Page 3 of Baby for Stepmom

When are you kicking her out?

I gritted my teeth as my emotions went cold.

Kicking my stepmom out?

Was Dad planning on divorcing Delila? Anxiety twisted my stomach into knots as panic clawed at me.

No. Not her.

He couldn’t.

Fuck…

My stepmother didn’t have anyone. She’d been raised by grandparents who had passed away a few years back. She had nothing to fall back on. Dad called himself the man of the house and had Delila as his little housewife. He had her on a strict budget, and reviewed every expense, never letting her have her own money.

Knowing my dad, I could easily see him taking every last cent. He’s the kind of asshole who would make his wife sign a prenup, and Delila was trusting enough to do it. I doubt he would even care if she ended up homeless.

He was going to fuck her over. Leave her with nothing but broken promises and betrayal.

I already told you. Jax is graduating soon, I’m not going to disrupt his entire school routine with this. He’s already lost one mother.

Was Dad counting down to my graduation? Did he really think that once his only son had that high school diploma, it was okay to toss Delila out like she was yesterday’s trash? But if he was waiting for my graduation, that was only three months away.

Well the placeholder thinks that you’re going to get her pregnant.

Obviously, that’s not going to happen.

How? Didn’t you tell me that she stopped her birth control?

Don’t worry. I’m tracking her cycle, she’s not going to get knocked up

Honestly you’re doing her a favor. Can you just picture the weight gain? That woman does not need to get a bigger back.

🤣

Not long after cancer took Mom, Dad introduced me to Delila. He’d said she was a kind woman and that she was going to take care of me. Now he wanted to throw her away along with the rest of his parental responsibilities, and he thought I was going to just sit back and watch?

The two of them thought they were going to get rid of her? They could try. I was going to ruin them.

I wasn’t going to let him get away with this.

Delila wasn’t theirs to mess with. She might not be my biological mom, but Dad got with her for me.

She was mine.

TWO

DELILA

I kept perfectly still as Ryan pumped into me.

He was almost putting the right amount of pressure on my clit to get me off. If I could just shift my hips, just a slight tilt upwards, I’d get there.

It just wasn’t worth hearing my husband growling in annoyance or cursing that I’d “fucked up his rhythm.”

Last time we’d slept together, and I’d just started to get into it, he pulled out entirely without even cumming. He’d stared at me after, with a look so cold, I could literally feel a part of me shrivel up inside. I still couldn’t get the words he’d shot at me out of my head.

“Why the fuck are you writhing on my dick like that? How am I supposed to even be turned on when my wife is acting like a goddamn whore?”