person close enough to do that? “…Yes, I made sure. He won’t stop until—” I froze halfway up the stairs. My stepmother’s voice, low and sharp, drifting out of the study. My pulse spiked. I crept closer, each step creaking like it was screaming at me to stop. But I couldn’t stop. Not when I heard her next words. “Drake, listen to me—Cameron is stubborn, but we can break him. You just have to trust me. Yes. I’ll handle it.”

There is a steady throb of pain all over my body, but I ignore it while I try to push myself off the floor. “I don’t care! I’m sick of this! There has to be a way to change the will!” I hear my stepmom yell from the other room. She’s talking to her lawyer again, but he’ll no doubt tell her what he always does. She won’t get what she wants. Even killing me would make it happen. I can’t die a suspicious death or she wouldn’t be able to collect the funds. So she’s stuck.

She asked in annoyance. "You can't even keep a man by your side and you still have the mouth to talk to me, at least my husband stayed with me for years until he left, didn't you come back to your stepmom pregnant after running away from home?" The woman asked me mockingly with a smug smile on her face. "I won't be surprised that it was your terrible behavior that chased your son's Father away." She jeered and I clenched my fists in annoyance. "You…" "What is going on here?" I heard my step-mum ask, I paused and turned to see her standing at the door of the kitchen with Danny,my son by her side.

I whispered and open the messages. “What!” I didn't know when I excavated it. My breath was shallow and the chest tightened. I drew the phone closer again. I had to go to my laptop and open my mails. Plenty of messages, I just have to start from one. I saw another shocking picture. “This can't be!” Is she trying to bring dad down? For what? What will she gain? Dad's enemy. “The Millers” My stepmom is having meetings at different spots with them. For almost thirty years she has been my dad's wife, why now? What got into her?