Stepson Blackmails Stepmom Novels & Stories

he went on, softer now, “we have to survive one way or the other babe. With him gone, his son... your son, the one in the boarding school will inherit everything he owned. And you can start by introducing us. I no longer mind seeing him now, I don't even mind having him as my stepson. Soon, we'll have all that riches within our grasp!” I swallowed hard, my grip on the doorframe tightening I didn’t want to hear more. But I couldn’t move. I almost expect her to say yes to him and nailed the final betrayal, however, “What have you done? What are you even saying?” Mom’s voice was shaking now, her hands pressed to her head like she could hold the world together if she just gripped hard enough. “I

I sat on the couch, bored out of my mind, flipping through channels without really seeing anything. He had left earlier for one of their warehouses, barking orders at his men like the control freak he was. Steve had taken the opportunity to drag my mom out on some fancy date, which she had been reluctant about at first. I told her to go. It’s already bad enough that I’m fucking her stepson — I wasn’t about to ruin her night just because I got my leg messed up chasing after said stepson’s cock.

She was beautiful in a cold, calculated way, Luca’s mother’s best friend, always elegant, always watching. “I was asked to keep an eye on you while they were gone,” she said calmly. “Your mother suspected something was happening between you two. I never imagined I’d catch you fucking your stepsister on their bed like animals.” I stepped forward, my voice steady despite the shame burning in my chest. “We’re in love. This isn’t some fling. Delete the photos and videos or we tell your husband what you’ve been doing, blackmailing your best friend’s children for your own amusement.”

“Pound that stepmom pussy. It’s so fucking full.” Henry leaned down over me, his breath hot against my face while he kept driving into me with those powerful strokes. One of his hands slid up and wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head feel light and my cunt clench even tighter around him. His voice came out low and rough right against my ear. “You were using my cock like a toy while Dad snored in the next room. Rubbing your wet cunt all over it, feeding me your tit, getting yourself off on your stepson like a filthy whore. Now you’re gonna take every inch while I fuck you proper.”

Liam's POV Steph was standing there with everything she had built tonight scattered around her feet and the audience was not being kind about it. "Seriously… is Steph that desperate?" The voice came from somewhere in the middle of the room, not even trying to be subtle about it. "She had to blackmail Ken just to have a fake boyfriend?" "That is so embarrassing." Another voice followed immediately, the way voices followed when a crowd had decided something and each person was just adding their note to the same song.

Her eyes sparkled with a cruel delight. “Hailey…” she said softly, her voice trembling in mock sorrow. “I… I didn’t mean for him to…” I blinked at her, my heart shattering. Did she actually expect me to believe her act? Did she really think she could manipulate my father this easily? Before I could speak, my stepmom stormed forward. Her hand shot out, and the sting of the slap burned across my cheek, sending my head snapping sideways. “Why are you this evil, Hailey?” she demanded, voice sharp, icy. “You hurt your own sister, and now you’ve soaked yourself so that we can believe you didn’t! You scratch your face just to seek out sympathy!”

“I am sure you are being blackmailed to say this or something. Tell me son, who has she kidnapped? Is it Domenic? I want the truth. What did she tell you at the church?” Stephen groaned and rubbed his forehead. “Mom… I speak the shameful truth, I am not the perfect man you think me to be, and I apologize for that. We should be grateful that Anna is not filing a lawsuit… yes, we would have won flawlessly but after our reputation has been dragged through the mud and our stock gone down. If she had done that, the family name would suffer a much worse fate than what is going on right now,” he said. “That is enough, the deed has been done, let’s talk of a solution.” Mr. Gray finally spoke up.

Stephen's eyes shot hot flames at me and my lips quivered in fear as I struggled to find the right words, my gaze dropping to the plush rug beneath my feet. "I... I lied to you, Stephen." I stammered my voice barely above a whisper. "I told you the father of the girls was dead, but he's alive." I paused and watched as every word fueled the anger inside of him. "I don't know how, but somehow he found me and started texting and calling some months back. At some point, he started blackmailing me. He was threatening to reveal himself as the true father of the girls." "You lied to me, Kendall?" Stephen thundered, holding the fist formed by his right in his left hand as if he was trying to stop hi

Isabelle scoffed. "When daddy gets home and finds his favourite frame broken, he might strangle you, or perhaps, lock you up for life. So, if I were you, I'd leave this very instant and never return", Isadora stepped forward. "If you chose to live, it'd be better for you. So, just go 'cause we don't want you here". Stephanie's eyes glistened with threatening tears as she watched the kids blackmail her. She couldn't believe it. Was that what it had resulted to? Blackmail?

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.