Stepmom Novels & Stories

Ashton's POV. Stepmom? That’s a big term. I never really considered Kira, or any of Mr. Jones's numerous women, as my stepmom. I accepted the fact that I have step-siblings, whom I don’t get along with much, but stepmoms? Nah, that’s too much. She must have said those words to piss me off or to actually think of herself as my stepmom. Hilarious. Everything that happened was amusing, silly, wild, and super crazy, but no matter how hard I try to deny it, I can’t. Fucking her was the best. She’s the first woman to drive me to insanity when it comes to sex, matching my

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.

"Stepmother? What stepmother?" "She's the woman who came with you to the parent-child competition last time! Everyone knows she's not your mom. She's your dad's girlfriend!" "Your real mom doesn't want you, and your stepmom's nothing but a mistress! How pathetic!" "Yeah! Terence, you'll be a mistress' kid soon! Hahaha, that's so lame!" In a child's world, money and family background counted for nothing. They operated under their own code. Those who didn't conform and stood apart were destined to be picked on.

Abigail inquired. Stacy let out a dry chuckle and responded, “I am Owen’s step-Mom.” Abigail’s smile froze in the corner of her lips. She felt as if a thunderbolt had struck her. ‘Owen’s step-Mom kept resounding in her ears quite a few times. She observed her up and down attentively with her keen eyes. Stacy didn't look much older than Owen Reid, perhaps just a few years older than him. Abigail wondered how come such a young woman could be Owen’s stepmother.

Her Dad looked guilty, but her sstepmomstood firmly with not an atom of guilt in her eyes. "Calm down Stacy, we can talk this amicably." Her Dad said. "There is no need for such. Stacy, what happened has happened and the decision was final. Kelly is the new CEO and that stands! you either accept it like that or do your worst." That was her stepmom's bitter words. She always knew her stepmom wanted Kelly for the position and well, she finally got it.

She found herself immensely turned on. That’s when Veronica noticed Emily was there. She called her over to her. “Emily, my stepdaughter, I know you may be angry to find me using your pathetic little boyfriend. I know. However, understand the way you were fucking the boy just wasn’t right. He needed a mentor. You need a mentor. Let me be your mentor,” Veronica said somehow with the most seductive tone in her voice. Let me be your mentor. Emily’s pussy was weak to the sound of her stepmother’s voice. She wanted in.

DADDY MAKES ME ONE OF HIS BIMBOS: A QUICKIE From the moment my mother married my stepfather, Grant, things haven’t been the same. Mom works in corporate America; her job often pulls her away from home for months at a time. Grant, however, owns his own business, which he started after being laid off from his corporate job. Grant and mom had a pretty fast courtship, but that’s none of my business. I guess she really wanted someone she could trust to watch my brothers and I while she was away making money to support the family.

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"

Or perhaps I simply have a problem. But I love mom. More than just a child's affection for his parents. Although we are not blood relatives, I treated her as if she were my biological mother, and she treated me as if I were her own son. This has been the case since my father left us to be with his third wife. That's correct. My stepmother, Marianne, was Dad's second wife. I called her mom because she has looked after me since I was a child. But to tell the truth, my thoughts and feelings toward her couldn't be compared... They weren't, to say the least, close to what a son should - or ought - to feel.

I turned to Ollie and saw her looking at Steve with a longing expression on her face, she looked like a love sick puppy. Ollie turned to me and sent me an awkward smile, "Il catch with you later Jay, Steve is waiting for me there by himself" I felt terrible as I watched Ollie walk away but I found it hard to say no to Adrian. After I sat down, one of Adrian's teammates, who had never spoken to me before asked, "So you guys are step siblings?" Adrian placed his arm around me and replied, "Yep." Feeling his closeness and his touch sent vibrations