Stepmom Novels & Stories

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.

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

This is my son, Chad Steele," he introduced. Choking on her drink, Olivia's eyes widened and Chad smirked at her, "Hello, stepsister," he said cockily.

She placed it down and smiled towards the boys. No one had noticed me until mother looked up and her hard gaze rested upon me. Shivers ran down my spine when she stalked towards me in slow steps. Her glare was stern and cold. It held hatred. Intense hatred radiated from her. Stephan looked towards me. His orbs shined with darkness. My eyes drifted towards his cheek and there was a red hand print. My hand print. The aggressiveness in his orbs made my hands sweaty. If looks could kill I’d be deep under the ground.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

He looked at Bea who was still carrying Caleb and realized that the two were so close, they really looked like mother and son. Callum covered his face and sighed. What was he thinking? He was trying to get close to Caleb because he did not want Caleb to have a stepmother! But the thought of someone like Bea being his stepmother was not a bad idea. It would have been better if it was her. He sighed once more. What was he thinking? Bea and Caleb went to the wave pool together. It was then that she realized that Callum was no longer following them. “Caleb, where’s your dad?” Bea asked the child who was currently enjoying himself at the shallow part of the pool.

STEP BROTHER X STEP SISTER 1 AXEL~~ Returning back home for the summer was going to be another banger as always oh-fuck! Not anymore that is. My father ventured off looking for a wife and got married in Bali, that wasn't the only problem. Thanks to my father and his new wife finally on their honeymoon, it was the the fact that I now had to deal with the vexatious daughter of my new step mother, Sarah fucking Anderson.

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.

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.