Stepmother Novels & Stories

Stepmom and stepson share a bed in the only motel available during a hurricane. Enjoy.. ******* Named after my father, a successful lawyer, my name is Johnathon, but everyone calls me Johnny instead of junior. I'm a nineteen-year-old virgin that I hope will change as soon as I start college in September. My stepmother is Elizabeth, a beautiful, 38-year-old redhead with blue eyes, freckles, and a shapely and sexy figure. With me a virgin, always horny, and filled with testosterone, I can't count how many times I've masturbated over imagining Elizabeth topless, naked, and having forbidden sex with her.

My stepmother exclaimed as she pulled my chin up. I rose on my feet and pushed her away. “Get your hands off me!” “Don't dare lay your filthy hands on my mother, so-called CEO! We shall see who the real CEO is today!” “Yes!” My stepmother admitted. “Meet Mr Stephen, your father's lawyer and he's here to read his Will,” she added.

Damn The funny thing about my stepmother was that she was pretty young, at least too young for my father. She was a brunette with the perfect slim figure and assets, it made sense since Ava wasn't her actual daughter…she was adopted by her. Which makes them not even blood related. Her blue eyes were alluring though I still kept away. “Where are you going, dressed like that?” My sentence forms before I even comprehend it.

Theo stared at his father. Damn! This woman isn't his real mother but a step-mother. Oh heavens! "You are ignoring me because I am your step-mother right? You ungrateful wench! I breastfeed you when your mother was on her sick bed. Ignored my crying infant who was your age because I wanted to satisfy you." His step-mother rants continously.

I didn’t want to believe anything he said, either, but if I had to choose between believing one or the other, I would choose him in a heartbeat. “Mommy?” Thea suddenly called, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she came down in her pajamas. “I’m hungry. Can we have pancakes?” She stopped when she saw my stepmother. “Hello there,” my stepmother said, her voice softening as she looked at Thea. I moved to stand between them. “Thea, this is…” I hesitated. What was she to my daughter? Technically a step-grandmother, but that implied a relationship that simply didn’t exist. “This is nobody. She was just leaving.”

"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.

I mumbled, placing the cup I was holding on the counter before leaving the kitchen with Sophia. We sat on the couch together in the living room. I leaned into the couch with my legs crossed, contemplating whether I should tell her now or not. “What's the deal with you and that lady?” She asked after a minute of silence. I huffed, “Well, she's my stepmother. My Dad got married to her after my Mom died when I was five years old.” I said. “ And she hates me and finds every opportunity to insult me because she couldn't give him a child.”

he said in a deep voice. Leaning weakly against his chest, I spoke hoarsely. "My face hurts so much. Why did you come so late?" Lukas stared at the scene before him. His eyes were bloodshot. "Dad, please let Isabella go. I was wrong, okay?" "You finally know you were wrong? It's too late." Cain sneered. He looked at Lukas briefly. "Lukas, I'm officially informing you that I've already marked Cecilia. From this moment on, Cecilia is your mother. Watch your tone when you speak to her."

Who knew he might have stopped hating me? “Vanessa, I don’t think it’s a bad deal. Why don’t you think about it?” I heard my stepmother’s voice from behind the door. My stepmother, Josephine Vane, was a maid in this family, and after my mother’s death during my birth, she seduced my father and became the new mistress of this household. “No. I would rather die than marry a mutt,” Vanessa yelled. “How can you expect me to spend my whole life with him?”

Because my father saw me, I approached him. "You visited for, how long?" He asked. "Maybe forever," I said, and he grinned faintly. "I want to know my stepmother, can it be as good as my mother." "You don't need mom, but you need it—" His talk suddenly stopped when he looked at the stairs; a beautiful woman, brown-haired, bumpy, and very elegant, walking towards us with a wide smile. Was she my stepmother? "You want to know my wife, this is Beatrice, you can call her Mom"