Submissive Stepmom Novels & Stories

"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." "What did you say?" Lukas took a step forward in disbelief. He raised his voice when he spoke. "From now on, you'll call her Mom." After saying only that, Cain turned around and carried me to the car. Before getting inside, I glanced back at Lukas. He was still standing at the bottom of the staircase. He looked completely stunned. At that moment, every grievance from both my past and present life seemed to disappear completely. Lukas would never know that the Alpha position he desperately wanted had already stopped belonging to him the mo

I was even afraid that one day, he would break my record. My eyes scanned my stepmom as I watched her speak friendly to Trisha. The way she looked at us seemed normal but I couldn't help but wonder if she did in a way feel captivated by Derrick's muscular build. Who knows… She might be a slut just like Catherine, our last stepmom. Would she fuck him if she had the chance?

my mom replied with a tired smile. She pulled back from the hug and leaned up to kiss him. I blinked rapidly and immediately looked away. God... It felt so wrong. It reminded me of when I was little and Mom would tell me to close my eyes whenever two adults started kissing in a movie. Apparently, that instinct hadn't gone away. Because there was no way I was supposed to be standing here, watching my mother kiss my future stepfather. After a few seconds, I heard her cheerful voice again. "Oh, my baby!"

What happened to everybody? “My mom…” “I told you this already—your stepdaddy is on his way to get her. And if we don’t leave now, he’s going to get us too.” “Damien? But why would he…?” “Ugh! What’s with this bitch, anyway? Why do we need to bring her along?” The woman from before was walking next to them. She had short blond hair in a pixie cut and a very pretty face that seemed fixed in a scowl. Liz had seen how maliciously she eyed her, like Liz was dirt beneath her feet. It was all too much. It’s not like she asked to be brought along. She’d rather stick with her mom.

I used to huff in annoyance whenever she’d start but now, now, I’d give anything to have her back with me. My family was a very simple one, my father didn’t have any important role in the pack, yes, he was an alpha but one without a rank. My mother on the other hand was also an alpha, a mid wife but an alpha. She was strong, fierce and stood for what she believed was right. We were a normal family at least until the pack alpha came knocking on our door, asking my parents to allow me train. I was ecstatic, being a warrior in a pack wasn’t a common thing, but we needed all the help we could get and so I was allowed to train for the pack. I started to stay at the pack house more than my home bu

he was about to leave when he saw the girl's eyes were on him, her eyes were captivating and filled with lust, her face so charming as she moaned, Tyler's eyes were on hers too, she's exactly his type, from every angle and part of her body, her voice was to his liking too. He looked at her one more time and left, it was true that she was his type but there was one huge wall blocking the way, and that's she is married to his dad, she is his fucking stepmom, and he doesn't believe in any god but that moment he cursed every god there is in existence, his dick was still hard but he ignored it and went to his room, he undressed and hit the shower, water cascades his body washing away both the bar

My brow furrowed in confusion " Well, His mom was his master. ," " That's disgusting ," " She's um, she's not really his mother,.she's his step mom " I could hear the hesitation in his voice. I stayed silent, wanting to hear more. " Clay's scared of " he paused for a second before rephrasing his sentence. " Clay's still submissive to her " What I didn't understand was how Clay could be a submissive. He's so dominant, I thought they were both joking about him being a submissive. "I'm confused," I state honestly

She bristles at the dismissal before swallowing thickly, her eyes glued to the blades just a hairbreadth away from my fingers. “Well, we need to start planning an engagement party, and I won’t take no for an answer,” my stepmom huffs, crossing her arms like a petulant child. I almost choke on the laughter that bubbles up in my throat. The entire scene is absolutely ridiculous. This woman, who apparently now wants me to view her in a step-mother role after so many years, is acting more like a child than even her eight-year-old daughter. “Listen,your position here is holding on by a thread. The only thing holding me back from kicking you to the curb is my father’s last wishes … and maybe Ria.”

A beauty with brains, she slept through almost anything with a stick, got in fights as somehow she in this perfect body shape, eventually then she was isolated. I, on the other hand, simply didn't give a fuck about people sucking up to me. My stepmother, Sally is a decent Californian woman and childless so she poured her overflowing motherly affection on me. She made an effort to make me blend in, which I will always be grateful for.

I tried to convince her that it was okay if she was finding it arduous but she insisted on letting me know. When she was sure that she was under her control, she wiped her years and sniffed a few times and started, "When I reached home, my stepmom told me to take my car but something seemed off about her. She wasn't in her usual state. She is a very lively and a very cheerful person but today, she just wasn't herself... after my mom left, I was devastated but when dad remarried his childhood sweetheart, Daphne, my life changed - for the better. My stepmom, she fixed me. She gave me all the motherly love I thought I lost it forever. You see, I owe her a lot. She is close to both me and my bro