Stepmom Novels & Stories

Nakantingin lamang ako sa kanya at parang tumigil ang mga tao sa paligid, yung pakiramdam na wala akong marinig dahil nabingi ako at sa kanya lamang nakatutok ang mata ko. Napabalik lang ako sa ulirat ng tapikin ako ni Mama, "Anak, siya si Daniel Monrow, ang soon to be stepfather niyo," pakilala ni Mama habang nakangiting nakalagay ang kamay sa braso ni Daniel na nakangiti rin tumingin sa akin, napabaling ang tingin ko kay Isaac at Xavier na agad nawala ang ngiti nang makita nila ang kunting-kunti na lang ay babagsak na ang tubig sa aking mga mata. "Babe, He is my Son, Leo, ang may birthday ngayon,"

One that attracted the opposite sex in a heartbeat. "I have a confession to make," she said, and it caught the principal's attention and stopped the tense atmosphere which made time stand still and it felt as if, at some point, even the clock had gone mute. I hated coming in here, the threat of being kicked out of another school meant that my only future would be to stay at home. With my drunk mom. Hell no! 'Stewart, the rich quarterback love magnet.' Every-one needed a nickname in high school, and that just hap-pened to be mine. Not, 'Stewart, the miserable kid with the alcoholic mom and cheating dad, who'd been kicked out of one too many schools.'

And I'm currently Face timing with Dad. "Now Katherine, I wouldn't like you to be on bad terms with your step siblings whom you're supposed to be getting along with. While I'm away with your step mum, Max being the eldest is assigned to be in charge of the-" "Fuck, what?" I scream at the screen of my system, interrupting him from going further, giving him my "You gotta be shitting me look" with my swollen eyes and messed up hair. Dad face palms, then sighs.

It rang again, and on the third attempt, I felt him slow down. “Pl…ease….continue…I…want…y…ou…” I begged and watched his lips flatten in a smirk, before leaning in. “Pick your call, Stepmom. We wouldn't want to draw attention to ourselves, would we?” He muttered in a low, husky voice and slowly let go of my hair. Stepmom! The sound of it made my pussy throb. My body shook, and my legs lost balance, but I picked up the land phone placing it on my right ear.

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

He says, voice coming out calmly. “Punishment? You can’t do anything to me because you need me! You need-“ “Beta Mateo will be stripped off his title as the beta and his son who is the next beta in line will take over his place. He has four hours to give back everything that has been handed to him by the previous pack alpha and should move out of the south wing. He has been demoted to the west where he will be staying.” Jake says earning series of gasps and whispers.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

"I wanted to get you alone for a moment. I know I’m practically part of the family already, but I wanted to ask for your blessing. Formally." I blink, stunned. "My blessing?" "Yes," she says with a sincere, wide-eyed smile. "You’re the mistress of this house now. You’re Ethan’s stepmother. It’s important to me that you approve of our union. I want us to be more than just in-laws, Zora. I want us to be friends. The Reynolds wives... we have to stick together, don't we?" The guilt hits me like a physical blow to the stomach. Here she is, offering me sisterhood and respect, while I spent the last hour trying not to climax in front of her.

On the drive home, my mind drifted to Steven’s parents. Steven’s father, Rodger, was a stern man with kind eyes and he was a bank president. He had been unsure of me, but in our first conversation, I had won him over. Soon, he became like a father to me. But Steven’s mother, Stephanie, was another matter altogether. She always scrutinized: my house wasn’t clean enough, my car wasn’t a Volvo. The fact that I owned a Mercedes was irrelevant. My hair wasn’t neat enough. Looking back, I saw where Steven got his demanding demeanor from.

His name was Stanley. "We tampered with the kid's car. With this rain, there's no way he makes it through the day unscathed." He shook his head and chuckled. "You know, people should stop giving kids stepmothers. They always act like they care at first, but two years in, once the kid turns eighteen and gets a driver's license, the stepmom can't wait to get rid of them." Penelope's eyes flickered with interest as she listened in. An idea took root in her mind.