Step Mother Novels & Stories

“Lucy, you’re saying you saw some man leave the yard gate unlocked?!” Dad stood outside the gate, his bloodshot eyes locked onto me. I sneered inwardly. Look at how much he loved my younger brother, Ethan. In my previous life, I explained over and over that I had locked the gate properly. However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son.

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.

Then her eyes moved to Rufus, cold and sharp. “How long?” she asked him. Rufus didn’t flinch. “Long enough.” “You piece of shit,” she whispered. Her voice was shaking now. “She’s my daughter. She was twenty-three. You were supposed to be her stepfather.” “I know exactly what I am,” Rufus said calmly. Mom stood up so fast the couch shifted behind her. She pointed at him, then at me. “Get out. Both of you. I can’t look at either of you right now.”

I have no interest in the car or the person driving it, figuring they must be a friend of my stepfather’s, so instead of gawking, I grab some boxes for my room and make my way into the house. "Everything ok?" I spin at the sound of his voice, Charles, my new stepfather. My mother married him within twenty-four hours of their meeting in Vegas. They called it a whirlwind romance. That was three months ago, so we're still getting to know each other. "Yup, just a couple more boxes left. The movers took care of the larger items," I reply, beaming. Although I had not known him long, I could tell he was a good man and that he truly loved my mother– even if I was skeptical when she came home with a

"You and Temi have become quite mischievous lately haven't you? I'd report you to aunty Iyabo. Leave my room! "I scold them both. Threatening to report them to their late mother's big sister. The same one they live with. "Sorry daddy." They apologize and exit my room. I exhale as my mind runs back to Esther. I'm inlove with her! With my best friends sister!

"My son, you still haven't forgotten about our past . I turned to look at the man whom I had begged for his love. All I wanted was to be called his son but he told me to my face that I could never be his son. That was just a Mistake . "So the mistake is now a son right "you never really seem to amaze me old man. I saw my step mom trying to say a word but my dad instructed her to kept quiet and she did .

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.”

he said. "It's ok as you know if God takes something from us then he also gives something in return. I might have taken my mother but he also gave another mother to me" i said. He looked at me confusedly. "If it's possible then i would love to introduce you to Mrs. Laura Paulsen, my stepmother. She didn't gave me birth but she loved me like own child" i said "So you were lucky to have a sweet stepmom instead of a witch kind of stepmom " he said.

Olive yelled crying. “Ohhh, Dear stepfather, I will take care of your heritage,” I said sitting on the floor beside Olivia. “What,” She asked, looking at me. “Yes Olivia you are my step-sister,” I said looking into her shocked eyes. “No, it can't be possible,” She said, biting her lips. “It is Olivia, My mother left my father because of him” I yelled, leaving her alone in her house. I lit up a cigarette before calling Joseph. “Hi Stephen,” He said as usual.

I just feel like I have been pushed to the edge countless times. My stepmother. My stepsisters. And now, officially, Weston’s mother. My life is a MESS…